What did you experience when you traveled to Lhasa?

I bought twenty skewers of baked gluten, sat by the computer and ate seaweed, as if I had found hidden food. Today's protagonist is a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old. The standard Mandarin is different from hers, and her eyes are too different from those of Tibetans. She smiled quietly from the small window and listened to the customer's order comfortably outside the window. She always takes the money you handed me with both hands, then listens to what you want to eat, gives you the change and hands it to you. There are about four or five people in front. I waited for five plates of yogurt popsicles, and finally I walked to the nearest place with her. "Hello, I want three yogurt popsicles, three bowls of cold noodles and three bowls of fried potatoes, thank you!" After listening to my words, she took the money I handed her and said something to the people inside. It must be Tibetan, so she can't understand it. I cocked my head and saw that the menu said "no taking pictures inside". I think of a great shop, which clearly says no taking pictures. So many people took pictures, but all they got was a smile. Just as I sat down to enjoy the delicious food quietly, there were more and more people waiting in line, so I had to speed up and make room for the people waiting outside. No matter who is sitting in the room eating, or who is waiting silently outside with a tray, a magical sense of enjoyment pops out of my eyes.