Yang Meng was lying on the bed in the hotel with a loveless face.

"Master, are you alright?" Di Wei walked over and asked puzzled.

Yang Meng sighed and said, "How can it be okay? I miss the small hotel in China." ”

He said this not for nothing.

The hotel booked by the conference organizers claims to be more than 100 years old in Paris.

From the outside, like most buildings in Paris, it is full of traces of time, in the words of those 'Gallic blows', this is the crystallization of art, and it is okay to look at the room, although Yang Meng and the four of them are arranged in a suite, but the room and bed inside are enough, and it looks very tidy, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

But!

There are no toothbrushes, toothpaste, slippers, soap or anything in such a hotel!

Yang Meng thought it was because of some kind of discrimination, but Pan Peiyu told him that he thought too much. Most of the regular hotels here don't offer this.

"Master, this is really not discrimination, this is their habit here. Pan Peiyu turned his head to Di Wei and said, "Di Wei, let me ask you a question, you have been in Dongying, how do you make Dongying angry with one sentence?"

Di Wei didn't want to answer directly: "You just say to the Dongying people: You look like a Korean." The vast majority of Dongying people will directly scold the street angrily, why do you ask this?"

Pan explained: "If you want to make the Parisians angry, you just need to say that they are racists. The whole of Paris is populated by foreigners, and if someone scolds you in public about racism, you don't have to end up yourself, and the people next to you will scold them back. ”

Yang Meng sat up from the bed when he heard this: "Don't say it's true, I found more blacks than whites in Paris." This is supposed to be a white country, right?"

Pan Peiyu smiled: "Master, don't you watch the World Cup? The Gallic rooster played eleven players and ten blacks. After all, Gaul has many colonies or 'overseas provinces' in Africa, and many people will choose to live in Gaul and enjoy the benefits here, and the result is that there are now more black than white people in Paris. ”

Yang Meng just wanted to speak, but suddenly put his hand to his mouth and signaled everyone not to speak: "Shhhh

Pan Peiyu and Di Wei were stunned and didn't speak, not understanding what Yang Meng was going to do, but Yang Meng took out a toothpick from the toothpick pot on the table and threw it out, only to hear a 'squeak', and a mouse asked Yang Meng to use his teeth to stick it on the wooden floor!

", mouse!" Di Wei was also startled.

As a result, Pan Peiyu was not surprised, directly opened the door and called the waiter in, and after cleaning out the mouse carcass, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Master, Di Wei, you are too rare and strange. Pan Peiyu stretched out three fingers: "What are the many pigeons, rats, and shit in Paris!"

Yang Meng nodded approvingly after hearing this.

When I was in China, Paris was blown out of a flower, which made people feel that heaven was what it was like here. As a result, after arriving in Paris, Yang Meng was completely stunned.

When he got to the parking lot and parked the car, Yang Meng stepped on the shit as soon as he got out of the car.

In Cudrón's words: it's very Parisian.

Many Gauls have dogs, and dog poop can be seen everywhere on the streets of Paris! What Parisians love is to be free-spirited, what's wrong with dog shit? In the commercial, foreigners love outdoor life, lying on the lawn of the park basking in the sun and playing with dogs, what a warm scene?

In fact, when looking for a lawn to lie down, you have to see if there is any dog poop!

Parisians also have a great sense of humor, and there is also a saying here: stepping on dog shit with the left foot is good luck, and stepping on dog shit with the right foot is bad luck, which is similar to the Han Kingdom's 'left eye jumping wealth and right eye jumping disaster'. One of the most important debates in the Paris mayoral campaign was whether there was determination and by what means to clean up the shit from the streets!

In addition to dog poop, there are indeed many pigeons in Paris, and flocks of pigeons can be seen in almost every square. is not afraid of people, waiting for people to feed, and by the way, give people a few bubbles of bird droppings. Almost all cars in Paris have pigeon droppings------ many people have them on their heads.

Of course, dogs and pigeons, these are not the most common animals in Paris.

What is the most animal in Paris?

Paris is also nicknamed the 'City of Rats'!

Disney and Pixar's Hollywood cartoon "Food Story" tells the story of a mouse as a chef.

This is where the Black Death broke out! And here the rats are so dense and rampant that it is rarer to see rats in Paris on any day than when the sun comes out of the west!

So why doesn't the government control rodent infestation?

It's not that they don't want to govern, but whatever the government wants to do here, it must first initiate a public vote, and at this time, there will always be a group of nature-loving Virgins who stand up: why kill the rat and rat?

"Master, don't be surprised to see a mouse, this hotel environment is very good! There are not many mice------ or they are all in the kitchen. The last time I was here, I was staying in a hotel that was horrible, and I could scare the rats when I fell asleep!" Pan Peiyu said.

Yang Meng scratched her head: "My goosebumps are about to rise when you tell me." Let's go, let's go have some food. They all say that Gallic meals are delicious, aren't they? Let's go and eat an authentic Gallic meal here. ”

As a result, Pan Peiyu looked at his watch: "Master, you can't eat this point." ”

"What do you mean?" looked at his phone: "It's more than three o'clock, why can't you eat?"

