Zhang Xiaoke turned out of the hotel and took the group to the farmhouse courtyard that he had already surveyed, there were many people in the ancient city who specialized in cooking farmhouse meals, and Xiaoke found one with the most praise. The area is famous for its variety of pasta, which is paired with vegetables and meats to give the noodles a different taste.

Considering that they are foreigners who are accustomed to separate meals, Xiao Ke asked the store to provide a few more spoons and a plate for each person.

"You should just eat a buffet, so that you can get used to it better. All the things you eat today are made of noodles, so rest assured, vegetables and meat are also common. I only ordered five more classic dishes, and the rest can be ordered according to the requirements, their back kitchen is in the back, you can watch the cooking process at any time, and you can also ask the store to do what you want to see if you see any curious ingredients. ”

As soon as I heard that I could go to the back kitchen, everyone was immediately beautiful. They were curious about how authentic Chinese food was made.

Zhang Xiaoke's original intention was to let them watch it himself, and he would be able to rest and rest. As a result, these curious babies will pull Zhang Xiaoke to translate this for a while, and tinker with that for a while.

When the kind cook allowed them to make dumplings by themselves, the gang immediately boiled, and Zhang Xiaoke became their photographer.

"But why do you use scissors to make noodles?" Shaw asked, picking up the scissors by the stove.

"The pasta here is different from other places, what matters is the noodles themselves and the tools used to make them. Because the soft and hard parts of the noodles are combined with different tools, you can make a small bowl of noodles with different flavors. ”

"You mean to make noodles with scissors?" Shaw's eyes widened.

At this time, it was time for the master master to go down, I saw him knead the dough and put it in the palm of his hand, and with the other hand picked up the scissors, cut them quickly, and the white noodles flew into the pot, like small whitebait, Xiao and the gang were dumbfounded.

When it was time to eat, their basic words were "this is delicious", "is this really made of noodles", "I really want to live here"

After they were full of wine and food, everyone came to Zhang Xiaoke and asked, "Can we eat these for dinner?" ”

Zhang Xiaoke waved his hand, "There will be a night market in the evening, and all kinds of snacks and barbecues will come out, and you can taste Chinese-style BBQ." ”

Since he changed from taking care of one person to taking care of a large group of people, Zhang Xiaoke obviously felt that he was lacking in energy, and the only thing that could be gained was that his spoken foreign language had improved significantly.

When the night market opened at half past seven, Zhang Xiaoke found a barbecue stall and ordered lamb shanks and naan, and let them do the rest as they pleased. I ate a naan by myself, and I asked for a bowl of mutton soup, and I was already full. The gang chatted and sang at the table. She suddenly found that foreigners did not like to talk loudly, but the use of their meals was different from that of Chinese.

Chinese believe that they communicate feelings during eating, while foreigners think that eating is eating, especially barbecue, which is expensive. Perhaps because they follow the local customs, these people also speak loudly.

"But, I see you're tired." Shaw walked over with a lamb skewer.

Zhang Xiaoke saw that there was still pepper in her mouth, and handed her a napkin, "I'm just tired." ”

"Then you go back to the hotel and rest first. I'll be even more tired tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. ”

Zhang Xiaoke nodded, returned to the hotel, and as soon as he took a shower, he was lying on the bed and didn't even want to move. She turned on the TV, watched a boring TV series, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, Zhang Xiaoke looked at his watch in a daze, it was ten o'clock, and Xiao hadn't come back yet. Zhang Xiaoke saw that it was Han Zhengfei's phone and answered it lazily.

"Hey ......"

"Why don't you call me? Didn't you say that you should always be in touch? Han Shifei was still splitting his head and covering his face, and he first fell for a while.

"Ahh I'm so tired today that I forgot about it. ”

"Xiao is so hard to serve?"

"She's not hard, but she's got me a bunch of people. It's all her fellow villagers, eight people, my mother, I can't bear it. Wait! ”

Zhang Xiaoke picked a group photo from his mobile phone, which was sent to him by Xiao. She sent Han Shifei over, her own one was squeezed to the front, under a group of strong men, she was like a little rabbit.

"I sent it to you." Zhang Xiaoke said.

There was no voice over there, and after a while, Han Shifei's voice was obviously more angry, "So many people? Are you alone? ”

"Hmm. I'm not a professional either. From the hotel to the meal, to the itinerary, follow me. There are also magical questions of seven, seven, eight, eight. I came back early today and went to sleep, and I only fell asleep when you called. Zhang Xiaoke spoke in a nasal voice.

"Be careful, then. Stay safe. Han Shifei instructed.

"Hmm. Are you busy today? ”

"I'm not busy," Han Shifei said, "The school is very easy to handle, I received a few invitations to seminars, you can come back and help me screen it." ”

"Have you eaten?"

"Soak the bag of noodles."

Zhang Xiaoke heard him eat blindly, and immediately became energetic, "I'll tell you, let you eat with delicious food, even if you go to the cafeteria, how do you know how to eat blindly!" ”

"Without you, I don't have any appetite at all." Han Shifei blurted out.

Zhang Xiaoke's heart was sweet, she suddenly remembered the empty feeling that Han Shifei didn't return to herself overnight a few days ago, it turned out that he would too.

"Are you eating well? However, with foreigners, they can't eat enough, and they eat Chinese food is simply scary. ”

"Hmm. I ate naan in the evening. Zhang Xiaoke was deeply touched, "It's still delicious to bake naan." ”

"One day I'll take you to Xinjiang to eat, eat authentic!" Han Shifei said, "You should rest early, these two days are enough for you to be tired." ”

"Got it! I'll message you tomorrow. ”

"Be careful yourself. Foreigners are very interested in you as a smart, capable, beautiful and independent Oriental girl, remember that you are a person who has a boyfriend. Han said uneasily.

"Oh, I'll just praise you for me." Zhang Xiaoke felt beautiful in his heart, "I'm asleep, good night." ”

"Good night, love you!"

When Zhang Xiaoke hung up the phone, he recalled the sentence "love you", it turned out that this is the feeling of being in love, some people are worried and some people are worried.

Zhang Xiaoke looked at his mobile phone and suddenly wanted to see Han Zhengfei, but he didn't even have a group photo. The silence of the night made her more and more frantic the more she thought about it.

She suddenly remembered the kiss photo she had with Han Shifei at the Comic Con, and she had never looked at it carefully after the turmoil passed. She searched for the term and came across the photo.

She zoomed in, her fingers lightly running over his face, is this her lover? Zhang Xiaoke taps Save to set him as his mobile desktop.