Entertainment starts with travel

Chapter 85 African Street Food
This street is on the side of the mainland, and it is a T-junction. Ye Kai saw many vendors setting up stalls when he came by car.

There is a large open space on the side of the intersection. A group of children are playing football in this open space with bare feet. Some children shouted in a high-pitched and thin voice. Ye Kai has a good hearing and feels that his ears are starting to hurt.

He frowned and said in Chinese: "It's too uncomfortable. You may not understand how much torture it is for a person with good hearing to hear such a sound at close range."

"There is a place selling snacks in front, have you seen it?"

Ye Kai turned his mobile phone to face the street, so that the people in the live broadcast room could also see the situation on the street.

This street has a total length of 300 meters and is very lively. There are large supermarkets, shops selling colorful ethnic costumes, and of course stalls selling snacks.

(Eat that thing that looks like a pancake)

(The supermarket is so small)
(husband is so handsome)

(beep beep)

(Laozi punches and screams, then screams again?)
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Ye Kai found useful information from the chaotic barrage, and said: "Africa is not like the mainland. Although this supermarket is only the size of a community supermarket, it is already the largest supermarket I have seen in Africa."

The official language of Zambia is English. Although the language has a bit of African flavor, as long as these people don't speak African native language, Ye Kai can understand what they say.

So there will be no language barrier when walking on this street.

Ye Kai came to a food stall closest to him, and what he bought here was something that was directly fried with flour. Ye Kai didn't know if there was salt in the flour.

Try a piece.

Ye Kai switched the live broadcast to the rear camera, stepped forward and asked, "Miss Boss, what is this?"

The black proprietress said, "Pull the ribbon and take it."

"Pull out the ribbon?"

The proprietress saw that Ye Kai was taking pictures with his mobile phone, so she held up the fried food in her hand and said to the camera: "Pull the ribbon and take it."

This is a word that cannot be translated. Ye Kai watched her making process and said, "Oh, this should be fried dough. Press the flour into the dough and fry it in oil."

"It looks very simple, is it any different from domestic fried noodles?"

Unable to figure it out, Ye Kai decided to buy one.

"How much?" he asked.

The proprietress said with two fingers: "Two kwachas."

"I'll buy one." Ye Kai said, and then said to the people in the live broadcast room, "I don't need to translate it? The Kwacha is the currency of Zambia, basically two Kwachas are exchanged for one dollar of Huaxia currency."

(It's only one yuan each, so cheap)

(Isn't this fried dumpling skin?)

(no sesame, no soul)

Ye Kai watched as the proprietress found a piece of dough from the prepared dough and fried it in the boiling oil.The oil is very hot, and the dough becomes crispy almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The proprietress picked up the pancakes with a clip and put them in a basket, then packed the dough in a small plastic bag and handed it to Ye Kai, saying.

"All right."

After Ye Kai paid her the money, he was ready to try something new.

Looking at himself, Ye Kai said: "Okay, this is the first African street food experience today, I will try it."

One bite, there was a crackling sound from the fried dough.

He took a few bites thinking about it, and when everyone in the live broadcast room was asking what it tasted like, Ye Kai said, "To be honest, it's a bit dry after frying, and it may be because it just came out of the pan. There's a lot of oil."

"Talk about the taste." Ye Kai thought for a while and said. "Just like what I saw in a barrage just now, fried dumpling wrappers, but this one is thicker. There's nothing remarkable about it. Let's look at the other ones."

There is a new food stall just two steps away.

Most of the vendors here, especially those selling snacks, are women.Ye Kai rarely saw African men selling small commodities in the market.

This booth is a vertical glass cabinet with two layers, the upper layer is for food, and the lower layer is for seasonings.The side facing the street is all glass, so you can see inside.

"What is this?" Ye Kai asked the female boss.

"Crispy pellets," she said.

The snacks at this stall are about the size of a ping-pong ball and have a deep-fried yellow color.

The boss may not be used to the camera, so Ye Kai didn't point the phone at her, but kept facing the glass cabinet and said to her, "Is this also made of flour?"

"Yes."

"Then I want a copy of this, how much is it?"

"Two kwachas."

(Another dollar?)
(Give me ten dollars, and I can eat here.)
(Am I the only one who sounds like chakra?)

The boss put a few crispy balls in a round plastic box, and then went to the lower layer, scooped up a little sugar with a spoon and sprinkled it on it, and then handed it to Ye Kai.

Ye Kai asked, "OK?"

"OK."

So simple?
Ye Kai took it over. Since it was a combination of a box and a toothpick, it was difficult for Ye Kai to hold the selfie stick, so he clamped the selfie stick with the fingers of his left hand and picked up the plastic bowl by the way.

Holding a toothpick in his right hand, he took out a crispy ball and ate it.

"This taste."

Ye Kai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said towards the live broadcast room: "I think it's a high-risk job to come here to taste food, and it's probably not good for you to pay for nothing."

Ye Kai put the half-eaten crispy balls in a bowl, and continued: "How about the taste, it's a little sour, but also a little sweet. After all, it's sugar, but this sour..."

"I think it's a bit like the sourness of the dough that has been fermented for a long time. Maybe their crispy balls have this taste, but forgive me that I really can't eat such food."

If it was before, it would be fine, but now Ye Kai has high requirements for the texture and taste of food.

Any delicacy that can survive in the market must have its uniqueness, but this food has obviously deteriorated.Sour and sweet, domestic people will definitely have diarrhea after eating it.

This bowl of crispy pellets leaves only to throw away.

"Let's look elsewhere."

Ye Kai looked for a place to throw away the unfinished food in his hand, and walked towards the food he had noticed before, "There are two stalls here, both of which I noticed just now, and I really want to taste them."

One is fried bananas, which should be a very authentic African snack, so Ye Kai really wants to taste the taste of fried bananas.Another thing that Ye Kai is very interested in is a snack shaped like a rice dumpling.

Like domestic zongzi, they are wrapped in green leaves.The 'Zongzi' displayed on the stalls is dim in color, which is the trace of being boiled.

"Which one should I eat?" he pondered.

Both are very interesting, Ye Kai glanced at the live broadcast room, and made up his mind: "Then this thing that looks like a zongzi."

He walked to the place where the suspected zongzi was sold and said, "Good afternoon, ma'am, what is this?"

(End of this chapter)