Chapter 314 Gu Tianzhu's Journey Five

I don't know if it's the hotel's specials, but two Indian guards with well-groomed upturned beards stand on the left and right sides of the cake tossing master. The master who made the cake was a brown-skinned, chubby Indian cake thrower in a top hat who was making the cake. This Indian cake toss is both a production and a performance, and his every move is clearly seen by everyone. I saw that he seemed to be magical, and a ball of noodles was stretched open and flattened in his hand, and even smashed and beaten, and immediately became the size of a basin.

Seeing the surprised looks cast around him, the cake tosher cocked his beard proudly, and suddenly threw the basin-sized thin dough high and spun around. I saw his fingers move lightly on the dough, and Bai S's dough spun and flew behind his head, and gently landed on the board in front of him, and then he lifted the dough from the table again, threw it up, and let the cake get bigger and bigger, until finally the cake was as thin as a cicada's wings.

Le Lang on the side felt very novel when they saw this kind of performance for the first time, and San Lang's eyes were about to fall off, and he had the intention of going up and trying it. However, Han Yajing, Ashmita, and the strange man seemed to see it often, and they didn't care at all.

After the cake is tossed, some butter is smeared, and then the huge cake blank is folded in three or two to the size of a cake oven, and then put into the "sizzling" hot cake oven. After a while, the charred and soft toss cake was steaming hot.

San Lang had already swallowed his saliva when he saw the yellow, translucent and multi-layered toss of oil, smelling the fragrant smell, and he didn't care about the hot hands, so he was about to catch it, but he was screaming at the scalding. Le Lang looked funny, tore a small piece of it for him and put it next to him, let him use a fork to fork, and also tore some for Shaoqing next to him, and others didn't have this treatment.

Le Lang himself tore a piece and tried it, the thick oil fragrance and face fragrance spread out in his mouth, it seemed to be a little salty, a little sweet, and it seemed that there was no taste, only a mellow wheat fragrance. The authentic way to eat tossed cakes is to eat them with hand-grabbed cakes dipped in spicy curry dishes, which is another special taste, prickly jī! Strong! Enjoyable! However, since eating the curry here on the first day, Lelang and the others have been insensitive to the curry here.

Le Lang feels that this pancake doesn't seem to be as delicious as the wheat cake fried by himself, and the pancakes made by himself can be fried in the oil pan as long as they are stirred with flour and sugar and water, and they don't have to be so troublesome to throw and beat, aren't you tired of doing it like this?

Saburo didn't eat it after eating a little, probably not to his liking, but he ate the dessert next to it.

After eating, drink the tea, the tea is the most common drink in the local area, is the tea juice, fresh milk, curry juice and other full mixture, drink in the mouth, the strong tea aroma, milk aroma mixed with curry incense, fill the whole taste buds. It's like milk tea with ***, but the taste is different.

Drinking tea and looking around, the sunlight shimmered on the lake water layer by layer, shimmering like fish scales. On the shore in the distance, a group of women were washing clothes, and some were bathing. After bathing, the women, with their hair scattered in the long hair, left the lake and headed home. A group of teenagers are jumping from a 2-meter-high step into the lake, their dark skin glowing with a healthy glow in the sun.

"Bai Lotte." The man who had washed his face with Saburo introduced himself to Lelang.

Although Le Lang invited him to drink coffee to make amends for San Lang's faux pas, he never asked his name. He felt that they should not be people from the same world, there should be no place to intersect, and after he returned, he would nest in his mountain nest again, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to get to know him, so he felt that there was no need to meet a stranger. Unexpectedly, he introduced himself.

"Le Lang, this is my wife, this is my tour guide Han Yajing, this is the photographer Ashmita, this is San Lang. Saburo, called uncle. Seeing that everyone introduced themselves, Le Lang was embarrassed to hide it, and introduced it to everyone present, and there was no need for other photographers on the other side.

San Lang looked at Bai Lotian and twisted it, as if he was a little embarrassed, after all, he had urinated on someone just now, and he called "uncle" at the end.

