2025-7-12 ,By around 12:30 noon, when the car finally pulled steadily into Xi’an city proper, my stomach had long been growling with hunger. Turning down a few streets, my sharp eyes caught sight of the eye-catching signboard of “Xiyu Nayi” – red background with white characters, carrying a touch of exotic charm. Before I knew it, my feet had carried me into the store.
As soon as I walked in, I was enveloped by a rich aroma – the of freshly baked samsas mingled with the spicy scent of big plate chicken, and a hint of the mellow fragrance of milk tea. I found a seat by the window. There was no need to flip through the menu much; I directly ordered the signature dishes: the outer skin of the samsas was golden and crispy. Taking a bite, the lamb filling mixed with the sweetness of onions rushed into my mouth, and I couldn’t bear to let go even though the juice almost burned my tongue. The big plate chicken was brought out in a huge basin. The chicken was stewed until tender and flavorful, and the potatoes, soaked up the sauce, were soft and sweet. Mixing in the wide belt noodles, each strand was coated with the bright red sauce, spicy yet satisfying.
The restaurant was quite crowded. A few Xinjiang fellow townsmen at the next table were speaking their familiar dialect, with hearty laughter occasionally ringing out. Combined with the ethnic-style tapestries hanging on the walls, even though I was in Xi’an, it felt like I had suddenly stepped into the distant Western Regions. Leaning back in my chair after eating my fill, the fatigue from the long drive seemed to be soothed by this warm meal, and even the sunlight outside the window felt especially warm and cozy.
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