"It's boring to go to the market," Rong Rong pouted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Every time my sister-in-law takes me to the mall, I'm tired and bored."

Mu Yang pinched her daughter's white porcelain-like face with her hand and said: "You know, visiting the market is very knowledgeable, every time my father goes to a place, the first thing is to go to the local market." ”

Hearing Muyang say this, Rong Rong immediately became interested.

The big-eyed cute asked, "Why do you want to change the market?" ”

Muyang said: "As a diplomat, if you want to understand the local customs, economic conditions, living habits and even customs and customs, the market that local people go to most often is one of the places that can truly reflect these." ”

"Also, sometimes you see things here that we don't see often, or even that are unique to the region, which is very eye-opening. In fact, the market in Myanmar is still very distinctive, and there are many of your favorite things in it, if you see it, you will definitely like it. ”

Rong Rong's interest was aroused, and she hurriedly asked, "What is my favorite?" ”

"Haha, I won't tell you now, I'll see for myself tomorrow." Muyang sold Guanzi.

Early the next morning, the family set off again and turned to the farmers' market in Mandalay, and as soon as they walked into the market, Rong Rong exclaimed, and Xu Youshan and Aunt Yun were also attracted by the contents inside.

"There are so many beautiful flowers, are they all selling flowers here?" Rong Rong took Muyang's hand and asked.

"Flowers, fruits, snacks, agricultural and sideline products, national costumes, all kinds of everything, let's go in and see, tell dad what we like." Muyang Road.

The flowers here are indeed beautiful, clustered in clusters, stacked together very visually striking and beautiful.

There are many varieties of fruits, which cannot be seen in domestic supermarkets at all, and they are all unique to the local area, which has also aroused everyone's interest.

In particular, some of the fruit desserts made here have conquered Rongrong.

Rong Rong asked Muyang in a low voice while scooping fruit desserts with a spoon and eating, "Dad, why are those people painted with white, white, yellow and yellow things on their faces, is it sunscreen or mask." ”

Muyang smiled: "Do you know a lot, sunscreen, and mask." ”

"I saw my mother and aunt get a mask." The little girl immediately argued.

After Rong Rong asked this question, even Aunt Mu's father Yun and Xu Youshan turned their heads to look at him, probably curious about this question.

Muyang once again incarnated as a commentator: "The one they paint on their faces is called 'wood incense powder', and women in Myanmar have this habit of applying wood fragrance powder to their faces, and sometimes little boys also apply it." The wood powder is ground from the trunk of a tree called 'neem', which is sold in this market and can be regarded as the "sunscreen" of the Burmese people. Apply it to the cheeks, and if you are particular about it, it will be made into a leaf-like shape. ”

"This powder is said to have the effect of removing acne, but of course, the main effect is to protect from the sun. But I think, well, it doesn't make much difference. Mu Yang laughed after speaking.

The family knew what Muyang meant, and they all laughed.

It is true that Burmese women like to have a whiter complexion, but most of them have dark skin, and it seems that this wood fragrance powder has little effect, and it may be just a tradition.

Holding a large bouquet of flowers, Rong Rong's neck and wrists are full of bracelet garlands made of flowers, just like a beautiful little flower fairy.

The family then moved to the jade market.

In Mandalay, families can spend a leisurely day sitting in the temple, listening to the monks chanting Buddhist scriptures at dusk and morning bells, or enjoying a meal at one of the more distinctive restaurants.

A few days later, the family set off again for Yangon.

After arriving in Yangon, at the airport, there was a team of military vehicles parked directly inside the airport, and Luca came to pick up the plane in person.

In the inquiring eyes of the passengers who got off the plane, Mu Yang stepped forward, hugged Luca, and then pretended to introduce himself to his relatives, "Dad, this is my friend, General Godanwei, Commander-in-Chief of the Burmese Navy." ”

"General Godanway, this is my family, my father, mother and wife, and my children."

The family was slightly surprised, and then the two sides warmly greeted each other. After all, the president of Djibouti has visited his home before, and his family is now very receptive.

The convoy drove all the way into the city and stopped in front of an ornate manor. When everyone got out of the car, Luca said, "This is the place to arrange accommodation for you, see if you are still satisfied." ”

The group walked into the manor, although there were no tall buildings, but the area was very large, with a garden of several acres in front, then a very Burmese-style manor, and a garden in the back.

Not far from the manor is the Yangon River, and standing in the yard, you can see flocks of seagulls flying in the distance.

And in the manor, Luca had already arranged for several servants, including cleaners, cooks, drivers, and several security guards transferred from the army.

Luca didn't stay long, and left after arranging it, after all, Muyang didn't want outsiders to disturb the rare time to get together with his family.

It's already twenty-nine, and tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve.

Muyang proposed to go to the Chinese town tomorrow to experience the Spring Festival of the Chinese in Myanmar.

The next day, Chinese New Year's Eve, the family began to go out in the evening.

"Knock knock, knock, knock."

A lion dance team walks through the street.

Flags were danced, lions were played, gongs and drums were beaten, followed by a long crowd of people laughing and laughing.

Finally, several teams converge in front of the gate of Keebokgung Palace to begin the most lively celebration.

Kengbok Palace is the largest temple in Chinatown, located on Yangon's Riverside Street, the temple is dedicated to Mazu Niangniang, as well as the Guan Sheng Emperor and the medicine god Bao Sheng the Great, for 150 years, the idol enshrined in it was invited from Fujian by the first generation of Chinese living in Myanmar, and has now become a famous tourist attraction in Yangon.

There was still a lively lion fight outside, and Muyang's family walked into the temple and burned incense to pray for blessings.

Looking at the Chinese characters that can be seen everywhere here, listening to the Chinese spoken by people's mouths, and looking at familiar faces, a sense of intimacy arises spontaneously, as if they are in China.

At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Excuse me, is it Ambassador Muyang Mu?" ”

When Mu Yang heard this voice, he turned his head to look at it, and immediately showed a smiling face, "President Wu, it's really a pleasure to see you here." ”

The person on the opposite side, who was called President Wu by Mu Yang, saw Mu Yang turn around and said to himself, and his face immediately showed a surprised expression, "Oh, it turned out to be Ambassador Mu, I just saw you in the distance, I thought I was wrong, you are usually so busy with work, where would you think that I could see you in Yangon on Chinese New Year's Eve, you are." ”

"Hehe, stay in Myanmar for the Spring Festival, so I will take my family to Myanmar for the Spring Festival, no, take them to Yangon for a walk, I know that Chinatown is lively here, so I will take them to feel the atmosphere of the Spring Festival." Muyang said to Chairman Wu. (To be continued.) )