Bai Lotian shook hands with the others, and when he arrived at San Lang, he took out a strange-looking thing from his pocket, one side was an axe, the top and the other side were pumpkin-shaped hollow copper hammers, and below was an awl, which looked like a magic pestle, and the whole body of silver was the size of a palm, just right for San Lang to play, "Come, San Lang, this is for you." ”

San Lang didn't take it, just looked at Le Lang, Le Lang smiled and nodded, San Lang just took it, this thing seems to be often rubbed in his hand, it looks very smooth.

"Okay, I've eaten and drunk, so I won't bother anymore, by the way, are you taking wedding photos?" Bai Lotian said goodbye to Le Lang.

Lang Ying Dao.

"Then he's..."Bai Lotian looked at San Lang suspiciously, they were just taking wedding dresses, that San Lang shouldn't be their child.

"San Lang." Lelang replied in the affirmative.

"Oh, then I'll go, goodbye." Seeing that Le Lang didn't say anything, he didn't ask again, so he took his leave and left.

"Goodbye."

Ashmita and they also moved and continued to take wedding photos, on this day, every corner of the hotel left the figures of Le Lang and Shaoqing, the two not only wore dresses to shoot, Shaoqing also wore some sari and took a lot of beautiful photos.

Shaoqing was wrapped in an elegant, beautiful sari, sūxiōng was half covered and half open, the faint posture was beautiful, looking forward to Shenfei, intimidating, not only made Le Langshen upside down, but even the personnel of the filming team next to him stared at the boss, Han Yajing and Ashmita were even more jealous, thinking that they did not have Shaoqing's great killer.

The wedding photos were finally taken, Shaoqing lay on the cung weakly, and muttered: "I didn't expect to be so tired from taking a wedding photo, I knew I wouldn't take it." ”

"I don't want to shoot and I'm so excited to try on clothes." Le Lang unveiled her short words.

"Who called those clothes so pretty?" Shaoqing said stiffly.

In the wedding photos taken today, not only did she bring a dress, but Ashmita also brought a few beautiful sarees, plus Shaoqing bought them yesterday, there were a lot of them. At that time, she happily changed into various clothes to take wedding photos, and she didn't feel tired, but now she is tired.

"Don't get it, I'm going to sleep," Shaoqing patted Le Lang and grabbed the hand of the mountain peak.

Le Lang stopped teasing her when he saw that he was so tired, and went outside to call San Lang in to sleep, although they booked a suite, but they were afraid that San Lang would be lonely in a foreign country, so he didn't let him sleep in a room by himself, but slept with them.

…….

Morning is always the freshest and most beautiful time. So, Lelang got up early in the morning, climbed to the top floor, and looked at the scenery in the lake.

In the distance, a ray of morning light jumped out of the darkness and dyed the earth with a ray of gold.

Looking at the beautiful morning light, Le Lang couldn't help but move, stretched his neck, twisted his buttocks, twisted his waist, and then started a five-step boxing, punching without regrets, punching like a mountain, hitting a few times, Le Lang felt that he had not exercised for a while and seemed to be lazy. Since Shaoqing arrived at home, she has taken care of eating, sleeping, laundry and mopping the floor, and he is an old man who lies on the rocking chair and shakes it when he has nothing to do, and he feels a little fatter.

"Good, good"

Le Lang had just finished punching when he heard a voice next to him. Not far away, an Indian man walked over.

"Good punches." The Indian man came over and said that it was strange that this person could speak Chinese.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"Of course, I have studied in China and taken Chinese courses."

Le Lang listened and nodded.

"I see you're doing a good fight, how about we give it a try?" The Indian couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he saw Lelang boxing, so he sent out an invitation.

After listening to the words of the Indians, Le Lang hesitated and said: The feet have no eyes... It's not good to hurt. "Actually, he is also a three-legged cat's kung fu, but after his body has been washed and cut by Yu Ruyi, his skills are just a little better.

"It doesn't matter, we're just playing." The Indians said unconcernedly.

Le Lang had no choice but to nod when he heard this.

As one of the four ancient civilizations, India also has its own school of martial arts, the most famous of which is called Kalari Payat, but few people know about it locally.

