Overpowered Broadcast System

Chapter 161: Bonfire Party, Sword Qi Transforms Wind? (1/2)

It was not yet dark and strict, and the distant sky was smudged into red.

Small tables were set up next to the bonfire, and there were several strong men with bare arms, holding roasted whole lambs and distributing them to everyone at the table.

Amongst them was an exceptionally strong looking middle aged man, none other than Ma Yao’s father, the owner of this tribal farm, Ma Huayun.

The drone was hovering high above the tribe at this point, quietly watching this nomadic bonfire party, and the netizens were thus able to watch the real ethnic minorities in all their glory.

The heat in Ning Fei’s live broadcast room spiked once again.

At this time, he saw Ma Huayun pouring the horse milk wine in a silver bowl and resting it on the long Hada, walking towards Ning Fei, while singing the traditional Mongolian toast song.

“First cup, to our most expensive guest today, Ning Fei, the Brigadier of the grasslands!”

Ma Huayun said boldly.

“Oh~~~”

The other members cheered up and the atmosphere became very hot.

At this time, a netizen called “Blue Sky My Home” said:

“This is called pouring wine to toast the guests, a traditional Mongolian way of hospitality. In the hearts of nomads, wine is the most precious food, the crystallisation of the grains. Pouring wine in honour of a guest is an expression of the grassland herders’ respect for their guests.”

At this time, Ning Fei first allowed Ma Huayun to put the Hada around his neck, and then took the wine, but did not drink it directly. Instead, he dipped his ring finger into the wine and gave a nod in the direction of the sky, the earth and the bonfire before he drank the wine from the cup.

Ning Fei’s action made the netizens extraordinarily curious.

“What’s this for?”

A netizen couldn’t help but ask.

[Blue Sky My Home] explained, “That’s a traditional Mongolian custom, where guests use wine to light the sky, earth, and bonfire respectively, as a sign of honouring the gods of heaven, earth, and fire, as well as accepting the host’s pure affection.”

Hearing his explanation, many netizens dawned on him.

“I can’t believe there are so many rituals!”

“It looks as if Master Ning Guan has fully integrated into it.”

“Wearing a pure Hada, it feels so good.”

“I can also offer you a Hada with toilet paper.”

“Can that feel the same?”

The bonfire party was a boozy affair, with everyone cheering and eating roast whole lambs and drinking.

Ning Fei was an average drinker, but he couldn’t help it if he didn’t drink on that occasion just now, and when this glass went down, he immediately got a little tipsy.

But luckily, after a few bites of the roast lamb, he was able to ease up.

The lamb tasted very good. Fatty but not greasy. It tasted delicious. The roast lamb here is really a masterpiece, I’m afraid you may not be able to get such delicious lamb elsewhere.

“Not bad.”

Ning Fei sighed in admiration.

Ning Fei was drinking milk tea that was unique to the Mongolian tribe? The people in the tribe liked tea more than anything and basically couldn’t eat three meals a day without it.

The taste of horse milk wine is too strong. Some people like it and find it very tasty, but those who don’t like it get a little dizzy from the smell.

Ma Huayun sits at the main table. Ma Yao and Li Yan sit on one side. Ning Fei and Lin Yue’er sat on the other side. There were not many young people in the tribe, so Ning Fei was placed with Lin Yue’er.

The Mongolians are basically very good at singing and dancing.

During the banquet, the sound of the horse-headed zither, the sound of Mongolian songs were swirling around the bonfire. And then, a big man left his seat and walked over to the bonfire and danced.

His dance was a unique dance for ethnic minorities and was set against the flames.

Others cheered and applauded him.

Netizens watching live all were envious.

Ning Fei took them and saw a different way of life.

At this time, after the big man’s dance, a chorus of appreciation rang out around him.josei

“Ning Fei, you come and dance one too!” Ma Yao was in the crowd and shouted at Ning Fei with a smile.

“Come one, the Eagle of the Grassland!”

“Buzgud! Come one!”

“Buzgud! Bouzhgund!”

“Come on!”

When Mayao shouted like this, the atmosphere around them grew more and more lively, others immediately shouted after him.

The netizens were infected by such an atmosphere, and the pop-ups came in thick and fast.

“Haha, Ning Guan come one!”

“Give them a show!”

“Let them see the dance of the Middle Kingdom!”

Ning Fei was helpless, he had always kept a low profile, but he couldn’t help but feel too petty for not going on stage now that the atmosphere had been set.

He didn’t know how to dance, that much was true.

However, he could do sword dancing.

“Little Falcon, fetch my peach wood sword.” Ning Fei stood up and said to Little Falcon.

The peach wood sword was hanging in the house, and there was a ventilated window open on the house so that Little Falcon could fly in.