The family restaurant has a few guestrooms in the backyard. The husband is from XiChuan, and the wife is a Tibetan. They have two children, a son and a daughter. It is school holiday. The boy, about 10 years old, helps around the shop and the younger girl plays on her bike all the times.
After high school, the wife worked in a forest service station. The job demanded a lot physically and didn't pay that well. When she fell sick for a while, she quitted and came here to start this restaurant. Business is okay, just enough to support her two kids to go to school in a nearby city.
Her husband is quiet, helps her in the kitchen when it's busy and works on fixing stuff in the yard when the guests are gone.
We are somewhat different from other guests. J wants to cook.
The stove is made from mud and fueled by firewood, has two round holes on the top as burners.
It's always a joy to do this type of travel. To live the life of the locals.
Like others in the area, they are asked by the local government to rebuilt their restaurant, for a nicer look. The look again, makeup for the local officials, at the price of people's financial hardship.
I like to see the flame pouring into the wok, the energy, the excitment. J makes a nice dish. He tries to prove he is a good chef.
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