Global Food Tour

Chapter 266 In the world of cats, people are their slaves. 【Seek monthly ticket for subscription】

Sha Mao still maintained the original rhythm of pace. After walking in front of the two, he slightly raised his head and glanced around the two of them. Sitting firmly on Xiaofang's lap.

All this took less than 1 minute.Zhang Feng and Xiao Fang were briefly stunned and then danced with joy, like concubines who have been picked up by the emperor, both surprised and happy.

"Hey, that sentence is once again confirmed, in the world of cats, people are their slaves." Zhang Feng sighed.

This time Xiaofang did not agree, but caressed its hair carefully, so soft, so fluffy, so fat, so Xiaofang did not dare to change positions easily, for fear that her poor service would anger it and cause Put her in limbo.

After thinking about it, it was not appropriate to touch it by myself. Besides, as a boy, being too fond of cats would cause misunderstandings. So Zhang Feng took the time and took pictures from all angles like a royal photographer. The tabby cat always looked at it with a deep expression. In the distance, I don’t know what it is thinking about.About 10 minutes later, the tabby cat stood up and jumped to the ground. After stretching, it still walked away at the same pace as when it came.After the cat walked away, Xiaofang also got up and dusted the cat hair on her pants. Cats all over the world shed hair. The two of them walked towards a high ground in front of them.

Before coming to the hillside, there is a row of wooden stairs, which is convenient for tourists to climb up and overlook.Another black cat appeared in front of the stairs, the difference was that this cat didn't look regal, but instead looked like a drunken guard, leaning on the stairs with closed eyes and taking a nap.Zhang Feng didn't have the heart to disturb its sweet dream, so he crept up the stairs.

After climbing the stairs, there are purple wild flowers all over the mountains. At first, Zhang Feng didn't think there was anything special about this flower, thinking it was just a group of brilliant wild flowers. When Zhang Feng walked slowly in and looked down at the petals from above , Zhang Feng was surprised to find that their shape was so special, like ice flowers.It turns out that this is the legendary Lu Binghua.

"This is Lu Binghua, isn't it pretty?" Zhang Feng gave a close-up.

The audience in the live broadcast room were very cooperative and praised one after another. Although the flowers were indeed good, behind the bullet screens all turned into hahaha and other happy bullet screens. As for the reason why Zhang Feng was very fascinated, he didn't understand the joy of watching the battle.

Passing through this sea of ​​purple lupine flowers, there are some relics left after the volcanic eruption in front of it. Clusters of succulents grow on the volcanic rocks, giving a breath of life to the volcanic rocks that originally heralded death.

In Zhang Feng's view, life that can survive on volcanic rocks is worthy of respect. After all, it is not easy for them to take root and sprout, especially these volcanic rocks that are not very old.

Taking photos, sitting down occasionally to look at the scenery, or chatting with the tourists around, spending today’s time, and after leaving by boat with Xiaofang and returning to the main island, the two said goodbye, but kept in touch with each other method, and then Zhang Feng turned off the live broadcast and rushed to the accommodation.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Feng returned to the homestay where he stayed tonight, already exhausted and hungry.Powerless and unwilling to cook any more delicious food, he simply made a pot of noodles and ate it. Being so hungry today, Zhang Feng thought for a while, guessing that the live broadcast consumed a lot of energy.

After eating, everyone knows the night here. Even at nine o’clock in the evening, the sun in the sky is still there. He lifted a chair and leaned against the window. The very good view brought endless joy to Zhang Feng. beautiful view.

"Could it be that Fairy Zixia is coming? The whole sky is rendered purple, and the clouds are like dancers constantly changing their dancing postures. Zhang Feng has no words to describe, and there is no need to describe it. He thought, anyone just needs to be quiet After staring at it quietly for 30 seconds, his soul has already gone with it.

At this time, Iceland time, 10:45 in the evening.

After a while, unable to sleep, holding some volcanic rock biscuits and pouring a cup of boiling water, Zhang Feng opened his notebook. The public account, ins, Facebook and Weibo have not been updated by himself for a while, although the team posts every day, But after all, the signature is not my own, which lacks a real experience.

It was supposed to be updated yesterday, but Zhang Feng kept delaying it because Zhang Feng didn't want or was reluctant to recall the time of the previous two days.Zhang Feng has been struggling in his heart. Zhang Feng doesn't know whether he should truthfully record and describe his feelings and moods in the past few days, even if it is a feeling that makes people feel disappointed, angry, and deeply disgusted.Or it should be selective, using humorous language and relaxed writing, so that everyone can read this travelogue in a pleasant mood.

"Where should I start the narrative? Maybe it should start with me huddled in the car, sleepless all night? Maybe it should start with my last night with the lady boss about what is a normal life, or start with the Taiwanese mother and daughter. Let’s talk about it? Hey, since it’s destined to be an extremely colorful day, let’s talk about it in chronological order.”

This is a small feeling written by Zhang Feng, something from the heart, which can always infect more people, and make more people who cannot experience it personally feel a sense of intimacy and novelty.

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt inexplicably depressed. Perhaps it was because the rapid raindrops hit the glass and made irregular impact sounds, which made Zhang Feng's heartbeat seem to become irregular.Maybe it was the lingering sound of the chat with the proprietress last night, and it was still full of fragile brain nerves.

The sky was a pale gray, and the sunless grass was lifeless like a faded blanket.There are no people enjoying the sunshine leisurely outside, and even the poultry have returned to their nests.

Zhang Feng fell headlong on the bed, closed his eyes and didn't want to face the gloomy color.He admits that he is a very emotional person, a song, a movie or even a picture can move him or touch his heart.

Rainy days are a huge catalyst for Zhang Feng.Picking up the phone, it was already 8:10, and the official account had gone crazy. All kinds of social software were urging Zhang Feng to live broadcast or discuss the comments of Zhang Feng's travel notes posted yesterday.

This made Zhang Feng feel much better. Knowing that his sensational efforts yesterday were not in vain, everyone liked it very much. Seeing that the rain outside the window had not stopped, Zhang Feng called Xu Jie and chatted with Xu Jie stand up.

Although the first sentence is always full of resentment, some of it hides strong feelings behind it, a kind of feeling that belongs to the intersection of two people's souls, and the conversation is not important. Although Xu Jie asked the secretary to put down many documents during the period, but Still chatting unhurriedly.

(End of this chapter)