I originally lost some followers, but from the looks of this video, it’s definitely not a problem to gain 20,000 or 30,000 followers, so I’m going for 200,000.
Ok, Ok.
If you look at the number of videos released, Chen Xing didn't find any newcomer who gained followers faster than him.
Those people in the barrage said that they were fanatics, and they deserved their reputation.
He looked at the messages happily.
As the number of fans increases, there are also many negative comments, but Chen Xing basically skips them without reading them.
If there were only a few messages, Chen Xing could ban them and delete them. But if he deleted too many messages, he would feel tired, so he thought of doing whatever he wanted. Anyway, it was only the messages he sent that others were jealous of, so he wouldn't cause any trouble.
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Shang Hai.
A milk tea shop near the Oriental Pearl Tower.
Mu Qing looked at the message sent by Chen Xing, lowered his head and snickered.
The man sitting opposite him felt his throat roll and felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip of tea and said:
"You're much prettier in person than in the photos."
"Really? Which photo?"
"Just the one Aunt Wang sent you. You just graduated. You look good in your bachelor's uniform."
"Oh." After hearing the answer, Mu Qing immediately lost interest.
She thought that this person had also seen the photo that Chen Xing took of her. In this case, she would still be interested in continuing the conversation, but as for dating or something, forget it. Don't say that she doesn't have such thoughts now, even if No one would like such a person.
He has no ambition and no interest in chatting. Living with such a person would be boring to death.
She listened to the chattering words of the person opposite her, and flicked her phone with her right hand, hoping that Chen Xing would send another message, but nothing came, and she felt more and more disappointed.
It would be nice if Chen Xing chased me, she thought.
In this case, she doesn't have to worry about how much older she is than Chen Xing. If she is older, she is older, so what?
Isn’t it a female junior holding a gold brick?
Thinking of this, she blushed and became more and more impatient of such a blind date. She stood up and said:
"I'm a little tired, let's talk next time, sorry."
The man stood up and watched Mu Qing leave stupidly. He looked down and saw that Mu Qing's milk tea had not been touched, and felt a little pity.
Why don't you take the milk tea away? It's such a waste.
In Damxiong, Tibet, Chen Xing also received a call from Wang Heng. Wang Heng took Chen Xing to the grassland north of Damxiong.
But he didn't go far. Within an hour of setting off from Damxiong, he saw a herd of cattle and sheep, and then he saw two tents that were simply set up a little ahead. Nima Zhandui was sitting in front of the tents to rest.
After Chen Xing got off the car, he looked around and asked, "Is this Brother Zhandui's winter pasture?"
Nima Zhandui came over and said, "No, this is someone else's. Mine is in front. It has to be arrived tomorrow night. It's too far and can't be reached in one day. You guys came just in time to help me set up the rack."
A barbecue grill that can be seen everywhere, but in addition to this charcoal grill, there is also a wood-burning grill. You can put the whole lamb on a huge steel spit and then put it on the fire to grill. grill.
Chen Xing didn’t know the name of this grill either.
He and Wang Heng helped set up the shelf, and Nima took a look at the sheep he had just killed.
He had just killed the sheep before Chen Xing and the others came over, and now the bloody sheep was hanging upside down at one end of the tent to bleed, and the blood was caught in a porcelain basin.
Zhuoma happily ran around on the grassland, looking at the cattle and sheep for a while, watching Chen Xing and others working, and then suddenly ran back from the sheep and shouted: "Mom, mom, Sanji is missing!"
Nima Zandui’s family has many yaks, but few sheep and horses. Yaks are a necessary resource for the family and are used to make money. Sheep are used for food, and horses are used for transportation. Naturally, they don’t use many. Zhuoma The Sanji she called was a lamb, and she liked it very much.
Tashi was making food in the house and said, "Ask your sister to look for it. It should be nearby."
When they first arrived, they counted all the livestock. At that time, no one was missing. Now, the lambs must have run away and got lost.
Chen Xing set up the grill and saw Tashi kneading the dough in the cooking tent. The dough was very flexible and didn't look like highland barley, so he asked, "Is this wheat noodles?"
"Yes, I thought people in your city didn't know the types of these things."
"I don't live in a city. I live in a small town, which is almost the same as in a rural area."
She kneaded the dough into strips, then pulled out small pieces of dough, just like the small glutinous rice balls that Chen Xing made at home. Instead of rolling them into rounds, she picked them out and threw them on the wooden board below.
"Is this a breast lump?"
He knew that ethnic groups such as Tibetans and Mongolians who live in grassland areas and make a living by herding have this dish. It is well-known in the mainland and is one of the things that comes to mind when mentioning grassland food.
"No, milk pimples are made of yogurt. I can't make them well, but my mother can do well. What I'm making now is called Pazi Mogu, and it tastes a little like milk pimples. Do you want to eat it? I'll wait for my mother to feel better some other time. Let her do it."
Only then did Chen Xing notice that he hadn't seen the old lady much today.
"Is she sick?"
"I feel uncomfortable after being caught in the rain yesterday. I have a fever today and am resting in bed."
Nima Zhandui shouted outside: "Chen Xing, brother Chen Xing, don't you want to learn to ride a horse?"
After Chen Xing heard this, he looked behind him and saw that Nima Zhandui had already led a horse over. It was still the same horse he rode in the morning. It looked very majestic.
He also walked over and reached out to touch the horse's face.
He has touched it several times, and now he feels that it is just like petting a cat, and there is no danger. Moreover, the eyes of a horse are much smarter than those of a cat. People like Chen Xing who are very sensitive to eyes and emotions can feel the gentleness of this horse.
Nima Zhandui said: "There is still some time now. Let Wang Heng do the preliminary work. I will teach you how to ride a horse first. Come on, step on this stirrup."
Chen Xing was about the same height as Nima Zhandui, so it was easy to get on the horse.
Nima Zhandui led the horse away slowly and said: "This kind of horse is called a draft horse. It has high endurance, strong strength, and a docile personality. It just runs slowly. Generally, it is rarely used as a mount on the grassland, but I I like tall ones like this, at least I feel comfortable."
Chen Xing's vision was different when he sat on the horse, and he felt comfortable. He nodded and said, "I think so too."
He taught Chen Xing some horse riding skills, and after making sure that Chen Xing had memorized them all, he let go of the reins and rode on the other horse, saying, "Then speed up a little bit. I think you learn it pretty quickly." , I guess it will be enough in half an hour.”
But less than half an hour later, Nima Zhandui was called back to roast the sheep. Chen Xing did not dare to run too fast alone, so he circled the tent a few times and stopped.
