Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

When Lin Ran and Lin Ran returned to the hotel with a bunch of things, everyone else was shocked!

Because they were holding six or seven bags in their hands.

It is filled with Mongolian specialties. There are two woven bags with various decorations inside.

The rest of the bags contained either lamb legs or beef.

"Are you going to the market to rob?" Huang Hao asked in shock.

They told everyone what happened today.

Originally, they planned to take tomorrow's flight back to the capital, but since they couldn't contact Lin Ran, Liu Jingfeng didn't know how to book a ticket, and he hasn't bought one yet.

They had no impression of Altaïr.

However, Lin Ran told them that Altaïr would treat them to dinner tomorrow.

As for the content of the reward, they didn't care.

No one will refuse the delicacies of the prairie.

Early the next morning, Altaïr drove to the door of the hotel.

"I thought you would ride a horse to pick us up?" Lin Ran said with a smile.

When he saw Altaïr getting off the Santana car, he felt something strange.

Altaïr still had a cigarette in his mouth, but today he was wearing traditional clothes and was very clean and tidy. He was a little unkempt, but he still had an aristocratic temperament. He must have been a young master before.

Altaïr put out his cigarette and said, "Do you think we are ancients?"

After experiencing life and death together yesterday, the relationship between them was not as unfamiliar as the last time they went to the museum.

At least, the other party is a guy who values ​​love and justice, and this should not be let down.

They took the car directly to the suburbs.

"Altaïr, you won't take us to a strange place, right?" Lin Ran asked jokingly.

He finally understood why, when transportation becomes more developed in the future, free shipping will no longer be provided here?

Because the place is so big, one urban area is divided into several flags.

"If there is anything delicious in the city, I will take you to a good place." Altaïr said with a smile.

After driving for 10 minutes, they came to a tribe.

I was invited into a huge yurt. At the door of the yurt, there was a signboard with words written in Mongolian.

Entering the yurt, there were two girls wearing prairie clothes, smiling at them.

There was no one else in the yurt except them.

But in the center, there was a big table.

The path leading to the table was covered with thick wool carpets of different lengths, placed on the left and right sides, looking extremely luxurious.

There are fresh fruits, grapes, and watermelons on the table.

Wang Jinpeng scratched his head: "Isn't this the season for eating grapes and watermelon?"

"Haha, there are all kinds of fruits on the grassland all year round." Altaïr's attitude became much better and he introduced it coolly.

After they took their seats, several staff members wearing prairie-style costumes walked in.

The leader walked up to Altaïr and said with a smile: "Altaïr, the VIP seat arranged for you is not bad, right?"

"Not bad." Altaïr replied casually.

"Are these your distinguished guests?" Then he glanced at Lin Ran and others and felt a little surprised.

Altaïr is a man who thinks too highly of himself and usually does not receive people outside the Chifeng Banner.

Today, for the first time, so many people wearing Central Plains costumes were invited.

"Okay, don't waste time, bring the food over quickly." Altaïr ordered.

"It's ready for you." The foreman stepped out of the way and saw two prairie girls, carrying several wooden cups with milky white liquid in them, placing them on the table.

Lin Ran could tell at a glance that this was old yogurt.

However, Wang Jinpeng and the others had not eaten it. After it was served, they first picked up the cup and poured it into their mouths, but found that they could not pour it out at all.

"The quality of your milk is not good. It's all frozen."

Hearing this, the staff and Altaïr covered their mouths and laughed.

"This is prairie yogurt. It's made using a special method. It's not ice. If you don't believe me, try it with a spoon."

Wang Jinpeng poked it with a spoon and found that the inside was soft.

Altaïr showed them how to eat old yogurt, and the others followed suit.

Lin Ran also took a bite. It was really original yogurt, sweet and delicious, without any additives.

It has not yet been extended to the Central Plains region.

Lin Ran was thinking about it while chewing yogurt.

No wonder China is a country of gourmet food. It has a vast land and rich resources. People in different places have different eating habits, so regional delicacies have also emerged.

For example, flower cakes from Yunnan, snail noodles from Guangxi, and yogurt from Mongolia.

If they are brought to the capital, they will definitely attract people's attention, which can also be regarded as a business opportunity.

It's just that when it comes to food, there are more regulations. Although Lin Ran thinks it's profitable, he still has to think about it in the long term.

Others didn't have as much as he thought. Wang Jinpeng took a bite and couldn't wait to take a spoon and scoop a big spoonful into his mouth.

While smacking his lips, he said, "It's so delicious. Why haven't I discovered it before?"

Sitting in a warm yurt and eating cold yogurt has a unique flavor.

They had just finished eating the yogurt when they heard laughter and footsteps outside the yurt.

They seemed happy to listen to their conversation.

Moreover, the sound stopped at the door of the yurt.

The door curtain was lifted, and standing at the door were two sturdy men in suits.

In Inner Mongolia, there are many people wearing national costumes. Even the curator of the museum wears local costumes.

And the two people in front of them were actually wearing suits.

Upon seeing this, Altaïr immediately stood up and shouted: "President Qi, why are you here?"

Lin Ran turned around and saw that both of them had big pie faces, thin and long eyes, and had typical Mongolian characteristics.

The two of them looked somewhat similar, and if I guessed correctly, they should be brothers.

The people walking in front looked smiling, but Lin Ran felt a trace of evil energy from them.

Although he was not a person who judged people by their appearance, he had a vague feeling that the other party was not a good person.

Obviously, Liu Jingfeng feels the same way.

But they were guests, so they didn't think too much and continued to drink their own yogurt.

Altaïr felt angry and the atmosphere was a little awkward. He quickly stood up and said, "Let me introduce to you. This is the president of the Inner Mongolia Archaeological Association."

"Aren't you the president?" Lin Ran asked in a low voice.

"I am the captain of the Chifeng Archaeological Team, and this is my immediate superior." Altaïr covered his lips with his hand and whispered.

"We are all brothers, so there is no need to be so polite." The two walked in, looked at the man at the front and laughed, "My name is Bagger, and this is my brother Badger."

He put his left hand on his chest and bowed to everyone. Badger who was following him also did the same.

Altaïr also returned the gift. Although the others didn't understand how to return the gift, they thought it was prairie etiquette and followed suit.

Bage laughed heartily: "Dignified guests from the capital, you don't need such a big gift. Please sit down wherever you like. I'll treat you to today's meal!"