The training of Kalari Payat is carried out in a special place, and this place is Calari, which is like a Chinese martial arts gym, but it is harsher than a martial arts gym. The style of the Kalari buildings varies, but the internal structure has a certain spacing. Among them, the training site is a semi-underground east-west hall, 10.7 meters long, 5.3 meters wide, 5.3 meters high, closed on all sides, there is a small door on the east side to enter and exit, the ground of the training hall is 1.2 meters lower than the outside, and it is almost completely enclosed.

The cultivation of Kalari Payat is a long process, and it takes at least ten or eight years of kung fu to achieve excellence, and the well-known Tianzhu monk Dharma is a master of Kalari Payat. This is similar to Chinese martial arts, to become a master have to endure inhuman pain and loneliness and torture, now there is no such master, and modern people can not endure hardship has a lot to do with it, to know how many years and eight years in a person's life, who is willing to let a good time pass in boring training.

The Indians put on a posture, like an eagle making a gesture, and Le Lang is standing there, and the enemy is not moving, and I can't reach it. He will have a five-step fist and a throwing knife, but it is a murderous thing, and he can't come out, so the only thing left is the five-step fist that he has been familiar with since childhood. Five-step boxing is a fierce boxing method, no regrets, it is a boxing method that hurts, beats, and kills, and the people who can live in this place will not be ordinary people, he has to be careful, so as not to hurt others, and it is even worse to hurt himself.

Suddenly, the Indian jumped up in the air and swooped straight towards Lelang, coming fiercely, bringing a strong wind with him.

Seeing that he was coming fiercely, Le Lang didn't dare to fight hard, and he paused his feet, made a gesture of opening the door latch with his hand, and stepped back.

The Indian was so overwhelmed that he fell to the ground and swooped down again.

At this moment, Le Lang saw the opportunity, stepped forward, his fist pounced like a tiger, and hit him in front of Xiōng, India was shocked, and hurriedly retreated, who thought that Le Lang's fist would fall like raindrops, at first he could still parry, but in the end it was unstoppable, and then he knew that Le Lang was not comparable to himself at all, so he hurriedly jumped back and jumped aside, and Le Lang did not chase after him.

Although it was only a short time of comparison, the Indians were already sweating profusely and wheezing.

Seeing him like this, Le Lang couldn't help but shake his head, what kind of person is this Calari Payat, it is obvious that he is a rich and noble child who has learned some flower boxing embroidery. You must know that Le Lang has experienced countless lives and deaths in the vast sea, even if it is the kung fu of a three-legged cat, it is better than his rich and noble children who have never seen blood.

After a while, the Indian asked this Le Lang: "Your fist is so fast, how do you practice?" ”

"Just practice." Le Lang is right, he just practices casually when he has time.

The Indian obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask again, and he didn't dare to compete with Le Lang again, so he greeted Le Lang and left in a hurry, his back looking a little embarrassed.

was disturbed by the Indians, and Le Lang also lost his interest in playing, so he went down to the top floor and went back to his room. When I returned to the room, I saw that it was still early, so I hugged Shaoqing and went back to sleep. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door outside that I lazily got up and opened the door.

Outside was Han Yajing, and when she saw Le Lang who opened the door, she looked like she hadn't woken up, and couldn't help but stare and shout: "No, you still sleep so late, you can't go out to play." ”

When Shaoqing heard the voice, he got up lazily, came outside, and greeted Han Yajing with his eyes open: "Morning." ”

"It's still early, the sun is all on the butt." Han Yajing was in a bad mood when she saw that their two in-laws didn't sleep well, and she didn't know what the two of them did yesterday, so unenergetic, Han Yajing thought in a mess in her heart.

"Yajing, I took a day's wedding dress yesterday, and I'm so tired, it's better to rest in the morning, and let's go out to play in the afternoon." Le Lang said to Han Yajing.

"Well, who called you the boss." After listening to Le Lang's words, Han Yajing had no choice but to respond, in vain she got up early in the morning and waited for them, knowing that she would also sleep late. @。

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