Gao Lanwuerduo always had a problem that was puzzled.

What exactly does he do for so much money?

"You can feel at ease if you have money. You don't understand if you don't have money?"

Wei Yang was more surprised than her.

When Man Suerhan saw that Gao Lan didn't find any problem. He seemed to be more at ease with the boy as he looked at him. He was very open and ordered: "We are a hospitality group. We were too nervous last time and had not received any distinguished guests. Come and prepare a sumptuous banquet and ask them to come and dance and sing. Today, we will not return drunk."

Wei Yang agreed: "It is easier to talk about serious matters if you eat enough."

"No, no, no, what is the important thing about rice? Today, as long as you eat and drink well, you Chinese people have said that you will be reborn and cooked again, right?" Man Suer Sweat was very enthusiastic, and even many tribes were sweating heavily.

For a moment, the table was removed from the golden tent, and a dozen servants in front started roasting lamb, and seven or eight women came out from behind, looking at their appearance...

Wei Yang looked at their faces, then Gao Lanwuerduo.

"You're still good-looking." Wei Yang praised.

Gao Lanwuerdu ignored him and thought about it. She ordered someone to move Wei Yang's seat to Mansuerhan a little.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Wei Yang bowed politely to several servants.

Sit down again, the meat in the golden tent was fragrant, and a whole sheep was added with some powdered coarse salt, and a handful of cumin, mixing it into an attractive taste.

It's really a waste of dancing.

Wei Yang couldn't see what was good about this dance. He still liked the grassland dance, but these women obviously learned the dancing style of Central Asia, and almost couldn't see any familiarity.

The barbecue was ready in a moment, and some rules that Wei Yang was familiar with at least heard of were shown here.

For example, if you divide a little bit of the mutton face, you will give it to him first.

Is it tasty?

Wei Yang politely waited for others to raise the knife before he picked up the knife, cut it a little and threw it into his mouth.

Pooh!

How come there is a smell of sand?

"I almost forgot that Wei Xiaolang is a businessman selling fine salt, so I'm afraid I don't like the coarse salt here." Man Suerhan asked with concern, "Next time, can you bring some fine salt. Can we discuss and share it nearby?"

Can.

"You guys are busy, I'll do it myself." Wei Yang couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to go over and find some raw meat, and took the knife and sliced ​​it into small pieces, searching around, but there was no red willow. He had to carry the knife with the meat and put it on the brazier and wait patiently.

When the lamb was sizzling, the guy actually took out a small bag from his sleeve.

this--

"Oh, you eat yours, my taste is unique." Wei Yang signaled, while opening the paper bag, taking a pinch of chili and pinching a little fine salt. The cumin was prepared by others. Three kinds were evenly sprinkled on the barbecue in a proportion of 60% pepper and 40% cumin. After turning around for two rounds, thinking about it, he took out a small porcelain bottle from under his clothes.

Gao Lanwuerdu was stunned.

What exactly is this guy carrying?

There is only a little oil in the porcelain bottle, and the sesame oil pressed by ancient methods.

Take a piece of meat as a brush, dip it in a little oil and brush it, and sprinkle a little seasoning. After two times, the barbecue will be cooked.

"Please, please, don't be polite, just pretend to be at your own home." Wei Yang persuaded enthusiastically.

He picked up the meat and threw it into his mouth. The taste was really great.

After all, in Hami, if you want to eat mutton, you have to look at the money in your pocket!

This is the territory of Dongchagatai. Why do you have to be polite if you eat their mutton for free?

Man Suer Sweat held the table for a while and looked at it. He recognized the spicy food, fine salt, cumin, and the mutton was provided by him.

But why do you think this child eats more deliciously than he eats?

"Is it delicious?" Man Suer also wanted to try it.

Wei Yang originally planned to hand over the meat skewers, but after thinking for a while, he cut it a little bit stingy, picked it up with the tip of the knife, and handed it over without caring about it.

For a moment, everyone was so sarcastic that Man Suer Sweated and held the hilt of the knife with one hand.

The knife in Gao Lanwuerduo's hand was covered with true energy, and more than ten barbecue entourages also stood up.

Some people even brought up the iron hook for barbecue.

"Hurry up, this piece is about to burn."

Wei Yang held most of the body on his back and stuffed it into his mouth.

Man Suer hesitated for a moment, stretched his knife over and picked up the barbecue. When the knife whizzed, he actually scared him, but he retracted and picked up the raw meat and roasted it carefully.

A neat sigh came from the tent: "Huh—"

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others felt regretful.

"If that knife is pushed forward!"

This is Ma Heima’s idea.

It’s also mostly the idea of ​​tribe Khan and Yimi!

"Do you still want it?" After baking it again, Wei Yang seemed to know nothing about the situation in the account. He turned around and felt naive. He asked Man Suer, who refused to eat the barbecue in the golden plate in front of him.

Man Suer nodded: "You Han people are indeed very good at eating."

This time, I was still vigilant, but no one showed that it was as intense.

After repeated visits, Wei Yang felt that he had about two pounds of food, so he wiped the knife clean and took out a paper bag from his arms. Everyone was curious and saw that it turned out to be a small piece of pancreas.

This guy is really extravagant!

Wei Yang washed his hands, put the knife upright, and returned to his seat. He sat upright, wanting to listen to Man Suer Sweat's instructions.

However, it is obvious that Mansuer Sang is not a fool either.

After the guests finished eating, the host had to stop. Someone subconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes, and someone rubbed his hands on the cotton mat under the seat, and he was not embarrassed to find out.

Mansuer Khan said, "You don't know the situation in the city now, nor do we know that the Zhenrong Army's move seems to be both enemies of us and willing to negotiate with us. Then, this time, Gao Lan will be asked to investigate it personally." He looked at Wei Yang, "Gao Lan is the Oerduo of my gold tent, and is a noble person, do you know?"

Wei Yang said: "You can change someone."

"I'm the most suitable for going." Gao Lanwuer stood up and said goodbye to Mansuer. She was like a man, putting one hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and then bowed to others. Everyone knelt down through the desk to salute. She gave her salute again, looking at the knife that Wei Yang put aside, smiled at the corner of her lips, turned around and floated back to her big tent.

There was no more explanation in the golden tent. Wei Yang fought with everyone a few times. First, he wished Mansuer "healthy health", then Ma Heima "happy family", and then wished the tribe "sweet wishes come true". Finally, he solemnly wished Yimi and his "future future". When he wanted to bless the perfect blessing, the monk bowed his head to recite the scriptures, obviously he didn't want to listen to his "good words" of blessings.

As soon as Gao Lan was dressed up, she changed into a man's costume in the Central Plains, carried a long sword inlaid with blue gems, and a bag hanging on her shoulders. Wei Yang stood up and said goodbye.

Man Suer nodded. He did not get up, but instead he reminded Gao Lan very affectionately to "be careful."

Wei Yang was suspicious, why did he feel that he was so fast...
Chapter completed!