When I was a child, I never learned the story of "a kid eats naan and his parents go away".

One day, a Uighur young man was tending sheep. The sheep strayed into the tiankeng. The young man tried his best to drive them out, but the sheep ran desperately toward the center of the tiankeng. The sheep ran manically, and the young man shouted: "Come back."

The sand and dust in the scorching sun and the unique yellow clay of the Flame Mountain, combined with the heat wave, mixed with the sheep. As the sheep ran, the heat wave undulated and extended.

After a while, the smell of burning wool gradually came out, and the sheep began to scream and bump wildly, but the temperature in the sun was getting higher and higher.

The smell of burnt wool, burnt sheepskin, and the smell of burnt mutton became stronger and stronger. Thick smoke quickly spread, and the sheep in front had begun to fall.

The shepherd boy's skin was also burned to the point of being chapped and unbearable, and it felt like his skin was going to smoke.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and ran home. When he got home, he plunged into the water tank. After a while, he raised his head. There was a lot of water vapor on his head, but he still felt very hot, so

Looking east and west, the water vapor on his head formed a curved shape in the air and slowly dispersed as he moved his head.

Suddenly he saw the dough that his wife had kneaded in the basin. He immediately grabbed a big lump and put it on his head, which made him feel much better.

He carried the dough and returned to the pit to look for the sheep. When he was halfway to the bottom of the pit, he saw that his sheep had not moved.

But he still wanted to take a look. He continued to run towards the sinkhole. Suddenly, he smelled a familiar fragrance. He was wondering what the smell was. It was so fragrant and familiar. As he was walking, he suddenly fell down.

After a fall, the dough on his head fell to the ground and shattered into powder, wow!

Isn't this a scone? He hurriedly picked one up and put it in his mouth. It smelled so good. It tastes like this. It tastes like this. He shouted again and again. He picked up another piece and put it in his mouth to taste slowly, oh!

It's more delicious than the cakes baked by my wife.

So he picked up the pieces of dough scattered on the ground and rushed home to tell his wife and people in the village. He asked people he met along the way to try it, and everyone said it was delicious. When he got home, his wife even praised it after tasting it.

After a while, people in the village came to his courtyard after hearing the news. They tasted it curiously and asked questions.

After he told everyone about his discovery, everyone discussed and decided to name it "Nan".

From then on, when people in the village wanted to eat naan, they took the dough to the tiankeng and tried it.

Everyone can't live without this naan.

But what should I do if I want to eat on a rainy day? The wise people in the village came up with the idea of ??using the yellow clay from the tiankeng and wool to make a reduced tiankeng and put it in the yard. A fire was lit in the center of the pit, and the dough was pressed into a cake shape.

Baking them around the pit works really well. The naan pancakes baked in this way have a similar taste to those baked in that pit, so people call this homemade pit pit the naan pit.

From then on, every household had such a nang pit, and no one needed to take the dough to the tiankeng to bake it.

The delicacy of naan has been passed down to this day.

The interesting story is over.

Do you want to eat Xinjiang naan? Go travel to Xinjiang.