Zhang Zian made the other elfins invisible and went downstairs with Famous. Coincidentally, he met Feng Xuan again.
"Hey, Zhang, you're up early. Are you jet-lagged?" Feng Xuan asked with concern.
"I'm still a little sleepy, but I'm probably jet-lagged," Zhang Zian said. "Director Feng, you're up early."
"Young people have good bodies, but I'm not. I arrived in Germany two days earlier and slept for two whole days." Feng Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly as he held a cup of coffee. "I'm old, after all. I can't take it anymore."
He looked down at Famous and asked, "You guys are going to …"
"Oh, I want to take Famous out for breakfast and walk around," Zhang Zian answered truthfully. "Since I'm in Germany, I have to look around. My friends in China are waiting for me to bring back some souvenirs."
Feng Xuan nodded and said, "Sure, but don't go too far. Keep your phone on so I can find you if anything happens."
"Don't worry, Director Feng." Zhang Zian smiled. "Oh, and thank you for the electric kettle."
"Well, how's your English? Do you need someone to go with you? "Feng Xuan asked again." Most Germans can speak English, but the level varies. "
"No, I'm fine with English." Zhang Zian waved his hand and declined. Richard was here anyway, so English or German was fine.
"Okay, then go ahead. Let me know when you come back." Feng Xuan was relieved.
As soon as they left the warm hotel, the cold air outside hit them in the face. The light snow from yesterday had stopped, but the air was still damp and cold.
"Hey! I thought I finally survived the winter in Binhai City, but now I'm freezing in Berlin! Which bastard said that if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Winter is coming, and we're not leaving! "Richard complained incessantly, then complained again in German.
Fina expressed that she couldn't agree more.
Zhang Zian thought, You can complain all you want, but why did you have to say it again in German? Didn't you see the people around looking at you? I won't take the blame if it causes conflict between the British and German people.
The hotel was near Potsdamer Platz, so they didn't go far and went directly to the Platz to find something to eat.
Famous smelled the aroma of food from afar and led them forward. There were many food carts near the Berlin Film Palace, which was the main venue of the film festival. They were very similar to the food carts on the streets in China, but they were much more hygienic. The chefs were well-dressed, and the food carts themselves looked very clean.
"Famous, what do you want to eat?" Zhang Zian asked.
Famous glanced around and said to a food cart, "That one."
It was a food cart operated by a Turkish chef. The young Turkish chef, who was wearing a distinctive ethnic costume, was very handsome and had a bright smile on his face. When he saw Zhang Zian holding Famous, he enthusiastically asked in not very fluent English, "Barbecue, do you want it? Authentic Turkish barbecue. "
There were a lot of Turkish immigrants in Berlin, and the Turkish kebab near the Filmpalast was very authentic. Zhang Zian had eaten Turkish barbecue in China, but no matter the taste or color, it could not be compared to here. Just smelling the aroma made him drool.
He held up two fingers, indicating that he wanted two servings.
In fact, there was no need for translation at all. Anyone could understand it, but Richard deliberately said in German, "Give me two portions of barbecue and one of your sausages!"
"Oh, you can speak German? But I don't sell sausages here. Sorry, "the young chef answered very seriously.
Zhang Zian barely maintained his smile and waved his hand behind his head to warn Richard not to speak carelessly. However, Richard, who had expected it, dodged it cleverly.
"Two portions of barbecue will be fine," he said in English.
"Okay, wait a moment."
The Turkish chef deftly used a long knife to cut the meat from the rotating barbecue pole and used a stainless steel basin to catch it. His movements were smooth and skillful.
He cut two portions of meat, and according to Zhang Zian's request, one portion was seasoned and the other wasn't. He put some lettuce and salad into the freshly baked burrito, then put it into a paper bag and handed it to Zhang Zian.
The freshly cooked barbecue was the best when it was hot and fragrant. Even Fina and Snowy Lionet, who were obviously full, were staring at the huge rotating barbecue pole and drooling. They looked like they wanted to eat all the barbecue on the pole. Zhang Zian could only wink and say that he would buy a few more portions when he went back.
He looked around and hesitated whether he should give one of the portions to Famous in public. This might cause resentment in China. If he really couldn't do it, he could only find a bench to sit down and quietly feed it.
There were no other customers for the time being. The Turkish chef could tell what he was thinking. He made an "OK" gesture and pointed to the side.
Zhang Zian looked in the direction he was pointing. There was a woman with a dog. She was squatting on the side of the street and feeding her curly-haired dog curry sausages. She split the sausages in half, one for her and the other for the other. The woman and the dog ate at the same time, enjoying themselves. The passersby didn't think this scene was strange.
Seeing this, he once again realized how much the Germans loved pets.
Famous stared at the curly-haired dog and licked its tongue.
In fact, dogs shouldn't eat overly stimulating spices. However, looking at the curly-haired dog's expression of enjoyment, it was probably used to it.
Zhang Zian smiled helplessly and walked over with Famous. He ordered two more curry sausages and warned Richard in advance not to talk nonsense.
Since he didn't eat it often, he would let Famous have a good time today.
As the Sausage Republic of Germany, which had more than a thousand kinds of sausages, every citizen ate sausages for three meals a day. Even if they ate sausages for a year, one of the delicacies that could appear on the tables of Michelin restaurants or in street food carts was curry sausage.
The method of making curry sausages was actually very simple. It was nothing more than roasted pork sausages coated in a sweet and sour sauce with ketchup and curry powder as the main ingredients. However, each chef's sauce had its own unique recipe, and there was absolutely no similarity.
The street food carts lined up. In addition to curry sausages and Turkish barbecue, there were also hot dogs, hamburgers, and Germany's national dish, Bavarian roast elbow. On a tray, there was a large portion of roast elbow, two roast potatoes, sauce, and two cans of beer. It was enough for a burly man to eat until he was full.
There were too many delicacies nearby. Whether it was Zhang Zian, Famous, or the other invisible elfins, they were all dazzled by the variety. They felt that everything was delicious and wanted to try it.
Zhang Zian had to say that before leaving Germany, he would try all the delicacies on this street. However, for the time being, he would only eat curry sausages and barbecue. If he bought too much, he wouldn't be able to carry it.
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