Malkang is more than 2,000 meters above sea level, and it is difficult to master the heat of things that are fried or boiled, and it is not good to cook rice without a pressure cooker, let alone pasta and the like, and the barely cooked noodles are as soft as paste. Although I've never been very particular about what I eat, and I'm known as a bucket, I can't stand it. And the guy who lives with me is a monster, as long as he eats at home, he eats almost nothing except pork, and I have to solve all other dishes myself, and in the end I don't bother to get it, so I come over with his meat every day, and eat fat.

Because of the bitter cold of the plateau, people here eat heavier oil and gas, and they like a bowl of beef offal with a small steamed bun or a bowl of stewed pig's trotters for breakfast. In terms of taste, this style is very suitable for my spleen and stomach, but the high fat content goes without saying, when eating, I often think about eating the fat on my body to be a little thicker, which really affects my appetite. And this is the state capital, and the consumption is more expensive than Chengdu, a bowl of beef offal is eight yuan, a bowl of hoof flowers is twelve yuan, but it makes me endure it very much. Later, I found a place to sell fast food for six yuan a piece, and I was able to have two meat and two vegetarian treatment, and I was moved and finally decided not to cook at home at all, and ate all here.

I have eaten Tibetan food a few times, butter tea and monk buns feel good to eat, and there are sauerkraut noodle pieces, which are the best things to eat here together with beef offal. As for the famous hand-grasped beef, it was originally envisioned that this kind of heroic way of eating like a hero in Liangshan must be very enjoyable, but after eating, I realized that a plate of more than two catties of beef still needs some belly to digest. And the beef is as stoic as rubber, and after eating a meal, he doesn't even have the strength to speak.

When it comes to real specialties, we still have to talk about red raw yogurt and mushrooms. It's really good food that you can't eat anywhere else.

Hongyuan milk is said to have been an export item that ordinary people could not eat in the past, and the yogurt made from the yak milk here has a heavy taste, and it seems to have a faint smell. That day, I took the car back to Malkang from Heishui, and tasted a bowl when I was resting at a milk shop on the way, and I immediately fell in love with it, and directly carried a small bucket back to taste it slowly. But Malcom was still hot at the time, and there was no refrigerator in the house, so he had to eat it all within three days, and unfortunately none of the guys who lived with him would eat this thing, so he had to solve it alone. As a result, even my breath seemed to have a strong milky smell in those two days.

When I left, I carried two buckets, one bucket was given to Chengdu, and the other bucket was brought back to Leshan, but no one could taste the original ecology of this plateau, and I froze in the refrigerator and ate it alone for ten days. Two days after eating, I went to buy a bottle of Huaxi yogurt, which I used to like, but found that I was used to eating Hongyuan and then eating other blended completely chewing wax.

As for Malcom's mushrooms, it was an eye-opener for me. Every morning, there are Tibetans carrying dozens of catties of mushrooms picked from the mountains to sell, in the city, this real wild mountain mushroom is a high-priced rare commodity, at least I am reluctant to eat, but in Malkang I have a full meal.

The cheapest is the green gang mushroom, two pieces more than a catty, a little more expensive is the goose egg mushroom, according to the color of two pieces more to four pieces, used to burn the incense very much, as for the most expensive and delicious, naturally is the legendary matsutake mushroom, I just arrived in Malkang when it was only more than twenty pounds, when I left, because it was going to go down the market, it has risen to more than forty.

In fact, these mushrooms don't cost money, they grow all over the mountain, and when you get up early in the morning and go to the mountain, you can pick up enough food for a day or two. It's just that matsutake mushrooms are not so easy, only found in pine forests above 3,000 altitudes, and they are all collected in the early morning, and it is not easy for people who are not specialized in picking them.

For a period of time in Malkang, I spent on mushrooms, buying mushrooms in the morning, drying mushrooms at noon, harvesting mushrooms in the afternoon, and accumulating dozens of catties of mushrooms to dry, or send them to friends or take them home. Unfortunately, I was not familiar with the method of preservation, and the most expensive matsutake mushrooms were dried and thrown under the bed without fastening their pockets, and as a result, until I left Malcom, my room was filled with fragrance, and even the smell of socks and shoes in the past was suppressed, but when I went back, I brought matsutake mushrooms to stew chicken and eat, but found that there was no taste anymore......

