The whole lamb is roasted, and the aroma fills the air.
In addition to roasting a whole lamb, the women also cooked noodle porridge.
The group gathered around the fire and began to eat.
"Why didn't you invite Master Vera to eat with you?" Qin Susu asked curiously.
Qiu Yan shook her head; she didn't know either.
Qin Susu thought for a moment, "I understand, Master Vera is a monk, he doesn't eat meat."
Beside the fire stand were several short knives; anyone who wanted to eat could help themselves.
"Xiaoyan, their grilling process is quite similar to the grilled fish you make."
Qin Susu took a deep breath of the wafting aroma of meat; it made her incredibly hungry.
Qiu Yan: "There are some differences."
Even as the meal drew to a close, Master Vera remained seated in his tent, chanting sutras.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and tidied up, Qin Susu wanted to take a walk around with Qiu Yan.
Qiu Yan didn't want to go, so Qin Susu and Apu went with her to digest their food a short distance away.
Qiu Yan was curious about how two people who couldn't speak the same language became friends.
Vera only stepped out of the tent when the stars appeared.
Qiu Yan finally found an opportunity.
Before and after the meal, she kept trying to ask Vera for some chili peppers or other seasonings, but seeing that Vera was meditating, she didn't want to disturb her.
Before she could speak, Vera said first:
“Ni, compared to me, deliberately, silly? Wo, catch well, silly.”
He looked at Qiu Yan with a smile in his eyes.
"Huh?" Qiu Yan reacted immediately.
Should I teach him Chinese?
Seeing the earnestness in Vera's eyes, Qiu Yan asked:
Are we going the same way?
Although she wasn't a genuine person from ancient times, she was capable of teaching Chinese characters, and even basic passages from the Analects, the Book of Poetry, and the Strategies of the Warring States.
“The path, the door.” If Vera wanted to go the same way, then they could go the same way.
Qiu Yan and the others, aren't they from the Central Plains? It just so happens that he was also going to the Central Plains.
Vera clearly wanted to learn Chinese from Qiu Yan.
He knew that his Chinese was really bad.
"Okay," Qiu Yan readily agreed, a mischievous smile in her eyes.
"However, you have to promise to send me some dried chili peppers, peppercorns, and cumin."
As for the white sugar, what she wanted was the recipe, which she could ask about later.
She's been eyeing their condiments for an hour now.
"Hmm?" Vera was puzzled as to what Qiu Yan wanted these seasonings for, but she nodded nonetheless.
He took out the seasonings Qiu Yan had requested, first handing her a handful of red chili peppers.
Qiu Yan took them; they were all ripe chilies.
She broke it open to take a look, and the chili seeds inside were quite plump.
Next, there's pepper and cumin.
Qiu Yan was very satisfied.
For the sake of some seasonings, she temporarily sold herself out.
"Starting tomorrow, I will teach you Chinese."
Vera smiled slightly, always wearing a smile.
Spending time with people like that makes the surrounding air feel more peaceful.
In the following time, Qiu Yan asked Vera why he didn't eat dinner, and that's when she discovered his peculiar habit.
That is not eating after noon.
He said that Buddhist teachings state that one can only eat in the morning and at noon, and should not eat after noon until the next morning.
The reason for this rule was actually because of a pregnant woman.
Looking up at the starry sky, the countless stars twinkled.
Qiu Yan's state of mind was also purified.
Thinking of my present self, who once came to Xinjiang to carry out a mission,
Qiu Yan couldn't help but wonder if what she was seeing was the same sky?
The air here is pure and free of impurities, which can soothe a restless mind.
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