Global Food Tour

Chapter 222 Uncle Li. 【Third update】

Mauritius, the home of wanderers, whether it is the Indian indentured workers who lived for a living 300 years ago, or the African slaves who were trafficked here earlier, or the many overseas Chinese who went to Nanyang to make a living, or the Europeans who are looking for a peaceful place to live People, they set foot on this small island, and then refuse to leave, cannot be born here, and hope to belong here forever.

Small houses, blue and red taxis, interesting bus stops, and old people in stark contrast to the young honeymooners.

Stop and go, pat and stroll around, and occasionally introduce novel objects to the audience in the live broadcast room, the most of which are the handicrafts of the extinct dodo bird, and various knitwear. I can see it, but you can still meet one if you walk two steps.

I am planning to buy Dhollpurri, which is made of flour with stuffing inside and then coated with tomato sauce. The locals like to eat Dhollpurri while enjoying the Seka dance, which is very emotional. Dhollpurri can be seen everywhere on the streets of Port Louis, 10 rupees each, equivalent to 2 yuan.

"Give me one!" Zhang Feng handed over the rupee, bought one, sat down in a shaded place by the side of the road, and happened to meet an old man.

The old man is surnamed Li, 80 years old (not discernible at all) from Mauritius.My ancestral home is in Meizhou, Guangdong. Knowing that Zhang Feng just came from Guangzhou, the old man was very happy and chatted more.

He planned to go to Port Louis for lunch. All the children and grandchildren in the family had gone to work, so he asked Zhang Feng where he was going and if he wanted to have dinner together.Zhang Feng, who had just finished eating, was not hungry, but nodded happily. The old man said boldly: "Come on, I'll take you to eat."When they came to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, Zhang Feng followed Mr. Li to order "Chop Suey", which is all kinds of stir-fried vegetables with rice.

During the meal, the old man asked if he wanted to drink some rum, but Zhang Feng refused, saying that he was traveling by car, so he didn't drink.

After the meal, Old Man Li said to take Zhang Feng for a walk (a little excited and afraid that he would be old and tired, but the old man said he was not afraid, so Zhang Feng kept up with him.)
Following Uncle Li, it was really different. It seemed that the old man could see through Zhang Feng and knew what Zhang Feng wanted to see.

Along the way, I met a lot of Chinese people. Most of them were acquaintances of Mr. Li. Some people even stopped to ask a few questions about the country or the recent changes in their hometown. Zhang Feng knew everything. They talked endlessly, some Chinese bosses who were doing business chatted openly, and even sent a snack or a small ornament, Zhang Feng accepted it with a smile, feeling extremely warm. .

The audience in the live broadcast room was naturally abandoned, but no one complained. Seeing that Zhang Feng was chatting happily with the local Chinese and could speak a few words in most dialects, many people still admired Zhang Feng, and There is no need for any explanation, just watch and listen, and Zhang Feng will also ask about most novel objects.

"Come on, here is the largest fruit and vegetable market in front, and it is also the administrative center here. The building is unique, you can take a look." Uncle Li waved his hand.

It was only then that Zhang Feng realized that he had been dumped again. A well-built and strong man had been left behind by Old Man Li again.

I came to the largest fruit and vegetable market in the local area. There are a variety of vegetables and fruits. There is a sense of sight of some domestic vegetable markets. After shopping, I came to the not far away.

In the leisure and entertainment port, I saw many European tourists, and most of them were elderly white grandparents. It was enviable. Life is nothing more than this, holding hands and growing old together.While resting and chatting, Uncle Li said that there are more than 1 Chinese in Mao, and laborers account for 10%, that is, about 1000 people.

After visiting most of Port Louis with the lovely and respectable old man Li, it was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Zhang Feng decided to send the old man home first. The 80-year-old man walked with Zhang Feng for three or four hours without changing his face. Sometimes Zhang Feng couldn't keep up.

"I'm sorry today, I didn't interact with everyone this afternoon. I'll take the old man home first, and I won't be broadcasting live." Zhang Feng found a gap to explain, and put away the live broadcast equipment.

At the gate of Old Uncle Li's house, there are two fierce dogs. His grandson G has just come home, and he is happy to take Zhang Feng to see their mini-zoo. First, there is a big 20-year-old Lu The turtle, whose name is Daidai, has several young turtles, a small pond full of carp, and four small parrots.

It’s just that the little parrot can’t speak, so I chatted with the kid and took a photo of him and Uncle Li in their small orchard, where mangoes and other vegetables are grown.Before leaving after staying for a while, old man Li warmly filled Zhang Feng with potato chips for his grandchildren, and also gave Zhang Feng two pieces of Chinese pastries.

On the first day I came to Mao Island, I was very lucky to meet such a kind old man.

Saying goodbye to the old man and his family, Zhang Feng returned along the road. There was still a distance from the parking place. He saw a few silly dogs on the road, and sat next to them to rest for a while before continuing to the parking place. go.

Walking on the streets of Port Louis, the capital, this is a mixed city, not only with different architectural styles, but also with different skin colors of pedestrians on the street, but perhaps heavily influenced by France, leisurely and lazy is the unified tone of this city.

He also wanted to see the night view, so instead of going back to the resort, Zhang Feng found a coffee shop, found a seat by the window, ordered a cup of coffee, looked at the passers-by outside the window, and listened to the sweet talk of the couple in the coffee shop.

The world does not have the same two leaves, so there is no mood to agree, French coffee, a pot of coffee, a pot of milk, and then pour them into the same utensil at the same time at a ratio of 1:1.

But the taste is not much different from the usual coffee. Time flies and the time is quiet. I thought the waiting time would pass very slowly, but Zhang Feng did not expect that the sky would gradually darken after drinking two cups of coffee. Come down, the sky of the island, if it is sunny, there are many stars and no moon.

People in Mao Island like to hang umbrellas, which may be related to the changeable weather here, but there are also a lot of lights at night. Chinese people, no matter where they go, like red, which is booming, so the sky is just dark, and some Chinese people The shop turned on the red light, and the other shops were basically closed. Usually, many people "off work" at four o'clock in the afternoon.

After drinking the bitterest coffee in the cup, paying the bill, carrying a bag, and hanging a camera, I walked towards the night streets of Port Louis. At night, tourists who have spent a day looking for restaurants that are still open on the street want to taste Some taste different from the restaurant that comes with the place where you live.

　ps: Thanks to Yu Nan for the reward of [-] coins.

　　
　
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