Chapter Seven Hundred and Twentieth Seventh Dry Wine if Sold Without

Compared with the huge China, Germany is really small. The distance from Hamburg in the north to Munich in the south is only more than 700 kilometers.

Zhang Zian set off from the hotel in the morning, and was delayed in the souvenir shop for a while. Even so, he arrived at his destination at noon, a small seaside town in the north.

The influence of the Berlin Film Festival does not reach here. The small town is obviously much deserted than Berlin, and it is a weekday, and there are almost no people on the street.

It's colder here than in Berlin, the sky is overcast, the strong sea wind howls through the car windows, and all the pedestrians on the road wrap themselves up tightly, which is similar to the coldest time in Binhai City.

"I want to ask you, is this the German town with 72,000 tons of diamonds?" Fina looked around and asked suspiciously, "Where are the diamonds? I only smell salted fish!"

Zhang Zian even forgot the river he talked about, but he didn't expect Fei Na to remember it, so he coughed dryly and said perfunctorily: "It's here, but don't worry! Think about it, if the diamond On the bright side, it has not been snatched away by others long ago? When will you come over?"

Fina thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the truth. She nodded and said, "Forget it, I will wait a little longer. But what you said is wrong, all the diamonds in the world belong to me, and any mortal who dares to snatch them will want them all." Send it to build the pyramid!"

"Bah, bah, bah! A stinky man who talks all day long! Just keep blowing, I will see how you plan to end up!" Snow Lion gloated and spit, "I said it before, when the time comes, I will stop eating baked eggs , I want fried eggs sandwiched with grilled sausage!"

Zhang Zian was worried, while driving to find the address of Leina's father, he was thinking of a solution.

At noon, he and the elves were hungry, and the more hungry they were, the more they couldn't think of a solution, so he suggested: "Well, let's find a place to eat first, how about it? It's okay to visit a stranger's house at noon. It's convenient, and it won't disturb people's pleasure of eating."

When it comes to eating, Fina's attention is temporarily diverted, and she readily agrees to the proposal.

Zhang Zian parked the car in front of a restaurant. The elves thought it was cold outside and didn't want to go out, so he got out of the car by himself, planning to come back with food after eating.

The exterior and interior decoration of this restaurant have a strong traditional German style, with square wooden stools and tables, and the smell of beer everywhere.

The waiters who shuttle in and out of the store also wear traditional uniforms. The male waiter is a combination of white shirt and black suspender trousers. The white socks extend to the position close to the knee, and the feet are black leather shoes. There are only two colors on the whole body, which looks clean and neat. and the waitresses wore Bavarian-style long skirts, swaying as they walked.

There was also an unnamed band performing upbeat country tunes live on keyboards and trumpets.

Entering the store, it is as if you have traveled through time and space, and came to the old-fashioned brewery decades or even centuries ago. Except for one thing that is a bit unconventional, there is a large-screen TV in the store that shows the games of the local team. .

Different from the quiet western restaurant, the atmosphere in this store is very noisy, diners talk loudly and drink beer after glass with pride. It is worth noting that there are not many skinny people in sight, regardless of gender.

The temperature in the store was very high, so Zhang Zian found an empty table and sat down, took off his coat and put it aside, studied the menu and what the next table ordered, and ordered a German-style boiled elbow from the waiter.

"Why don't you have a beer, dude?"

When he looked down at his phone, someone behind him asked in English, probably because he heard him talking in English with the waiter.

Zhang Zian turned his head and saw that it was a diner at the next table. On the table was a set of boiled pork knuckles and a glass of yellow beer. The beer had already bottomed out, and he had just eaten half of the boiled pork knuckles. He ordered according to this person's order. , just no beer.

The diner was about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair and a red rosacea nose. Although he was old, his body was as strong as a bear.

He looked at Zhang Zian with a slightly drunken face,

Talking with a bit of a tongue, he shouted to the waiter: "Two more beers!"

The waiter quickly brought two glasses of golden-coloured and frothy beer.

"Give this cup to him, and it will be on my account." The rosy-nosed eater pointed at Zhang Zian, motioning the waiter to put one of the cups on Zhang Zian's table.

Zhang Zian hurriedly waved his hands and declined, "Thank you, but I can't drink, and I have to drive later."

Don't drink and drive, and don't drink while driving. He still obeys traffic laws.

The rosacea eater laughed loudly, as if he had heard some joke, and said, "Are you a foreigner? It's your first time in Germany, right? Who told you that you can't drive after drinking?"

Zhang Zian: "?????"

He was stunned, almost suspecting that he had heard wrong.

The rosacea-nosed diner pointed to another female diner who had just finished eating and was leaving, signaling for Zhang Zian to pay attention to her.

There was an empty beer glass on the table of the female diner, and there was still a little foam on the side of the glass. It was obvious that she had just drank a glass of beer.

I saw her put on her coat and scarf, wrapped herself tightly, and pushed the door out after paying the bill.

Zhang Zian's eyes followed her all the time, through the window glass, he saw her get into a car parked outside, start the car and drive away.

It seemed to be a common sight, and the other diners and waiters took it for granted.

Then, another diner finished his meal, also drank beer, and also drove away...

Zhang Zian was dumbfounded. Didn't everyone say that Germans strictly abide by the law? How come no one cares about drunk driving?

Rosacea stared at his face, laughed harder, and his whole face flushed red.

"Boy, tell you, beer is drunk as a drink here, just like you usually drink Coke! Drinking this kind of alcohol is not considered drunk driving in Germany. Don't apply the traffic regulations of other countries to Germany! German cars and alcohol There is no separation!"

He spoke so loudly that even the diners at the nearby wine tables could hear them. They all turned their heads and smiled at Zhang Zian, raised the beer in their hands, and gulped it down.

The waitress brought Zhang Zian's boiled elbow and said with a smile: "Young man, drink it, it's okay, how can you not drink beer when you come to Germany? If you only drink one glass, it won't affect your driving. In addition, let me tell you, The beer in our shop is a perfect match with boiled pork!"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Instigated by the rosacea-nosed diner, all the diners around patted the table and booed.

"Goal!"

It just so happened that the local team scored successfully, and almost the entire store was boiling.

Zhang Zian's kindness was hard to let go, he raised his wine glass and took a big sip, exclaiming, "Good wine!"