PS: The number of words in the first update is a little small.,There's another one today.,I'm on a business trip tomorrow.,It's estimated that it won't be updated in the next week.。

Yang Ping lit a cigarette and watched with great interest as his brother learned to make milk tea, butter tea, and tsampa with Abu.

It's actually a set that comes along the way.

Abu disliked that what Yang Ping bought was not the best, so he boiled some brick tea in a stainless steel pot, waited for the brick tea to boil, poured a pound of milk into it, and sprinkled some pepper and salt.

Abu scooped up the tea with a colander, shook the spoon, and said proudly: "The milk tea is good, you can taste it." ”

Yang Ping took the spoon and scooped it a little to taste: "It's not delicious to make at your house, and it's too simple for you to make it." ”

"This is milk tea, butter tea hasn't been made yet," Abu defended, "Don't you often say that the key to whether the red sandalwood skewers can produce the effect is to have a good bottom version, and it's the same for making milk tea, first of all, Fu tea, ghee, milk, barley, and millet are all good, and the things you buy are very common and you still want to drink the feeling of butter tea in Tibet?" ”

Yang Ping said for a while: "Uh, then you continue to continue." ”

Abu divided two small bowls, cut some ghee with a Western knife and put them into the bowls, poured the boiling milk tea into it, poured the barley fried noodles on the butter tea, and sprinkled some sugar: "Okay, this is butter tea." You drink the butter tea below, don't finish it, and save a little to mix with barley. ”

"You're too simple," Yang Ping picked up the bowl, took a few sips of butter tea under the fried noodles, and licked his tongue, "Brother, what do you think of the taste?" ”

Yang Bin nodded after drinking: "Well, it's not bad." ”

Abu was proud: "Yes, butter tea has to be drunk like this, come on, start pinching tsamba." ”

She took the small bowl in Yang Ping's hand and stirred it clockwise with chopsticks, and Yang Bin followed.

Next, Abu put down his chopsticks and started directly, pinching and pinching skillfully, and after a while, he kneaded the barley fried noodles in the bowl and the remaining butter tea into a round ball, and the small bowl was clean.

Abu smiled and put the round dumplings in the palm of his hand and handed it to Yang Ping: "Okay, this is the tsamba, eat it." ”

Yang Ping swallowed and foamed with difficulty: "You washed your hands just now, right?" ”

Abubai glanced at it: "Of course it's washed, you eat it quickly, this is my love tsamba, you have to eat it all." ”

Yang Ping looked at the tsamba in his hand, and then looked at Abu Baisheng's hand: "Well, it seems to be cleaner than what is made in the temple, then I will eat it." ”

Yang Bin's tsamba is also done: "This is really simple. ”

Abu nodded: "Tsamba is not very technical, it is a food that slowly evolved when we went to graze for convenience and carrying." ”

Yang Ping took a bite of tsamba: "Mmmm, it tastes good, okay, you can take it out and show it to everyone, let's start making a big meal." ”

The brothers are very neat under their hands, one washes vegetables, and the other chops vegetables and sets cold dishes. After everyone tasted Abu's butter tea, the cold dishes here were already arranged.

Yang Chengrui has rarely found drinking friends since he moved to a new home, and Abu's Abba Gaden also drinks more than a catty, and the two are chess opponents.

When Yang Ping began to serve hot dishes one after another, Yang Chengrui and Gaden had already started to make the second bottle.

The three children were full after a few bites, and they were having fun with the two dogs, and Abu stood at the door every time he served a dish, shouted at them, stuffed them a few bites, and then drove them away.

Fu Jin can't drink, Grandma and Ding Mei have a lot of alcohol, Abu also touched a few glasses, and the two families were happy.

The next day, the children should start school, but fortunately, Abu asked the little girl in the company to wrap the children's book covers, otherwise Yang Ping would have to work hard in the middle of the night.

After dinner, Yang Ping sent his parents and brother's family back. Yang Chengrui was helped into the house by Yang Ping and Fu Jin and fell asleep.

"Look at your dad, it's like this with a little drink." Fu Jin was distressed.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm happy, I'll give my dad a massage to sober up, and I'll give you a massage massage later, it's good for the body, and outsiders can't enjoy it." Yang Ping rolled up his sleeves.

After combing his parents and his parents, Yang Ping quietly turned off the lights and left the jasper courtyard.

Playing in the car, he brought a Bluetooth headset, reported to Hailan, Gu Jing, and Xiaoliu one by one, and returned to the secret phone just after the call.

I have to go home and sleep tonight, and Stinky Bao takes Tony to reluctantly say goodbye to Yang Jin and make an appointment to meet at school tomorrow. Yang Ping said goodbye to Abu's family, and gave Abu a kiss goodbye when no one was around.

Arrange for Stinky Bao to fall asleep, Yang Ping took Tony to cool off in the yard, and by the way, he called to ask the boss, whether the visas for the third and fourth children have been completed. Xiaoliu went to Switzerland, Qiu Li could only stay and control the overall situation, but fortunately, the third and fourth children all went alone, so the boss would not feel lonely.

He opened his notebook, sorted out his travelogue, and gave Mr. Wei a detailed picture and text tomorrow, and the amount of work was not ordinary.

On the low table next to the rocking chair was a string of small leaf bracelets, a box of cigarettes, a kiln-turned-ashtray, a silver matchbox, and a can of Coke.

Tony lay quietly on the edge of his rocking chair, staring at the Coke can on the low table, sticking his head out of the way when a fly approached.

The stone lanterns emitted a dull yellow glow, and the courtyard was a leisurely and quiet picture except for the rustle of the leaves in the evening breeze and the sound of keyboard tapping.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Ping prepared breakfast and called Stinky Bao up: "Get up!" Don't be late for the first day of school. ”

Stinky Bao opened his eyes in a daze and stretched: "Oh, I'm going to find Yang Jin today, hehe." ”

"Brush your teeth, wash your face and eat breakfast," Yang Ping happily pulled up the stinky treasure, "Go on a motorcycle today, don't be stuck in traffic and be late." (To be continued......)