The biker party likes a city like Shenzhen the most, showing off the luxury car Shennan back and forth.

The two-way ten-lane coastal is suitable for measuring acceleration performance, than interspersed with overtaking technology on the North Ring Road, looking for excitement with Huaqiang North City Circuit.

As long as you hope to My_Heart_Will_Go_On, there is always a place to kill yourself.

Guangzhou is different, it is not like Beijing has a Forbidden City, it is easy to judge the center. It's not like a piece-by-piece start-up like in Shanghai. It's not like Shenzhen in the early days, as soon as you saw the Shanghai Hotel along Shennan Avenue, there were suddenly more high-rise buildings, and everyone knew that they had entered the city center.

Guangzhou is a bit like Los Angeles, just because it is in the mountains, and there are also small bustling areas like Los Angeles Jewelry Street, but the psoriasis is too scattered. You can't find the city center, and the developed Tianhe is more prosperous than the old city.

Guangzhou is a mass of ink, and the districts are slowly blurring.

In a country like China, which pays attention to regulation and likes planning. Guangzhou's livelihood is not tossed, and small noises should not be seen, but the development is very good, and the background is getting thicker and thicker.

Except for the far-sighted move of industry out of the city in the early eighties, Guangzhou has not been much of a toss.

The city is from the ring road to the east to the Tianhe smudge, the old city does not play cages for birds, no one tosses, the management is very loose. A large number of small wholesale commodity markets are scattered in the urban area, and fish are raised in troubled waters, and the fish are getting fatter and fatter.

In the early days of reform and opening up, who had never dealt with Guangzhou?

With so many open cities, why do most of them choose to deal with Guangzhou?

In his previous life, Yang Wei couldn't understand Guangzhou in the early stage of entering society, couldn't understand the tattered streets like Gaodi Street, couldn't understand the messy market like Baima, and couldn't understand cities like Los Angeles and Guangzhou that couldn't find the city center.

In this life, he can only say that he is convinced by the early builders of Guangzhou, which is to use the Tao level to engage in the economy.

What Guangzhou is building is not high-rise buildings, not the economy, but the atmosphere, and Guangzhou itself.

The hotel is general, focusing on safety, and the security in Guangzhou is not good in this era, so the gentlemen deliberately chose a food stall designated by the government to entertain.

There are only a few floors in total, and a group of them occupy one floor.

A room is piled up with luggage, and the rest is mainly to change clothes and wash, and I didn't have time to change it on the plane, so I changed it all into a cool outfit.

There are very few people who take a bath, or take a shower according to the local customs. Men don't pay attention to it, and the little guy washes his face.

When the big and small girls went downstairs to eat, a lot of their hair was wet.

The room facilities and services are at the suburban level, and the waitress is similar to Li Kui. But as soon as the dish was served, everyone looked at each other and finally understood the deep meaning of the man.

Rare Wilds.

At a glance, Yang Wei couldn't help but think of a dish ordered by Chen Jiaju in "Police Story": "Civet cats stewed with fish whips".

In other places, ants go up to the tree is minced meat vermicelli, but if you want to say that ants go up the tree, it really makes you see ants.

It is said that it is ant wine, it is a bottle of ants, you don't need to drink it, and you will get dizzy when you look at it.

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, except for the tables, chairs and benches, the four-legged ones, as long as they can pant, no Lao Guang dare not do it into their stomachs.

Most people who encounter aliens will consider whether they are in danger. When Cantonese people meet aliens, they will consider the taste first.

Once the flying saucer strays into the territory of Guangdong, Star Wars is not far away.

For the sake of all mankind, Cantonese people should be stamped with their ID cards: flying outside the atmosphere is prohibited.

"It's so sweet, you have one."

Huang Datong pinched a loquat and threw it into his mouth, and when he saw Yang Wei bowing his head to eat vegetables, he grinned and threw the remaining half of the skewers in front of the latter's table.

"Where did it come from?" Yang Wei casually pulled it aside, he was also afraid of sour fruits.

"A bundle of five cents, carrying a burden at the door of the store to set up a stall. I haven't seen it, so buy a skewer and try it. ”

Huang Datong took tea and rinsed his mouth, and asked, "The bird's language is quite incomprehensible, what does the eldest sister mean by calling me Lao Sai?" ”

No wonder Mr. Huang is greedy, in this era, you can eat fresh fruits in the south, and you can only eat canned food in the north, and there are very few fruits. Pears, apricots, melons, peaches, and an old apple.

There is nothing else, everything else has to be ripened, and the bananas are still green and transported northward, like feeding pigs. The fruits eaten by northerners and southerners are not the same taste, and they are not happy at all.

