Chapter 448
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People walked past in a hurry, while tourists of different skin colors shuttled back and forth in the square of the City Hall.
Switzerland had a small population, so there were not many tourists in Basel. If you were in Zhongnanhai, you would be able to trample on seven or eight people with just a pair of shoes.
The garbage collectors didn't need to do anything else. They just squatted at the gate of Zhongnanhai every day. When the gate closed at night, they could go in and grab something with an iron hook.
They didn't need to do much. They just needed to grab a few pairs of shoes. If they were lucky, they might even get a few wallets.
That was why it was said that Chinese tourists were different from foreigners in terms of traveling. The European tourists took a few old newspapers and spread them on the lawn by the Rhine River. Then, they fell asleep.
Master Qin and his girlfriend from China were busy looking for food when the sun was high up in the sky.
The two gluttons followed the fragrance and found their first target.
There was a big paper-wrapped candy sign by the door with the colors of the Red Cross, the Swiss flag.
The fragrant aroma drifted out from this unique store.
The huge transparent display window showed the busy scene inside the store.
It was a handmade Swiss candy shop. People only knew about chocolate, but they had forgotten about Swiss sugar. Even chocolate was just a branch of Swiss sugar.
The fat and stocky shop owner had the beautiful pale blonde hair and lake-blue eyes of the Swiss people. Unfortunately, his obesity made him a failed product with three chins.
He was wearing a white chef's suit and gloves. He took a three-foot-long iron plate out of the drying rack and put it on the chopping board in the operating room.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance outside the window. Then they pushed open the candy house, which was hidden in the Little Basel Art Palace.
"Welcome, if there's anything you like, feel free to pick it yourself …" The owner said a greeting in stammering English, and then focused all his attention on the freshly baked candy.
"It's okay. We're just looking around. You go ahead..."
The person who answered him was fluent and light German. The days spent eating with Josef were not wasted.
The boss behind the counter raised his head in surprise. These were obviously two Asians, but they were speaking the official language of Germany.
"What? German is the official language of Switzerland... "Qin Guan muttered in Italian.
The fat boss quickly waved his hands. "No, I'm just a little surprised. I thought most tourists from the East spoke English. My English is terrible. I didn't expect to hear German. That's even better."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei smiled at each other. The boss was stunned by Qin Guan's smile.
They were a couple from China. The girl was delicate and pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, like the streams surrounding a farm in the suburbs of Assail. They were so beautiful that one could see the transparent shrimp inside.
As for the man, forgive him for not going to school much, but no amount of words could describe it. It was just like the top-grade frosted candy his father had taught him. When he was young, he would poke it with his fat fingers and put it in his mouth.
Now that he was going to see God at once, it was not a bad thing.
When the boss realized that he had cut it askew, he didn't feel it was a pity. After thinking for a while, he cut the palm-sized piece of Swiss candy into two thumb-sized pieces.
"Please have a taste." The fat boss had fair skin. Even the stainless steel tray was no match for his hands, which were used to making candy all year round.
The smile on his face reminded Cong Nianwei of a type of person: a henchman.
The boss was staring at Qin Guan's face with a flattering smile, which he hadn't done for decades. He was holding the gifts in his hands.
"This male doll is you. Look at how handsome he is. This female doll is your girlfriend … Have a taste. I'm not bragging, but you can't find another one of my culinary skills in Switzerland."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were upset. They looked at the two cute, translucent candy figures on the tray. Should they eat them or not?
They were eating themselves, which made them speechless.
What kind of country was China though? In the end, the two of them did not resist. They smelled the fragrant and sweet aroma coming from the tip of their noses. They picked up the food one by one and stuffed it into their mouths.
Their teeth cut the jelly-like candy smoothly. Their saliva mixed with the syrup and exploded on their tongues.
The dark purple Swiss candy was made of plums and yellow peaches mixed with butter.
Then, it was dried in the moist air of the Rhine River and sprinkled with snow-white frosted sugar to make such a delicacy.
It tasted sour and sweet, with a salty aftertaste and a touch of coarse sugar rolling on the tip of their tongues. The small piece of candy was as plump as a life.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's eyes lit up. The smooth candies were in their stomachs in a few bites. Finally, they started their crazy shopping trip.
The master cum boss on the side was already stunned on the spot. These two young people, looking at their posture, were going to empty out his sugar house.
What surprised him the most was that the passersby who happened to pass by couldn't bear to stay any longer after seeing the two tourists' shopping spree in the display window.
People used to say that if you were unhappy, you should feed yourself a piece of candy. Europeans, who were good at eating sweets, were the best at eating candy.
People tended to follow blindly. The handicraft workshop, which had been operating in the area for many years, had been overwhelmed by the influx of tourists.
"One kilogram of liquor-core chocolate please..." There was only a piece of paper in the box.
"Boss, we've sold out of cocoa candy!"
"Boss..."
"Boss..."
When a small tour group passed by, the tour guide was trying his best to explain the unique ancient community in this area. The tourists behind him rushed over.
The fat boss, in both pain and happiness, was stirring the syrup and the iron spoon in the big iron bucket. On the tray was his wife, who was temporarily called over to help with the grinder. His little son was using a small module to make the syrup.
The culprit who caused all this, however, walked out of the shop with a big bag of candy amidst the melodious jingle of the cash register.
PS: Full of sentiments! Come on!
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