When I got back, I had fried noodles at the roadside stall. It was really delicious. Just down the Silk Road in Chang'an, there are quite a few stalls dozens of meters away. Back to the four-room room, introducing myself to each other, because I met a person who had just returned from Lhasa outside, and chatted. Finally, I did not go to Lhasa. Later, he listened to me about the delicious cold skin of the house. It rained heavily at that time, so they ran over with an umbrella (because I lost my umbrella on the way). When she arrived, Grandma was gone. There were people in the stall. The same place was sitting with meat buns.