Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 354 - Purchasing, Kazanqi Food Street

It seems that the consensus among tourists visiting DJI is to see the scenery in the north and appreciate the culture in the south.

But this does not mean that there is no humanities in the northern border.

Wang Fan didn’t pay much attention to other things, but he really wanted to try the northern Xinjiang cuisine.

It just so happened that yesterday's income was very optimistic, so their itinerary for today was arranged to visit Kazanqi National Street, and then go straight to Sayram Lake.

Kazanqi National Street is the only folk culture street in northern Xinjiang with the Uyghur ethnic group as its theme.

Wang Fan asked Zhuo Qianqian curiously, "The name Kazanqi sounds pretty good. What does it mean when translated?"

Zhuo Qianqian said seriously: "Believe me, you definitely don't want to know, it's better to keep it mysterious and beautiful."

Wang Fan became even more curious after hearing what she said: "Tell me about it, I'm really curious."

Zhuo Qianqian spread her hands and said, "It means iron pot maker. Originally, there were many people here who made a living by making iron pots, so they gave it this name."

Wang Fan compared Kazanqi and the iron pot maker in his mind, and regretted asking such a question.

I parked the car and walked to the gate. There were many pigeons on the sky blue archway. They looked chubby. I wanted to make rose dew pigeons with them... cough cough, no, no, this idea could easily cause trouble.

Now is the peak tourist season. After a period of publicity, more and more people are coming to DJI for tourism. At this moment, you can see many tourists from all over the world on the streets, and some people in ethnic costumes are feeding pigeons among the flocks of pigeons.

Most of these people have very three-dimensional facial features and look exotic.

Without stopping here, Wang Fan and the others walked directly inside. As soon as they entered the door, Wang Fan felt that this place was different.

The overall color of the houses here is mainly sky blue, including various public facilities on the roadside, which are decorated with a lot of sky blue.

Wang Fan didn’t have anything in particular he wanted to eat, so he just asked and bought whatever he wanted to eat.

He started with a palm-sized steamed bun. The crust was baked to a golden brown and crispy, and when he broke it open, he found the lamb inside was brimming with crispness and a delightful bite, while the lamb inside was tender and juicy. The aroma of the meat, mixed with the flavors of onion, cumin, and other spices, and the distinct aroma of the naan pit, made Wang Fan exclaim in delight.

By reversing the process based on the finished product and taste, Wang Fan mastered the technique of making this baked bun.

Walking further, I saw a burly man wearing a small flower hat pushing a cart full of cakes and selling them.

He had heard of this thing a long time ago. In the capital, there is a saying that "one knife makes you poor, one knife makes you rich, and one knife makes you a boss who lives in a villa." This DJI shouldn't be that outrageous, right?

There were still some people in front of the big brother's stall. They didn't look like they were being ripped off, so Wang Fan felt a little relieved. He was really worried that the more than 10,000 yuan in his pocket would not be enough to pay the bill.

Wang Fan bought a piece. The elder brother's hands were very steady and he cut it straight up and down. He charged 100 yuan for one piece of meat weighing just over 20 grams. Overall, it was quite acceptable. The elder brother said that the price had gone up a bit because cashews and almonds were too expensive now.

The taste of the chegao is quite standard. It is made with local dried fruits and nuts, which are boiled together with rock sugar syrup and fixed into shape. The ingredients are quite solid.

Along the way, besides the hawking sounds, the most common thing he heard was singing. Wang Fan exclaimed, "You DJI people really all know how to sing and dance!"

Zhuo Qianqian was a little proud: "That's right, we have a saying here that goes 'Children can dance when they can walk, and sing when they can talk'."

As we were walking, a horse-drawn carriage came towards us. The horse's hooves hit the road, making a crisp "click-click" sound, and the bells on the horse's neck also made a crisp and pleasant sound.

At this time, Wang Fan became a curious baby and wanted to try all new things.

The black horse is tall and mighty, and its shiny black fur makes it look even more heroic and extraordinary.

The place where you buy tickets is not far away. It costs 150 yuan per person, and you can sit for about an hour, and each person will get an ice cream.

