With full of doubts, Si Fan wandered in the downtown area, since he was in trouble, don't be trapped there. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Now that the Terminators can work on their own, Xiao Xu and the Terminators have a very tacit understanding. Drive the materials to the construction site, then turn around and go out for a meal or a walk, and come back about half an hour later and drive away.

Easy plus enjoyable.

And Si Fan is now wandering around the city with a somewhat depressed mood. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. After graduation, all the hustle and bustle is all about money. The beautiful scenery of Jiangcheng has never been tasteful.

As a famous tourist city, although it is self-proclaimed, there are still many tourists.

The breeze is blowing on the face, the mood is naturally beautiful, accompanied by the sunset by the sea, if there is wine and food by your side, it is really an absolute enjoyment.

How long has it been since I enjoyed it? It's just a money-making machine. Si Fan decided to indulge today. Alone and enjoying the thrill of high school and college vacations.

At that time, when I didn't have a lot of money in my pocket after saving a few hundred dollars, I walked into a food street full of delicious food, walked from this end to the opposite side, and spent thirty or fifty yuan to fill my stomach.

I don't know when it started, but it was one of the fondest memories of his youth.

"Let's go to Xincheng Food Street today. ”

It is said that the city is now striving for the title of the most beautiful tourist city, attracting large-scale investment, and holding various beer festivals and food festivals to attract tourists from all over the world.

It is really a gourmet's food feast, many people in this tourist city live because of food, when the night slowly comes, there is a meaty smell in the streets and alleys, that is the smell of skewers, walk to the corner of the food street or hurry over. Or stop and wait for the delicious taste of stinky tofu.

It smells bad, it tastes good, it's really appealing.

Further inside are all kinds of barbecues. Each house has its own characteristics, grilled clams, grilled fish. Grilled shrimp, grilled scallops, grilled oysters, and all sorts of delicacies are spread throughout the streets, and there seems to be nothing that can't be grilled. Now even the vegetables are grilled the same. It is called a vegan feast and weight loss.

Even more appealing is Nasfan's long-coveted roast leg of lamb. Authentically Mongolian, a few Mongolian boys gather around a huge campfire and sing and dance as they wait for the leg of lamb to be cooked and delivered to the guests' tables.

I remember that when he was in school, he cut back on food for a month in order to eat a roast leg of lamb, so he came to one during the eleventh holiday, and took a few of his buddies at that time to have a good meal.

The result, of course, was very tragic. At that time he found that it was not enough for three or four lads to come and eat a roast leg of lamb. In the end, everyone had to share a small piece. Now he remembers the deliciousness of that leg of lamb.

It's really a long-cherished wish when I was a kid, and I haven't tasted that feeling again.

Now when he came here again, it was already brightly lit, and the night in the north was always early. By the time I finished eating, it was already dark, and the smell was already coming from the street.

It's just that this time it really feels a little different.

As soon as I arrived on the street of the food street, I heard countless noises, as if I had entered a circus, and all kinds of snacks on the street no longer occupied both sides of the road, but directly closed the road.

In the middle of the street, there is a huge three-meter-wide shed, which has a number of merchants, these merchants are very strange, the accent between the voices is not like that of locals, they speak in a voice that tastes everything, occupying the most central and best position to sell their own goods, in the outermost is the ice cream seller, or Turkish ice cream.

I saw a guy who looked like a foreign man selling ice cream, 25 yuan a ball, and if you want to eat an ice cream, you will have to pay 50 yuan.

Although the weather was a little cold when he first arrived, it still couldn't stop him from being a foodie.

There used to be a restaurant here that made pretty good ice cream. You can eat a ball for 7 yuan, which can be regarded as a good price, and all the ice cream is made and frozen by yourself.

The ice cream was delicious! Now he misses seeing this ice cream seller a little bit nostalgic. He stepped forward and waited for his ice cream to be filled in the center of the crowd of onlookers.

The guy who sells ice cream on the other side seems to be juggling, constantly converting the ice cream back and forth from the customer's hand, interacting with the customer, and when the switch back and forth two or three times, he will hand the ice cream to the customer.

An ice cream, two cones, and a juggling, and the mood suddenly became much better. Then the sweet ice cream was served.

Si Fan is also waiting for the arrival of his next own ice cream.

"All I need is a ball! vanilla-flavored!" finally it was Si Fan's turn. He also waited with some anticrity for the young man to interact with him.

It's just that Si Fan is obviously self-inflicted. The guy decisively accepted the money, and then filled an ice cream with an egg cone and handed it to Si Fan.

And then the next one

next

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Si Fan was completely speechless, what kind of treatment is this. Everyone else is two cones, and when they come to themselves, they are not only one cone, but also arrogant and directly next.

Si Fan, who was not in a good mood, resisted the power of the desolation that he was about to explode, and licked the ice cream in his hand with the tip of his tongue slightly.

Suddenly, the taste of a flavor filled the mouth, not too much milky, just a very sweet cyclamate taste and a strange flavor flavor.

The bad taste couldn't even compare to the ice cream in the cafeteria, and it felt as disgusting as a bug on the first plate while expecting a feast.

What's even more disgusting than this is, of course, that the bug is still alive.

Now Si Fan feels this way.

"Dude, the quality of this ice cream is too bad, isn't it? Your price is about the same as Häagen-Dazs! But the taste is too bad!" Si Fan really couldn't stand it.

The customers who bought the ice cream in front of them all left with the ice cream. It is estimated that even if it is unpalatable, I will not come back to look for him. That's why business is still so good!

The young man seemed to be very arrogant, and glanced at Si Fan casually: "There are so many problems with buying a ball, our ice cream is imported from Turkey, and the ice cream in Turkey tastes like this!"

After that, he moved on to the next customer.

Maybe someone can't stand it anymore. Finally came out to speak.

"They've been selling here for three days. I often see it when I go out for a walk. The festival is only seven days long, and they only need to sell new customers. By the time the seven days had passed, the people would have already been cleaned. Now this is taking advantage of the fact that those snack bars on the street are not open. There's just such an ice cream shop on the whole street!" An aunt in her fifties behind her finally found the truth.

Sure enough, Si Fan turned his head to look over. Only the food festival stalls in the middle of the street have the best business, and all the citizens come to join in the fun. The snack bars on both sides are closed, but every household has pushed a cart out to sell at the door.

It's a pity that their way of selling is no match for the novelty of food festival stores.