"Well, Parisians attach great importance to food, and dinner is usually at 8 o'clock in the evening, and 7 o'clock is considered early, and the restaurant is not open at this point. Of course, you can eat Chinese food or Dongying cuisine, which can be eaten. ”

"Dongying cuisine?" Yang Meng was stunned: "Authentic, no? I know that there are not many authentic Chinese food in foreign countries." ”

"Authentic? Eighty percent of the Dongying cuisine in Paris is opened by our compatriots. Pan Peiyu explained with a smile: "Gaul likes Dongying, and Dongying also likes Gauls, a very strange phenomenon." ”

Yang Meng was helpless: "Damn, then let's go to the supermarket to buy instant noodles to pad our stomachs, right?"

"Master, no. Pan Peiyu poured cold water again: "Today is Sunday." The supermarket is closed. This includes restaurants that have to take one day off during the week, which is a government rule and there are fines for not taking a break. ”

Yang Meng opened her mouth wide and didn't know what to say, she couldn't say that people were not good, she could only say that she was too uncomfortable.

Looking at Yang Meng's appearance, Pan Peiyu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Master, Di Wei, I'll take you to a fun place, right?"

"Where are you going?" asked Yang Meng.

"Confidential!" Pan Peiyu said with a smile: "Let's go, what are the three big men doing in the room? I've been to Paris several times, and I'm familiar with it." ”

Di Wei said: "You have been here a few years ago, can you still be familiar with Paris now?"

Pan Peiyu said: "Don't worry, Paris hasn't changed much for more than a hundred years." Quite a few of the buildings were older than my grandfather's grandfather, like this hotel. ”

Yang Meng carried his bag: "I'll change my pants and we'll go out again." I don't feel good in this garment. Or sportswear is comfortable to wear. ”

After all, they are nominally here to attend a medical conference, so Yang Meng is also in a suit and leather shoes. He is used to wearing sportswear in China, and he doesn't feel comfortable wearing a suit.

"Master, it's better not to. Unless you don't mind people looking at you. Pan Peiyu said: "Gauls pay attention to dressing on the street as if they were on the street, except for tourists, you basically don't see people looking at sweatpants on the street." ”

"Then what do I wear? Parisians wear suits and leather shoes every day, and don't wear tourist shoes? Why don't I believe it?" Yang Meng looked at Pan Peiyu with suspicious eyes.

Pan Peiyu gave the answer: "Jeans." That's why I said you should bring some pairs of jeans. ”

Di Wei said: "Master, follow the customs of the countryside and follow the customs of the villagers!"

Yang Meng's eyes glared: "What kind of country do you follow what customs? We are tourists! Let me tell you, I have already prepared a secret weapon!"

"Secret weapon?" Di Wei and Pan Peiyu looked at Yang Meng together, not understanding what Yang Meng meant.

"Go back to your room and change your clothes!" Yang Meng ordered.

Pan Peiyu and Di Wei glanced at each other, always feeling that their master was going to do something unreliable. But Yang Meng said so, what can they do?

The two of them went back to their rooms and changed their clothes, both jeans, T-shirts, and travel shoes.

After a while, Yang Meng opened the door and walked out, Pan Peiyu and Di Wei were speechless, and could only stretch out their thumbs: "High, really high." ”

Yang Meng was wearing a red plum blossom brand sportswear and stepping on 'leaping' sneakers, which was a national fashion dress.

Di Wei looked at Yang Meng repeatedly: "Master, aren't you hot dressed like this?" Now it is more than 20 degrees outside in Paris, and it looks very hot when you wear it like this.

Of course, the current Yang Meng doesn't care about heat and cold, he dares to wear it like this when he goes to the North Pole! He dares to wear it like this when he goes to the equator. Of course, he still had to explain to his apprentice, he took off his sports jacket and tied it around his waist: "If it's too hot, I'll do this, what do you think?"

After speaking, he turned around and showed the T-shirt he was wearing in front of the two of them.

Pan Peiyu saw the content on the T-shirt and said directly: "Master, you are still wearing a coat." ”

The T-shirt Yang Meng was wearing was actually nothing special, there was a small national flag on the chest in front of it, and a long string of words were printed on the back, Di Wei asked puzzledly: "Brother Pan, I think this T-shirt looks good, it's better than wearing a sports coat, right?"

"Do you know what's written on the master's back?" asked Pan Peiyu.

Di Wei shook his head: "French, I can't understand it!" Brother Pan, what is written on it?"

"The people of the world unite to defeat the imperial aggressors and all their lackeys。。。。。。 Di Wei, are you sure you let the master walk around the streets wearing this T-shirt?" Pan Peiyu asked Di Wei rhetorically.

Di Wei answered his question with actions: I saw him neatly help Yang Meng put on his coat and tie the zipper: "Master, you must not take off your coat!"