Juxian start and did not notice the second floor of snacks there.
An afternoon, wandering in the ancient city, the person is not a lot, but still some impetuous. Walked a hundred bridges, his father was tired, but also approaching dinner time. Raise your head and see the "Juxian snacks," to turn blue Jiuqi. Like the name, with his father turn into it. Street near the water, red some of the old wooden house. Neither grand nor romantic, old though old, but not the mood a little petty bourgeoisie. Very old layout, door is a small blackboard on the first line read, "Today's supply." Immediately returned to the child when the dining hall. Desk chair is also a popular seventies and eighties, that kind of soil above the soil covered with plastic table linen. Linhe street big open windows, moving quietly moving outside the box into the flow of scenery. Downstairs, filled, and folks see that we do not say hello. My father said, for a bar. But really like this place has quite reconciled.
One side of the kitchen suddenly there were two fond of visitors, in the scores. Where is not there seats available? Very dark, to get near to it to see that there are a staircase leading to the second floor. Dark and narrow staircase, and some greasy, some that look very much like the Shanghai home of the stairs leading to attic. Sure enough, there is a seat upstairs in the front of the window a hundred bridges.
Contented to sit down. Waiting for a long time but no one to greet us. Had no choice but go downstairs and ask folks like tea, to the menu. The person sitting next to recommend 1000 meat (Mei Cai Kou Rou), said to be oil but not greasy, crispy and delicious. Then asked for a 1000 meat, milk and potatoes to the old, to the soup.
Leaning against the back of a chair, drinking tea, watching the surrounding landscape.
Under the right-hand window is a hundred bridges, there is water under the bridge. Time is too early to remain steady stream of visitors. Chinese people, there are foreigners, the elderly, have children, there are middle-aged, with young people. There is a unified sign with tourists, there are those carrying a large bag of travel. Each guide is a tireless say the same, then compiled with the same story. Tourists were also combined with the sit on the bridge, dip a dip hundred of Reiki. Pictures of people holding a wide variety of cameras, mechanical, fools, and digital. According to the people in the arrayed a variety of positions. Natural, artificial, beautiful, and embarrassing. People exchanged the views of the bridge on the water's opinions on the views of Lijiang. Japanese, English, French; Beijing dialect, Cantonese, Shanghai dialect, Mandarin. People came, sat, and left. The next wave of people came, they sat, and went. Looked at the bridge and the bridge people, as if watching a film. Repeat, but without losing wonderful.
Opposite is a row of shop windows, drain the sea. Oblique opposite, is a restaurant kitchen. Front of windows on the busy chef. Can see the big pot, braved the smoke steaming. Chefs and picked up a mass of noodles, put down pot, mix about, add water, pan, assigned to only one bowl. Water pipes in the window, leading a turn, the water can enter into the pot. Stream in the window, pot Yi Tai, water can pour into the rivers. In this complex hydraulic transfer Yitai in very simple done. Just want to wash their clothes when someone downstream will have the taste of noodles?
The one facing the street opposite the house is the roof. Is also a restaurant bar, put on stage a few days round tables. Sitting are foreigners, less skillful to make the chopsticks.
Upstairs were gone, leaving only us. Dark day down significantly a touch of red. Diagonally opposite the shop will be closed early, and chef clean up the kitchen units, is still Yitai hint, they arrive at a river.
Few people on the bridge, and bridge of the people have more. The kids are finally back to his own paradise. The boys playing on the bridge under the bridge chase game. The end of May had been afraid of the water of the. Bold in stepping on the outer edge of the bridge, showing off his balance. Girls playing on the road in the stone throwing sandbags, children's songs, or less familiar. Woman holding clothes came to water's edge, is still washboard, soap. Children splashed occasionally dabble, they learned the woman, using back of the hand wipe wet face. Following the adjournment of the elderly have begun to step out. In the crutches, watching the kids play. That moment, some trance, not knowing when to live, but also do not know where they had.
To the food finally came. 1000 Meat also fills the old milk, potato really delicious. Golden yellow in Sazhao green, tender and melt, importers will turn back. Father is also full of praise, but still want to ask how the chef modulation.
Chiba, days is all black. Children play tired, the woman's clothes washing, and old people are already back. Bridge again quiet. But more people on the bridge. Eaten dinner the people began to enjoy the night Lijiang, which has been Bian Buchu is where the feasting. Water is sometimes drift down a few lotus lights, point a few star charm. Unfortunately, people always understand river clean-up style.
Looked at the bridge coming and going of people do not know if I am leaning on the windowsill is also a landscape?
Author: happylee
