Chasha is a tea leaf salad with a variety of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors. One look at it reminded Chen Yang of the painful lessons he learned back then and he lost his appetite at all.
Among Southeast Asian cuisines, Burmese cuisine is heavy in oil, hot and sour, deep-fried... and has pieces of shit-yellow color. Compared to Thai food, it is even worse to look at and even less edible.
"I was wrong about my wife..."
Chen Yang's face turned pale. He looked at Tang Wan, who also had a bad look on his face, and decisively admitted his mistake.
It's just that time is almost up, and the two of them have almost finished digesting their last meal, so they have to eat.
Finally, I saw a shop with a "Southern Country" sign on the street. It seemed pleasing to the eye at first glance.
There is a sign in Chinese, so I guess it is Chinese food?
Chen Yang followed Tang Wan in without hesitation.
"Want to wipe it off?"
A local boss with a big belly and a sinister face came out.
He was also holding a rice spoon the size of Logan's head.
Seeing his appearance, Chen Yang and Tang Wan were somewhat repelled. However, the decoration of this store combines local Burmese characteristics with Chinese flavor, and it looks okay.
Chen Yang originally thought that the person who came out would be a compatriot, but when he saw the boss's appearance, he lost interest in talking. He casually glanced at the menu and ordered a few dishes that can be found everywhere in China.
What's even worse is that the signature is southern, and the menu is mostly northern dishes such as leek boxes, pickled beans, and deboned meat.
Chen Yang complained in his stomach that he might as well change the name to "Bei Guo" as he finished ordering.
The boss made a fuss with his pen and scribbled down Chen Yang's points, then stretched out a palm.
The palms were opened, and the five fingers were dark. Chen Yang and Tang Wan's originally small appetites had subsided a bit.
"five hundred."
When it comes to money, the local boss in Myanmar is quite honest.
"RMB?"
Chen Yang asked casually.
On this street, if you open such a "Nan Guo" restaurant, it's just to earn RMB.
The boss said firmly: "RMB."
Sure enough, when it comes to money, the boss always speaks in a straightforward manner.
Chen Yang nodded and signaled for the food to be served.
The boss went down to work, and a skinny local boy who looked like a half-grown child came up and diligently wiped the table.
Tang Wan was still idle and asked curiously: "Why do you call it Nanguo?"
What she wanted to ask was the same as what Chen Yang complained about just now, so she might as well call her Bei Guo.
Unexpectedly, the half-grown boy opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth, and smiled piously:
"Chinese people have a lot of money and people...well, it's easy to make money."
Hello......
Chen Yang's whole body felt bad.
He dared to bet his money on the Chen family in Beijing. This kid just wanted to say that people with money are stupid!!!
But this sentence means that Chinese people make money easily, which is pretty much what it means.
Tang Wan smacked his mouth, feeling unable to communicate, and put away his doubts about the northern and southern countries.
After a while, the food was served. In addition to the "Northern" dishes ordered by Chen Yang, the boss also presented some local Burmese specialties.
It was very unique, with all kinds of fried scorpions, centipedes, mountain lizards, etc., made into a platter and smashed on the table.
The various strange shapes on the platter vibrated, as if they were still alive.
Chen Yang and Tang Wan looked at each other in tacit understanding. They didn't touch these local specialties, and basically greeted them like the leek box.
The taste is not good, not as good as any other Northeastern restaurant.
After finishing the meal, Chen Yang threw down the five hundred yuan and took Tang Wan to leave.
As he stood up, he smiled and said to Logan: "I used to have a friend here who ran a gambling shop. I just gave him the news."
"Let's go see it later?"
Before Logan agreed, a big, dark, chubby hand stopped the two of them.
It's the boss!
He pointed at the five hundred yuan on the table, took one finger, and kept shaking it.