There must be nothing wrong with him saying this outside, but the place is small and there are many locals. In case someone goes online, that's not good.

Fortunately, the Tibetan tour guide ignored it. He received modern education since he was a child, and worked hard in the coastal city for a few years before returning, and his thinking has become infinitely similar to that of outsiders, and even he sometimes can't understand why his family donates a part of the funds to the Potala Palace every year.

But it is precisely because of this that he has become a 'reasonable' field guide. He smiled at Gong Ziying, saying that he didn't mind, and continued to lead people to the next visit.

Chen Xing has little interest in gold and precious stones, he knows that these things are valuable, but no matter how you look at them, they have nothing to do with him, and he mainly visits Tibetan art such as murals, thangkas, and paintings.

Don't look at the thangka as just a painting after all. However, his materials are among the most elaborate in the world.

Most of the canvases of ancient Western oil paintings were made of linen, and Chinese ink and fine brushes were made of paper, occasionally cloth, but thangka was made of silk, and the preciousness of silk in ancient times was needless to say, and high-grade silk was a luxury that could be equated with gold.

However, it doesn't matter. His canvases even have embroidery, brocade, silk, appliqués. Chen Xing also saw a portrait of a monk of a certain generation in the Potala Palace, using a canvas woven of gold wire and interspersed with jewels and jade.

It's just a canvas, and it's not even worth it. If the things in this palace are sold as antiques, it is estimated that they will refresh the history many times.

Two hours later, the Tibetan guide took them out, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, friends, our journey is coming to an end here, in these two hours we have visited many excellent treasures of the Potala Palace, and I am deeply impressed by your enthusiasm, I hope that the two hours here can leave you with good memories." One of the three sisters said, "Thank you, Lausanne guide." The tour guide nodded: "Thank you." Several people left a friendly expression on each other and dispersed, Gong Ziying suddenly stepped forward to stop Chen Xing and asked, "Chen Xing, where are you going now?" ”

"Dinner, together?"

"Let's go together, but I just came to the Holy City and don't know where the food is delicious, it's up to you to recommend it." In this group of people, he felt that Chen Xing was worth getting to know him, and he was bored at noon anyway, and it was quite interesting to find someone to chat with.

See what I recommend? Chen Xing thought about it for a moment. He is going to eat Sichuan cuisine, but it doesn't seem appropriate to eat so casually with a guest, two people from all over the world met in Tibet, so they have to eat some Tibetan food, right?

"How's the stone pot chicken?" Chen Xing asked.

"Yes, you can." Gong Ziying nodded and said that he didn't really care about what he ate, he mainly wanted to find someone to chat.

"Come, I'll show you my car." Chen Xing was also very interested when he heard his words. Gong Ziying came to Tibet by car, and it was also an RV.

Sometimes he thinks about how convenient it is to have an RV, where he wants to go, and how much of a beautiful thing it is to find a parking space at night and sleep in it.

But it has to be a serious RV, just change it yourself, Chen Xing would rather live in a hotel. Walking out of the square, Chen Xingcai saw Gong Ziying's car in a roadside parking space, this car doesn't look big, it's white, the doors and body have a red logo, the car and the body are integrated, very handsome, and it looks very technological.

"Wow!" Chen Xing said enviously, and then walked around the car to the back. At the back of the car are small windows.

"This car isn't cheap, is it?" Gong Ziying said with a smile: "It's okay, the top match got 360,000 yuan, and I spent almost all the money I saved before." Chen Xing was amazed, just looking at the car and not answering his words.

The rich second generation, I'm so envious. Gong Ziying's age is not a few years older than himself, he has just graduated from college for less than two years, Chen Xing, who can afford this kind of car at his age, can only think of the rich second generation, as for why it is not the rich generation.

Chen Xing instinctively felt that the rich generation would not have a character like Gong Ziying. At this time, Gong Ziying was frantically introducing this car to Chen Xing, not that he wanted to show off anything, but that he liked this car too much, and couldn't wait to share this love with his friends.

Walking in from the side of the car, the interior decoration is also mostly white. Gong Ziying pointed to one thing and said: "There are some kitchen utensils here, this is an induction cooker, the power is quite large, here is the bathroom, there is a shower inside, this is a refrigerator, a washing machine, this is a bed, the horizontal bed version of the car space does not look so big, but it is actually very capable of loading things...... Chen Xing followed the visit, and couldn't help asking: "It's a pity that the auto show doesn't pull you to do sales." ”

"Haha, I love this car."

"I can see it." Chen Xing nodded and said, who doesn't like people who like to travel?

"Let's go, where are we going to eat?" Chen Xing got out of the car with him, sat in the passenger seat, and said, "Go to Barkhor Street, there is a famous restaurant that sells stone pot chicken." "The place was told to him by Mu Qing before, and Chen Xing hadn't been there yet.

Gong Ziying drove the car over with the navigation, but it took 20 minutes to find a parking space, and it was still far away, so it could only take 20 minutes to walk to the navigation store.

Tamura, stone pot Tibetan fragrant chicken. From the outside, he knew that this store was very popular, Chen Xing was worried that there was no place, so he walked in and saw that a table of people had just left.

The waiter came over and asked, "Hello sir, how many may I ask?" ”

"Just the two of us, do you have a place?"

"Yes, sir, wait a minute." This is the best Mandarin Chen Xing has ever heard in the Tibetan catering industry. Gong Ziying also stepped forward and said: "It seems that our luck is quite good, no one is queuing, and someone happens to get off the table." After the waiter cleaned the table, the two sat down and began to order, Chen Xing pushed the menu to Gong Ziying's side in line with his own idea of treating, and said, "You can order." Gong Ziying thought the same as Chen Xing, and also wanted to have a treat, so he had to pay for it himself when he pulled Chen Xing over to eat together, so he was also pushing.

In the end, it was decided to order one dish per person. Chen Xing had eaten stone pot chicken in other places and knew the weight of this dish, so it was just right for one person to order one.

Gong Ziying ordered the signature dish stone pot chicken, Chen Xing took the menu and studied it for a long time before ordering a cold cordyceps flower, the drink does not need to be ordered, the sweet tea in this store is sent, and the cup is refilled for free.

While waiting for the food, the waiter took another plate of popcorn and said, "The dish is being cooked, please wait a little longer." ”

"It's fine." Gong Ziying said. Chen Xing saw her go away, and then said to Gong Ziying: "The waiters in this store are very polite. Gong Ziying also agreed, but said: "The atmosphere is not as good as your Haidilao in Sichuan Province, and the service seems to be similar for the time being." ”