The rich aroma of "lamb in a milk pot" filled an area hundreds of square meters wide...
Little Ginny held a large stainless-steel bowl, watching eagerly as Dad scooped the food out of the "milk pot," layer by layer...
She shook her head at the tempting garlic lobster and garlic abalone, then grinned and pointed at a big piece of lamb. "Dad, that one, that one..."
Aisopan stood at the very end of the line, smiling...
As a less-than-qualified host, she was a little shy as she held out a large bowl, hoping to try her guest's cooking.
The "lamb in a milk pot" smelled absolutely delicious...
Just as Alvin was serving everyone, a rumble of hoofbeats like muffled thunder came from the distance...
Alvin carefully placed one last piece of lamb on top of the heap in Little Ginny's bowl, bringing a satisfied smile to her face...
Hearing the hoofbeats in the distance, Alvin looked at Aisopan's excited expression and smiled. "Don't tell me we've got more guests...
I'm definitely not making a second pot of lamb!"
Aisopan probably hadn't heard what Alvin said...
When she saw the riders galloping over at twilight, the girl from the Snow Region let out an excited cheer...
She hurried back to the tent to change into a more formal Tibetan robe. Wearing a hat that was clearly meant to look pretty, with a large bundle of white khatas draped over her left arm, Aisopan stood solemnly by the lake, seemingly waiting for the riders to arrive...
Alvin watched her, then glanced at Wu Lie with sudden amusement. "Why do we look like the hosts...
I nearly forgot—I didn't even get a khata!"
Wu Lie casually scooped up a big piece of lamb and stuffed it in his mouth. Tongue sticking out, he