That night, Ning Fei ate the Mongolian characteristic belly bun meat. The fresh lamb belly was cut open, and large chunks of mutton and potatoes were steaming hot inside. It looked appetizing.
The food here was indeed very enjoyable. They all drank wine and ate meat in large mouthfuls.
In the evening, Lin Yue'er prepared a cup of fresh milk for him. Ning Fei thanked her.
The night here was the same as the outside world, only more leisurely.
The young people played on their phones, chatted, and went on Taobao in their rooms. The adults gathered together to drink and sing.
The people here loved to sing, and the sound of the matouqin drifted from time to time, followed by cheers and laughter.
Ma Yao and Li Yan went to play in the sea of flowers behind them.
Who knew what the two of them were doing so far away in the middle of the night.
Perhaps they just wanted to practice wrestling.