After the two of them got on the carriage, the horse moved briskly forward, showing no signs of effort. Zhuo Qianqian said, "This carriage is called Hadik. It is the earliest and most important means of transportation here. In 08, the tourist area wanted to showcase this traditional means of transportation and also solve the employment problem of the elderly local carriage drivers."

Following Zhuo Qianqian's explanation, the two headed straight to the food street.

The food street looks very clean and tidy, with various stalls on both sides of the street. Except that the things they sell have local characteristics, it is no different from food streets in other places.

Zhuo Qianqian reminded him seriously, "Boss, these dishes only need to be mildly spicy. Don't order anything else spicy."

"What?"

"There are two things you shouldn't believe when DJI employees say things like, 'This pepper isn't spicy at all,' and 'This wine isn't strong at all.' If you believe them, you're going to be miserable."

Wang Fan nodded, thinking that it was always right to listen to people's advice and eat a full meal.

But he suddenly thought of the previous scene and couldn't help laughing: "There is another sentence that cannot be believed."

Zhuo Qianqian asked in confusion: "What else?"

The boss has never been to DJI, so how could he know something he doesn’t know?

Wang Fan laughed and said, "And the saying 'white wine starts at three pounds, beer is all you can drink' is also not to be believed, hahaha."

When Zhuo Qianqian heard this, she thought of her own dark history and couldn't help blushing. She felt that she had brought shame to DJI's drinking ability.

Following the smell, Wang Fan found a stall selling tripe wrapped in meat. The thick tripe was fixed with bamboo sticks. The white, tender and round tripe wrapped in meat was as big as a fist. The price of 15 yuan each was acceptable, and not as outrageous as what was said on the Internet.

The two of them ordered two. The boss took out mashed garlic and chili oil, poured some vinegar, and ladled a spoonful of meat soup into it. The rich aroma of meat wafted out all at once.

Wang Fan didn't let the boss cut it, he just took the skewer on the tripe and took a bite. The meat filling in the tripe was very generous, and he could eat a mouthful of meat in one bite.

The meat filling is also seasoned. The taste of northern Xinjiang is somewhat similar to that of the north, and the taste is relatively strong. However, because the meat is really good, even the heavy ingredients can hardly cover up the aroma of the meat itself.

Moreover, this tripe-wrapped meat is a very interesting combination, it is actually lamb tripe-wrapped beef.

The crispy belly is very chewy, and paired with the sour and spicy sauce and tender beef, it tastes very satisfying.

Especially this kind of uncut ones, which give you the hearty feeling of eating meat in big bites.

Not to mention Zhuo Qianqian. Although this is the northern border, it is also her hometown. The delicious hometown food that she has been longing for for half a year is placed in front of her, but she eats it in a very unpresentable way.

After eating the belly-stuffed meat, another person ordered a large skewer of lamb for 25 yuan. The lamb was estimated to be about half a pound, and looked very generous.

The barbecue guy put the skewers in a bowl and evenly coated them with a layer of yellow sauce. Wang Fan had grilled skewers coated with this kind of sauce before, and the taste was more tender.

This skewer is also baked in the naan pit, and it is full of meaty aroma after being baked. Ordinary skewers only give you one mouthful of meat, but this big skewer can fill your mouth with just one piece of meat.

The half-meter-long skewer of meat feels like a sword in your hand, which is both delicious and fun to hold.

There were also pan-fried dumplings, jar meat, rose chicken soup, and lamb trotter soup. Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian ate from the beginning to the end of the street. Zhuo Qianqian filled her stomach, and Wang Fan not only filled his stomach, but also added a variety of recipes.

A business that can last for a long time must have its unique features. Wang Fan's various skills have well broken down the secrets, allowing him to master the seasoning methods of these northern Xinjiang specialties and once again enrich his recipe collection.

In the future, he will apply this knowledge to more delicious dishes, creating new ideas by combining it with cooking methods from other places.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two returned to the RV for a brief rest and then headed straight to their final destination of the day - Sailimu Lake!
(End of this chapter)