People working inside hurried by, and the square of the town hall was filled with visitors of all colors. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This means that there are few Swiss people, and there are not many guests who come to Basel to visit, so you have to try Zhongnanhai for this treatment... Ha, it is estimated that you can step on seven or eight shoes alone.

Those who pick up rags and collect waste don't have to do anything else, squatting at the gate of Zhongnanhai every day, hey, the gate is going to be closed at night, and the iron hook is pulled in.

No more, just a few pairs of shoes, and maybe a few wallets if you're lucky.

Not to mention that Chinese travel is different from foreigners, here European travelers, holding a few discarded newspapers, on the lawn on the Rhine River, this is to sleep.

And our Chinese Uncle Qin and his girlfriend were busy looking for food when they were on the third pole of the day.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and the two gourmets followed the fragrance to find the target of the first one.

The candy logo of the big cardboard package at the entrance is printed with the color of the Red Cross in turn, the flag of Switzerland.

And the fragrant smell wafts out of this unique little shop.

The large transparent window shows the busy scene inside.

This is a handmade Swiss confectionery shop, the world only knows about chocolate, but forgets about Swiss sugar, even chocolate is one of its subordinate branches.

The fat shopkeeper has beautiful pale blonde hair and lake-blue eyes of the Swiss people, but his obesity makes him a failed product with three chins.

Dressed in a white chef's suit and wearing gloves, he dragged a three-foot-long iron plate out of the drying rack and placed it on the cutting board in the operation room.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei outside the window glanced at each other, and 'Ding Ding' pushed open this candy house hidden in the art palace of Little Basel.

"Welcome, pick your own if you like..."The boss said a word of greeting in stammering English, and put all his mind on the freshly baked candy.

"It's okay, let's take a look, you're busy..."

The answer to him was that he spoke fluent and light German, of a special standard, and the days of eating with Joseph were not in vain.

The boss behind the desk raised his head in surprise, these were obviously two Oriental faces, but they spoke the official language of Germany.

"What? I remember that German is the official language of Switzerland..."Qin Guandu muttered to Italian again.

The fat boss on the opposite side hurriedly shook his hands: "No, I'm just surprised, I thought that most of the oriental tourists were English-based, my English was too bad, I didn't expect to hear German, then it's even more fine." ”

Hearing this, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at each other and smiled, and the boss, who was originally holding a knife, looked at Qin Guan's smile, and the knife under his hand was stunned.

This little couple of China, the woman is delicate and delicate, her eyebrows and eyes are fine, like the stream surrounded by the farm on the outskirts of Acel, and you can see the transparent shrimp inside.

And the man, forgive him for not going to school much, and he can't describe how much pen and ink he has, just like the feeling that his father taught him the top frosting, when he was a child, he used his fat fingers to pestle it in, and then put it in his mouth.

Now that he has seen God right away, it is not a loss.

When the boss found out that he had cut it crookedly, he didn't feel sorry for it, he thought about it for a while, and actually used a flower knife to cut the palm-sized Swiss delight into two thumb-sized villains.

"Guest, please taste it." The fat boss's skin is very white, and even the stainless steel tray can't compete with his hands that make candy all year round.

And the smile on his face inexplicably made Cong Nianwei, who was stopped, sound like a kind of person: dog legs.

The boss was like this, with a flattering smile that he hadn't made for decades, he grinned stupidly, staring at Qin Guan's face without blinking, and in his hand was the gift he was going to give him.

"This male doll is you, how handsome you look, this female doll is your girlfriend... Try it, I'm not bragging, I can't find two of my crafts in the whole of Switzerland. ”

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's hearts were congested for a while, and they looked at the two cute translucent gummy people on the tray in front of them, did they have their mouths or their mouths?

This eats itself, and it still makes people speechless.

But what kind of country is China? Big foodie, the two of them didn't resist in the end, and the burst of sweet breath from the tip of their noses picked up one by one and stuffed it into their mouths.

The teeth cut through the jelly-soft candy smoothly, and the saliva mixed with the syrup exploded on the tongue.

This dark purple Swiss delight is made with hand-boiled jam from plums and yellow peaches, mixed with butter, and refined.

It is then dried in the humid air of the natural Rhine River and sprinkled with a secret frosting sugar as white as snow to make such a delicious delicacy.

A little sour, a little sweet, with a little saltiness in the aftertaste, and the touch of coarse sugar rolling on the tip of the tongue, a small piece of candy, like a life of fullness.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's eyes were bright, and the smooth candy entered their stomachs in just three or two bites, and the candy clip in their hands finally started a crazy shopping journey.

The master and boss on the side were already stunned on the spot, these two young people, seeing that this posture was about to empty his sugar house.

And what surprised him the most was still behind, the pedestrians who were just passing by by by chance couldn't stay when they saw the big purchases of the two tourists in the window.

People say, if you're not happy, feed yourself a piece of candy, and Europeans, who are already sweet eaters, are the best at eating sugar.

People are a group of animals that are easy to blindly follow, and this handicraft workshop, which has been operating in the local area for many years and only does business with regular customers, has been completely crowded with more and more tourists who have poured in.

"Boss, come with three catties of wine chocolates..."There was only a piece of openwork paper left in the small frame.

"Boss, the cocoa hard candy is sold out!"

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

When a small tour group passed by, the tour guide was working hard to explain the characteristic ancient community here, and the tourists behind him poured over.

The big fat boss, painful and happy, the syrup and iron spoon are stirring hard in the big iron bucket, the grinder on the tray is his mother-in-law who was temporarily called by a phone call to help, and his youngest son is filling the syrup with small modules.

And the culprit who caused all this walked out of this evocative little shop with a large bag of candy at the pleasant ding sound of the cash register machine.

ps: Full of feelings, there is wood! There is wood! (To be continued.) )