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February 3, 2025
As the off-road vehicle rolled over the lakeside road covered with light snow, Miyin Xianjianye was hanging on the shore of Napa Lake like an ink painting, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the arcs of black-necked cranes flying across the ice in winter. Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the aroma of charcoal fire wrapped in the freshness of lemon hit me in the face. Two beautiful British shorthair dogs have surrounded our suitcase, using their tails to sweep away the chill of the plateau in February.
Although we arrived at 7 o'clock and missed the afternoon tea time, the owner still made us an afternoon tea, which was a taste experiment that subverted our cognition: the lemon cheesecake, known as "the best in Napahai", was made with yak cheese from an altitude of 3,300 meters and the fruit of ancient lemon trees by the Lancang River. Take a sip, and the crisp acidity like meltwater from snowy mountains pierces the cloud-like density, revealing the quantum entanglement of ghee and French cream.
Cuihua and her son Pipi are like the elf housekeepers of this B&B. When I woke up in the morning, they curled up on the ******* carpet and supervised me drinking butter tea. In the evening, they took me to the terrace to watch the black-necked cranes return to their nests. The most heart-warming thing was that the host cooked fresh yak milk for us, and Cuihua lay quietly beside us.
On the day we left the store, the manager gave us homemade coffee bean bracelets and barley biscuits. The car drove very far away, but in the rearview mirror I could still see the two cats squatting side by side on the roof, and the Napahai Sea behind them was crushing the morning light into thousands of diamonds. Suddenly I understood: the so-called secret camping is nothing more than a way for people to learn to gently recognize the mountains, rivers and living things again in the aftertaste of lemon cheesecake.
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