The traditional cuisine on the Shangri-La side is mainly Tibetan. Buttered tea is the most common drink for Tibetans, and tsampa is the staple food for three meals a day. Yak milk can be made into milk dregs cheese, and yak meat can be stewed in soy sauce, which is very delicious. Highland barley wine brewed from highland barley is one of the main wines for entertaining guests.

  In Shangri-La County, there are many good places to eat and drink, mostly Western food, Tibetan food, and Yunnan food.

   Leng Yunlin came here only once, so naturally it is impossible to eat western food.

  Sitting in the ancient city, looking at the scenery in the ancient city, with the breeze blowing, and looking at Leng Yunlin's softened face, she didn't say much about today's events. It seems that he selectively ignored what happened just now. Leng Yunlin naturally understood her thoughts, and felt very comfortable with her considerate attitude.

  She has always been like this, knowing how to measure, knowing how to advance and retreat, knowing what to say and what to do. Although after being irritated, he will attack the enemy like a wild cat, but in normal times, he is still very considerate.

  However, when he changed the topic just now, Mu Qingyu couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he saw the more gentle look in his eyes.

   Did I say something wrong? I have been following myself, but I feel more conspiratorial.

   Looking at his gentle eyes, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

  Mu Qingyu saw the roadside stall next to her, so she decided to challenge it. Since Leng Yunlin has such eyes, why not challenge her?

   "How about going there?"

   Leng Yunlin followed her pointer and saw that it was actually a food stall that eats braised mutton! Moreover, it also says - "Yancheng Flavor"!

   Moreover, in summer, this is a place to eat hot pot. . . . . . .

  Leng Yunlin looked at the environment that was more chaotic than Liu Ji's barbecue, and finally showed a bitter expression on his face: "Do you want to go?"

  Mu Qingyu nodded again and again: "Well, I'm out of town, so I want to eat local flavor."

  Leng Yunlin took a deep breath, finally nodded, with the expression of a strong man going to die, and walked in.

  The restaurant is not big, there are only seven or eight tables. Although the decoration is not very simple, it is definitely not luxurious. Fortunately, it is still clean. Leng Yunlin ordered a bunch of things, and when the pot came up, it was burning on the electric stove. In the glowing red sauce, the crispy stewed mutton was floating inside and burning inside. Even though it was covered with a lid, it still couldn't help its gurgling aroma. Around the table, cabbage, tofu, vermicelli, and lettuce were scattered all over the table, as well as a few fried golden and crispy pancakes.

  Looking at the table next to it, a few men were shirtless, sweating and eating big mouthfuls, obviously the taste was good.

   Well, fortunately, there is an air conditioner inside, otherwise, in this hot summer, who can stand such an environment?

  However, fortunately, the folk customs here are relatively open. Mu Qingyu's outfit won't be too conspicuous, and Leng Yunlin is also in casual clothes. The two of them hide in the corner, but they are very low-key.

   "Haven't you ever eaten at such a place?" Mu Qingyu smiled, "That's right, you are very picky and particular. You will definitely not patronize such a roadside stall."

  Leng Yunlin frowned, he usually eats very light food, which is also taught by his aunt Feng Linxue - too much oil and salt, easy to get various diseases.