"Praise you for being a Super Saiyan."

Yang Wei didn't even raise his head, and continued to compete with the flesh of some kind of scaly creature on the plate.

"You will be blinded to me! I'll buy you a bundle for you to taste. ”

Huang Datong looked dissatisfied, reached out and threw the shrimp dumplings in front of Yang Wei into his mouth, and said while chewing, "Sister Ren keeps waving her hand, I'm embarrassed to call." Old man, teacher, brother, grandma, add an honorific title, right?

Yang Wei spit out a small broken bone: "That's not necessarily, there are still old immortals." ”

"Cut, you can't see that your Huang is respected... Phew, what the hell is this? ”

Huang Datong ate a mouthful of crumbs, held chopsticks suspiciously, and held a pigeon-like thing.

"Bamboo rat, little rat who didn't open his eyes."

Yang Wei held the small saucer, and moved his butt against the chair, slightly avoiding Mr. Huang.

"You just fool me, I'd rather bite the old sow's buttocks, who has nothing to eat mice?"

Huang Datong disdained it, gave it to his mouth with chopsticks, and ate it happily.

When he ate to the pleasure, Mr. Huang shook his head and chewed, and at the same time raised a claw at Yang Wei defiantly, and said "meow~" in his mouth.

Yang Wei's face was expressionless, and he slowly raised a paw and beckoned the waiter to come over.

When the waitress saw the guest's signal, she walked over in small steps, leaned over and asked, "Pretty boy, can I help you?" ”

"Get me a packed plastic bag." Yang Wei commanded expressionlessly, "The biggest!" ”

The waitress nodded, walked back to the side and gave a few orders to her companion, and pointed to where Yang Wei was sitting.

Soon, the waiter brought over two bags.

Yang Wei thanked him, put the plastic bag on the table and pressed it with a teacup, and continued to eat with his head down.

There are mostly women and children at this table, mainly drinks, and the gentlemen also drink medicinal wine.

The people at the table talked and laughed, and from time to time they helped each other turn the plate and serve the food and pour the wine, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Huang Datong eats Haisai nonsense, and he eats very happily.

The gentlemen on the other side of the table were also very happy to see the little fat man eating.

He saw that the little fat man had dried up a cup of stewed bamboo civet again, and enthusiastically handed over the untouched cup in front of his table, with a face full of relief: "Okay, being able to eat and be able to be a man is a man, and the gluttons are good, my generation is not lonely." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, what is this?" Huang Datong took it happily, and his fat face squeezed out a flower.

Yang Wei dropped his chopsticks when he heard the sound, picked up a plastic bag and rubbed his mouth.

"Little raccoon, eat bamboo!"

Uncle Liu saw that the little fat man on the other side was full of confusion, and he was anxious for the glutton, "Oh, it's a little mouse." ”

"Ugh!"

Huang Datong was stunned, he was frozen, and only after a while did he tremble, and turned his head to look at his buddy with a sluggish face.

"Here, plastic bag."

Yang Wei took Huang Datong's hand and gently put the prepared bag on the child's hand.

"Huh?"

Huang Datong hiccuped and looked down at the plastic bag in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

"It's okay, come on, vomit as much as you want."

Yang Wei gently comforted Mr. Huang, picked up another plastic bag on the table and shook it, "It's not enough for me." ”

"Huh?!"

Huang Datong's eyes rolled white, he collapsed to the ground like soft noodles, and smoked on the spot.

"Huh?"

Yang Wei was shocked, and secretly said that Huang Datong was really very human, and it was actually this reaction, he didn't vomit but fainted, which was really unexpected.

"Yo, what's wrong with Chubby?" An aunt sitting next door hurriedly came over to help.

"It's okay, I'm a rat."

Yang Wei scratched his head, why is the truth always not believed, it's too nerve-wracking.

It's hard not to fool people, and I want to be a good person, but people faint.

"Fortunately, this seat watched the purple micro sky at night, and I expected it!"

Yang Wei babbled a sentence, looking like I was prescient, happily took out a snuffbox from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and put it down on the nose of Huang Datong, who was lying in his aunt's arms.

In the stunned expressions of the people at the table looking at the immortals, Yang Xiaoxian suddenly drank in a clear voice: "The wind oil essence is here, all the goblins quickly retreat, and the Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law, edict!" ”

With that, flick the bottom of the pot with your fingers.

"Oh~~~"

Huang Datong's nose was flushed by the pungent smell, and he let out a long exhalation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the concerned look on the face of the life-saving benefactor, his eyes were red with emotion, and he blurted out the words of gratitude: "Your uncle." (To be continued.) )