Global Food Tour

Chapter 62 The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys! (asking for a ticket)
The big and round cook kicked the waiter over, turned his head and said with a smile: "Fake, really, I am not qualified to wear it. The chefs in my restaurant have all gone back. I made food for myself when I was bored. I didn't expect to wear it." What’s wrong with my pizza when I meet you guys who know how to eat it?”

"The materials are all waste."

"Ah? How is that possible? It's all from the kitchen, and they're all packed in clean containers."

Zhang Feng saw that this playful boss was sincere and innocent, and said, "Forget it, but your waiter is really rubbish!"

"It's my fault, my fault. He is my nephew. I didn't expect to fail in his studies. I will teach him well when I go back. I will refund you double the meal money. Don't make things worse." The boss compromised.

Zhang Feng secretly scolded that the businessman was really cunning, and he avoided the serious ones, but after all, he had no choice but to give up on his territory. However, this pleasant experience was written by Zhang Feng in his travel notes, and the consequences can be imagined.

After such a fuss, they naturally lost their appetite, so the three of them decided to change to another restaurant to eat. After all, they were still hungry, even if they had no appetite.

"Suifeng, you were so domineering just now."

"And your knife skills, are you a chef?"

"and also……"

Zhang Ling asked cracklingly, like a baby with a problem, while Xu Jia looked up at Zhang Feng, then quickly looked away, the blush on her cheeks never faded.

I found another restaurant. The food in this restaurant was much better, and the taste could barely meet Zhang Feng's minimum swallowing requirements.

"Suifeng, where are you going next?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I didn't think about it, I always feel that I missed something here..." Zhang Feng said seriously.

"What did you miss? Horton Plains National Park? Baker Falls? Or a tea factory?" Zhang Ling seemed to have also checked the guide.

Zhang Feng shook his head. He had no intention of going to Baker Falls. He had already been to the National Park and watched the sunset. Although he was drunk, it was still fresh in his memory.

"No, I have no plans for now." Zhang Feng shrugged.

"Then let's go together. Our next route is Tissamaharamo, then Yala National Park to Mirissa and then to Galle. We will be the sea train in "Spirited Away" and go back." When Zhang Ling talked about the little train, her face was full of longing.

"That's right, Suifeng, you can come with us." Xu Jia summoned up her courage and said.

Zhang Feng glanced at Xu Jia, and found that the girl's eyes were flustered. Relying on the tenth sense and self-confidence of a man, he knew that it was time to say goodbye, and said, "No, I still want to find something."

"Come on, together..." Zhang Ling winked at Xu Jia as she said.

"No, the road is different. See you again by fate. I won't accompany you on the lake tour. I'm going to find what I want." Zhang Feng didn't care about the two women's retention at all, and left with his camera and bag on his back.

"Hey! Suifeng, we haven't given you the money yet!" Zhang Ling shouted.

Xu Jia could only stomp her feet secretly, her face was full of disappointment, as if something was missing.

"Small things."

"Xiao Jia, don't you want to chase after her?" Zhang Ling asked.

Xu Jia shook his head and said, "He's obviously running away. I can't catch such a person. Let's go swimming in the lake."

"All right……"

On the other side, Zhang Feng took advantage of the night to stroll around the small town near Lake Gregory. The town was very lively at night, especially when the weather became hot during this time.

The lively children rushed out of all the alleys, like wild horses breaking free from the rein, and ran towards Regory Lake. Of course, many scenic spots in Sri Lanka are open to local residents for free.

This is much better than our Great China. Of course, the residents near the general attractions know the shortcuts.

Occasionally I heard a dog barking, but the sound was obviously lacking in breath, and it seemed that the inner wildness was soothed by the pleasant coolness of this time.

As he was walking, Zhang Feng stopped suddenly, because he smelled a seductive smell, and his soul was shaken. He knew that this was what he was looking for, and walked towards the source after finding and smelling it.

The smell became stronger as he walked, and Zhang Feng's footsteps became faster. Suddenly he stopped, and then trotted towards the alley as if in a daze.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Zhang Feng was startled.

"It turned out that I wasn't the only one who was attracted."

Looking at the people in the alley, Zhang Feng knew that he had found the right place. Although these people were almost all locals, in order not to appear reckless, Zhang Feng tidied up his clothes and put on a warm smile on his face.

"Uncle, what happened here?" Zhang Feng said to an uncle with a more friendly face and a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars.

The uncle looked back at Zhang Feng, slightly surprised, and then asked, "Are you here for a tour?"

"Yes."

"Here, Duer's wine is ready, everyone is here to buy wine today."

Zhang Feng couldn't bear the excitement in his heart and said, "Can everyone buy it?"

"You want to buy it too?" The uncle looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.

"Yes, I drank similar wine in Kandy, but they said that you can only drink the most authentic black tea wine here, so I came here. I feel very lucky that I met so soon." Zhang The excitement on Feng's face infected the uncle.

"Haha, yes, the black tea wine from Old Duer's family is the most fragrant. You can only drink that taste once a year, and one sip can make people relive for ten days and a half months. You can smell it all, but with so many people, it’s a bit difficult for you to buy a little. If I buy it, you will have two drinks for free. If I can’t buy it, you can only ask Old Doer yourself. In stock." The uncle said heartily.

Zhang Feng said thank you gratefully. The seemingly loose crowd in the alley was actually patting the team according to certain rules. Fortunately, the rules were easy to introduce, and Zhang Feng was also behind the uncle.

"Old Duer, old Duer, are you alright? I've lost my shit." An old drunk shouted in the local language.

Others also booed, and the scene was full of excitement and seemed very hilarious.

"What's the rush, what's the rush." ​​A hoarse voice sounded, and Zhang Feng roughly remembered the meaning in the local language.

"Don't worry, the small jar of wine from Kaifeng just now has attracted many of my people. Now you haven't done it yet, you're going to starve us to death." Another alcoholic joked.

"Can you understand our local language?" The middle-aged uncle asked Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng calmed down, shook his head and said: "I have learned the common ones, but I can guess from everyone's movements and expressions."

"Well, where are you from?" the uncle asked.

"Chinese people."

"Huaxia? You also have a lot of good wine there. I have been there many times for business. I have drunk Nurhong, Peach Blossom Wine, and a yellow wine..." The uncle opened his mouth and began to chatter. .

Zhang Feng didn't expect that he would meet a "drunkard". For Zhang Feng, Huaxia's wine was limited to the buns made by the old people in the village and the sweet rice wine he cooked by himself. Other wines were just some wine.

"By the way, you Huaxia have a kind of wine called Zhuyeqing. Is it really added with bamboo leaves?" The uncle asked a somewhat profound question.

(End of this chapter)