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Chapter 290 Bolan Dumplings

"Hello, honorable sir and lady, my name is Trawan, and I am your translator. Just now my boss told me that the two of you would like to have a taste of Bolan's human geography. For my Bolan map, It will definitely satisfy the two of you!"

Telawan spoke fluent Bolan dialect to Wang Fan and Wen Black and White.

There was a hint of cunning in the depths of Wang Fan's eyes. This kid felt that he was so slick when he spoke, and he was definitely Neptune in private. There is no doubt about this.

"Hi Mr. Trawan, my name is Wang Fan, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Trawan, my name is Wen Hei Hei."

Wang Fan and Wen Hei Hei introduced their identities one after another.

Then Wang Fan followed Wen Hei Hei and got into a Maybach parked outside.

Every time you go to a place, Telavan will give a brief introduction to the place, which are generally some European buildings, and they have a sense of age. They are generally buildings from the 18th and 19th centuries. These buildings are still good now. It can be seen how excellent the building is, but Huaxia is also good, and there are also some buildings from the 18th and 19th centuries. But if you go to see the situation inside, you need to charge tickets, and there are people watching when you enter the inside, which is very important to the building. Protection, and there are many such places in the capital of Kyoto. Fortunately, I went there once when I was young.

As for other places, Wang Fan is not very clear. After all, Wang Fan has not wandered around Huaxia. If there are other buildings from the last century, he will have to explore in Huaxia. Wang Fan guesses that it must be in his own country. In a certain place, there is a monument that I have never seen before.

"Having said so much, haven't you asked the two of you for dinner?"

Telawan glanced at the time, it was almost noon now, Wang Fan and Wen Heibai were hungry, Trawan didn't know if they were hungry, but he was somewhat hungry.

"not yet!"

Wang Fan shook his head and replied to Trawan.

"Then let's have a meal, your treat!"

Trawan said with a cheap smile again and again.

Wang Fan was speechless when he heard the other party's answer. Regarding the matter of eating, who spends the money, can you not be so straightforward? Is this the nature of foreigners?
"Ok!"

Although he was very displeased with what Trawan said, Wang Fan did not express his displeasure, but agreed to Trawan's suggestion.

Then the group of three stopped at an 18th-century building, where there were several Boran specialty western food, fried pork chops, Boran sausages, Boran dumplings and so on.

After eating Western food so many times, Wang Fan has never eaten foreign dumplings, which aroused Wang Fan's keen interest. Shouldn't dumplings be a Chinese special delicacy?When did Poland have such a delicacy?
With the attitude of giving it a try, the three of them found a Bolan dumpling shop and tried the authentic Bolan dumplings.

After ordering the dumplings, Telawan looked at Wang Fan and asked suspiciously:
"Mr. Wang Fan just eat dumplings?"

"if not?"

Wang Fan replied suspiciously, eating dumplings in Huaxia is a normal thing.

"Well, we don't eat Bolan dumplings dry, but eat them with other things."

Trawan explained to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan understood what Trawan said. In order to respect Dangdang's eating habits, Wang Fan ordered some Bolan sausages and fried pork chops. These two things are also available in this Bolan dumpling shop, but they The main business is Bolan dumplings.

The meal was ready in a short while, Wang Fan looked at the western food in front of him, Wang Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes, the amount of dumplings is too small, there are only four in one plate, the minimum is the least in any dumpling shop in China There are also about 10 to 13, and they are also bigger than this.

Soy sauce, vinegar, and garlic are all necessary for eating dumplings, but with the dining facilities of this restaurant, there is nothing else except knives and forks, plates, and napkins for dining, which are standard Western-style.

Curious, Wang Fan picked up a Bolan dumpling and tasted it.

When he took the first bite, Wang Fan almost didn't spit it out. This toy is definitely not suitable for the stomach of Chinese people. There are two contradictory things in it, sauerkraut and yogurt, and the two sour tastes are different. They are inconsistent with each other, and there is cream in it, which makes the whole dumpling even more greasy. It is simply unpalatable and unpalatable.

Generally, there are more or less meat in the dumplings, and there are also vegan dumplings, but some garlic or other things are added to enhance the taste. There are also onions in it, but this taste makes Wang Fan feel The taste is very strange.

In order to maintain his image in front of others, Wang Fan did not spit out the Bolan dumplings, but swallowed them with all his strength.

Telawan looked at Wang Fan's appearance, and couldn't help but secretly smiled. Wang Fan's reaction, within his expectations, Bolan dumplings mainly meet the taste of Bolan people, which is difficult for other countries to enjoy. Seriously in other countries, this is the kind of Bolan's "dark cuisine" where ten foreigners challenge ten foreigners and lose.

The food level is equivalent to the stinky tofu in China and the live octopus in Bangzi Kingdom
"Heihei, you should also try this dumpling, it tastes really good."

Wang Fan looked at Wen Hei Hei and smiled politely.

Wen Hei Ke is not a brainless person, so he naturally knows that there is nothing good in Wang Fan's words.

But the master asked me to eat it, so I have no reason to refuse.

So Wen Hei Hei picked up the Bolan dumplings and took a bite. After eating the dumplings, Wen Hei Hei nodded slightly and said:

“The taste is pretty good!”

Wen Hei Hei gave a thumbs up and nodded slightly.

For Wen Hei Hei, she eats the same food. First of all, she is not a human being, and the adaptability of her stomach is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Wang Fan looked at Wen Heihe's calm expression and was a little confused at first, but when Wang Fan thought about the other party's situation, it was not surprising.

"Since you are willing to eat, how about I give you the remaining three?"

Wang Fan pushed Bolan dumplings towards Wen Hei Hei and said.

"Ok!"

Wen Heihei did not refuse and directly agreed to Wang Fan's request.

"That beautiful black and white lady, my dumpling."

Telawan pushed the dumpling in front of Wen Heihei, and said with an embarrassed expression.

"Aren't you from Bolan? Can't you enjoy this delicacy?"

Wang Fan looked at the other party's actions, and quickly asked, "I can't eat it because I am not a native of the country. I can't enjoy this taste. Do you want to be special as a local?"

"Mr. Wang Fan, although I am a native of my country, I can't enjoy Bolan's dumplings from my country."

Trawan said to Wang Fan with embarrassment.

"All right!"

It was a good meal, so let's not eat it as a mask of pain, so Wang Fan didn't say anything more.

While eating fried pork chops and special sausages, Wang Fan began to feel helpless. Why is this country so indifferent to butter? It puts butter in everything. Wang Fan couldn't understand it.
(End of this chapter)