There was also a heavy loss. On his birthday, he finally cut and dried the newly bought eight catties of fresh matsutake mushrooms, and took a knife and a bullwhip to climb Changlie Temple. Legend has it that this is the first Malkang Lama temple built by a great lama in Beijing and Jackie Chan ****** also invested. Imagining eating a bullwhip with a knife on the top of the sacred mountain of Changlie, which is known as the fairyland of Buddhism, to welcome the 27th anniversary of my arrival into the world, is a graceful event in line with my status.

How do you know that this mountain is completely different from the big Buddha temple of Emei Mountain, if it weren't for the road signs along the way, I thought this was a barren mountain where birds don't lay eggs, more than 3,000 meters above sea level, more than 20 kilometers of mountain road, I climbed for four hours and didn't even see a ghost on the road, even the old lama in the temple knew that I was walking alone. On the way, in order to get closer to the road, he climbed the rock wall and drilled the woods, and even the great bullwhip was forced to give up because it was inconvenient to carry, and was buried in the cracks of the rocks on the side of the road, and only a large cake was collected in his pocket and brought up.

The so-called Changlie Temple, which costs hundreds of millions of yuan, is a little disappointing, and the general scenic spot building is no different, just like a **** household, there are some nondescript between luxury and gorgeousness, the door of the Lama Temple is actually two bluestone lions, the overall Qinglong stone pillar carving at the entrance of the main hall is exquisite and rare, but I don't know what these things have to do with Tibetan Buddhism. What impressed me the most was the basketball court next to the temple and the old lama who was alone in the huge temple, who was kind and pious, and was more attractive than this Changlie Temple.

Although the old Changlie Temple not far away is dilapidated, it is far more flavorful than this luxurious new temple, walking alone in the dark narrow aisle and turning the prayer barrel, as if there is a sense of desolation of time and space.

Outside the temple, there were some scattered Tibetans, grazing cows, horses, pigs and sheep running all over the mountain, I saw a fat pig sleeping in the mud, with two fangs on the side of the mouth, and a puff of hair on the forehead that domestic pigs absolutely did not have, and there was actually a very heavy wild boar blood, and he looked up at me when I approached, and I seemed to feel that this look was a kind of general spirituality, and then fell back into the mud and snored loudly. There are a few piglets running around that look cute, almost as cute as they do on the TV posters.

The best thing to see is always the view. Sitting on the ground on the summit of this peak at an altitude of more than 3,000 people, surrounded by parallel clouds in the distance except for the wind, as far as the eye can see. This is the only scenery I have seen in my life, sitting in place munching on flatbread and drinking Coke, and I sat for two or three hours before I knew it. If it weren't for the stinging sun, it would be like a fairyland to me.

Looking at the clouds in this parallel place, nature is completely different from the past. A few of them pulled out countless threads and pulled them towards the ground, fluttering gracefully, looking like kites flying from the ground. I have never seen such a strange scene from the photos or on TV, and I vaguely found that something seemed to be wrong, the clouds were above Malcom, and countless clouds and mist threads were pulling towards Malkang. I pulled out the phone and wanted to ask what was going on, but there was no signal.

Soon my friend rented a car and went up the mountain to pick me up, but when I came down the mountain, I forgot the exact place where the bullwhip was buried, so I had to give up and let it perish with the vegetation. When he returned to Malcom, he saw that all the expensive mushrooms that were drying outside were soaked in the water, and he understood what the misty silk threads were. Anyway, I went to Malcom for half a month, and I didn't see a drop of rain in my daze, but the first time I saw it, I was given a dismount.

Then my friend invited me to eat Yayu in the restaurant, and I heard its name for a long time, and it was really extraordinary, tender and delicious. It is said that there seems to be one in this river, but it is a pity that countless lamas guard it, at least I dare not get it. My friend also ordered a few dishes of game for me to taste, but unfortunately they were all sold out that day, otherwise I could have tried the taste of spoilage.

When I went back to my place, I didn't expect that the two girls who lived with me quietly made me a birthday cake, which touched me, but they didn't know my name, and the cake actually said 'Happy Birthday to the Giant'.