Watching Danzengjebu put on his helmet and rode his motorcycle into National Highway 109, where the traffic was rolling, Lao Liu said that he was not grateful.

After all, I still owe others hundreds of thousands of yuan in decoration money.

Although he paid the money for making light box plaques, he was still a decoration team leader at least, and he was in charge of dozens of people under his command, but he was still like a worker, riding a motorcycle back to the county town more than 50 kilometers away to arrange the production of light box plaques.

"Brother Dava, why does Brother Jeb ride a motorcycle? Can't he drive?" Old Liu was really curious. With Danzeng Jeb's wealth, he definitely couldn't have no private car.

"Can drive." Zhashidava gave a positive answer, "And I know he could drive a long time ago, and he also has a car, but I don't know why he has been riding motorcycles in the past two years, and even refuses to drive when it's cold..."

After this period of exchange, Tashidawa's Mandarin seemed to be much fluent.

Old Liu shook his head and did not inquire about Danzengjeb's privacy.

No matter from any aspect, the decoration captain I met today is indeed a very simple and kind collector.

Lao Liu's stomach suddenly made a "gugugu" protest. Since he came here last evening, he has never eaten anything except drinking two glasses of spring water this morning.

"Hungry?" Tashidawa asked, then patted his forehead and said, "Look at me, I actually forgot that there is nothing to eat here. Wait for a while, I'll go back later."

As he said that, Zhashidava immediately turned around and rode on his broken motorcycle with mud all over, almost no sign of his original color, and left in a flash.

But within ten minutes, he returned, but there was a very strong basket tied on the back seat of the car.

Then in the lobby of this hotel, Lao Liu saw what Tashi Dawa brought.

It was steaming ghee milk tea in a thermos bottle and tsampa piece by piece.

"This is butter tea, made of yak milk, fucha and special butter. Well, it was made by my grandma (mother) himself, you can try it."

But to be honest, Lao Liu didn’t like Zang Pi very much. When he was serving the second uncle in Rikkong City, he tasted Tibetan noodles, ghee milk tea and tsampa.

If the hidden noodles are slightly more suitable for the taste, then which kind of sweet butter tea is really not Lao Liu's dish?

As a native of Dongshan, Lao Liu likes the taste of heavy oil and salt, and is even more spicy and sweet. Lao Liu hardly touches any sweet thing.

However, looking at Zhaxi Dawa's look of anticipation, Old Liu gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl of butter milk tea and took a sip.

"Huh..." Old Liu looked at the milk tea in his hand in surprise. It was not as sweet as he imagined. Instead, it was replaced by an extremely rich fragrance and a lightly salty taste.

"This butter tea..." Old Liu looked puzzled, but he still sincerely raised a big thumb, "It tastes great! I like it very much!"

Lao Liu did not flatter him. He really liked the taste of this butter tea. Compared to the sweet and greasy butter tea he had drunk before, the salty and creamy taste was undoubtedly more suitable for his taste, especially the rich tea flavor, which mixed with this salty and fragrant taste formed a special taste that makes people unable to stop.

A happy smile appeared on Zhashidawa's face, "This is made by my grandmala. The butter tea she made is different from the butter tea made by others, but as long as anyone who has drunk the butter milk tea made by Grandmala says it is very delicious."

"It's really delicious, I like it very much." Old Liu said sincerely.

As for tsampa, it is actually fried barley noodles. Tsampa is the transliteration of tsampa in Tibetan. Tsampa is to stir-fry barley noodles after cooking, grind it with a small amount of butter milk tea, milk residue, sugar, etc., and then squeeze it into a ball with your hands to eat. This is also one of the traditional delicacies of Tibetans. Like ghee milk tea, it is high in calories and rich in nutrition.

A meal made Lao Liu sweat all over his body. How could it be described as "satisfactory"?

A breakfast that tastes good is undoubtedly a very happy thing. Lao Liu subconsciously lets part of his consciousness enter the palace. Sure enough, he found that the big hourglass was collecting green gas, but the green gas had two wisps, one from himself, and the other wisp of the source was Tashidava.

Lao Liu couldn't figure out what this green air was, but seeing that the color of the green air was exactly the same as the color of the green crystals I saw from the hourglass of water before, thinking about the big words I saw in the Five Elements Jade before, Lao Liu seemed to understand something.

Because Lao Liu was also very happy to see Zhaxi Dawa.

After dinner, Lao Liu took out a pack of Huazi and threw it to Zhaxidava. The two of them began to suck the clouds and spit out.

Before, the altitude reflex was severe, and Lao Liu was holding back his cigarette addiction and didn't dare to smoke. It was difficult to breathe, and it was a pity that dared to smoke. But before, the two cups of spring water killed all the altitude reflexes. Now, if you smoke, Lao Liu has no psychological pressure at all.

He took a deep breath of cigarette, and smoke mixed with nicotine, nicotine and tar was blowing hard in his lungs and then sprayed out from his nostrils and mouth. Lao Liu only felt that he was really a god at this moment...

A cigarette after a meal will be better than a living god! Compatriots who are addicted to smoking, you know...

The two of them chatted for a long time while smoking cigarettes, and then Tashidawa said goodbye and went home.

His family lives in the Obacuo Natural Village, about five miles away from the hotel. This natural village consisting of less than twenty herdersmen is also a village where Lao Liu's second uncle lived for more than 30 years during his lifetime.

The village is located at the foot of the southern foot of the famous main peak of Nianqing Tanggula Mountain. You can see the Nianqing Tanggula Peak at an altitude of more than 7,000 yuan.

This young collector who is more anxious is actually quite burdened. He is the only eldest son in his family and the main force in raising cattle and sheep. The herders on the plateau have already started to fatten cattle and sheep at this time, and he has to go back and be busy.

Before, it was because he was busy at home and had no time to visit his uncle Wangdui in Rikkong City. However, even so, during the hospitalization of the second uncle, Zhaxi Dawa would visit the hotel every one or two days or work for one night.

Seeing that Zhashidawa had left, Old Liu inserted the door from inside and then walked to the backyard.
Chapter completed!