Yan Yan faced the mountains of meat and oceans of alcohol in front of her, and could only wonder one thing: where, pray tell, are the "vegetables"?
Inner Mongolia is supposed to be all grasslands, right? Shouldn't it be nothing but green as far as the eye can see? How are they supposed to eat all this meat?
Despite having dined on Michelin-starred meals and being accustomed to the finer things, Yan Yan was still shocked by the two whole sheep outside the Mongolian Tent and the mountainous pile of meat inside.
Yan Yan's party, even with the driver, only amounted to six people. Was such a grandiose display really necessary?
But Yan Yan quickly realized she had been too naive.
After the five of them entered, Uncle Li instructed the driver with a few words.
Soon, a group dressed in Mongolian garments came to present khadag and sing toasting songs.
