Non-text: My Chinese Heart (Stomach)

It is said that the tip of the tongue three has been broadcast, and the bad reviews are flooding. And turning into a little expert in bringing goods, there is no attractive food at all throughout the article.

Even so, I didn't dare to open it to see. For fear that one will accidentally choke on his own gluttonous saliva.

Really, the most patriotic time of the year is probably these days when you are not in the country.

Last week, I went out to dinner with my girlfriend who has moved to the pork knuckle country for many years. In previous years, business trips are pinched white asparagus market season, you can feast, only this year is too early, the spring is cold, and the asparagus does not know where to bury it. I had to choose a random Spanish restaurant in the next town.

My girlfriend said that I would return to China to visit relatives in two months, so I dug out all kinds of food links on Taobao and sent them to her. And then I succeeded, and I was hungry, and I began to think about what to eat next weekend.

When the wine is hot, I already have a long list of restaurants to eat and things to buy in my mind. After a passionate battle in the Chinese style, I was honorably awarded the right to pay the bills.

The hospitable Spanish grandfather gave us each a glass of mulled wine and then shook his head and said we didn't accept credit cards.

Visa doesn't. No, no, no, and the Master doesn't accept either. Yes, even AMEX is useless.

I suddenly felt the fear of being dominated by cash, and instantly remembered the embarrassment of having dinner alone in Mannheim last year when I almost ran out of money to pay the bills.

Really, as a person who has been used to grabbing his phone and going out all year round, it has been hard to remember to take the wallet with a credit card. It's really embarrassing to withdraw cash in advance or something.

The next day, he complained to his local colleagues, and the honest uncle smiled embarrassedly but politely, and then casually pointed to his partner and sold him directly, "In this way, he still doesn't use a credit card, and he hasn't opened online banking." ”

Well, given that your savings interest rate is infinitely close to zero, it doesn't seem incomprehensible that you don't need a credit card.

And given the excellent social security system and the high wages of manual workers, there is certainly no place for light-speed delivery and convenient delivery, which work well in a labor-intensive mode. Nor does it seem that refugees will be able to solve the labour crisis. The government is said to be looking at further postponing the retirement age to 70 or raising the already high income tax even further.

When I think about it, I suddenly feel a little bit of the superiority of socialism.