Main Text 453 Candy Life

People working inside hurried past, while tourists of different skin colors shuttled through the square of the city hall.

This means that there are few people in Switzerland, and there are not many tourists visiting Basel. You have to try this treatment in Zhongnanhai... Ha, it is estimated that seven or eight shoes can be trampled inside.

Those who pick up rags and collect waste don’t have to do anything else, just squat at the gate of Zhongnanhai every day, hey, the gate will be closed at night, and pull the iron hook to go in.

Needless to say, there are several pairs of shoes, and if you are lucky, you may have a few wallets.

Why don't Chinese people travel differently from foreigners? European travelers here take a few old newspapers and spread them on the lawn by the Rhine River, and then they fall asleep.

But our Chinese Uncle Qin and his girlfriend were busy looking for food when the sun was rising.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, and the two old foodies found the first target by following the aroma.

The big paper-wrapped candy sign at the door is printed with the reverse colors of the Red Cross and the Swiss flag.

And the fragrant and greasy smell comes out from this unique shop.

The huge transparent window shows the busy scene inside.

This is a handmade Swiss candy store. The world only knows chocolate, but forgets Swiss sugar, even chocolate is one of its subordinate branches.

The fat and stocky shop owner has the beautiful pale golden hair and lake blue eyes of the Swiss people. Unfortunately, his obesity has made him a failed product with three chins.

Wearing a white chef's uniform and gloves, he dragged the three-foot-long iron pan from the drying rack, and put it on the chopping board in the operation room with a 'dang'.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at each other outside the window, and 'Ding Ding' pushed away the candy house hidden in the Art Palace of Little Basel.

"Welcome, pick the ones you like..." The boss said a word of greeting in broken English, and then put all his attention on the freshly baked candies.

"It's okay, let's take a look casually, you are busy..."

His answer was fluent and light German, with special standards, and the days of eating with Joseph were not in vain.

The boss behind the desk raised his head in amazement. These were clearly the faces of two orientals, but they spoke the official language of Germany.

"What? I remember that German is the official language of Switzerland..." Qin Guan muttered and switched to Italian again.

The fat boss on the opposite side quickly shook his hands: "No, I was just surprised. I thought most of the tourists from the East were English-speaking. My English is too bad. I didn't expect to be able to hear German, so it would be no problem."

Hearing this, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at each other and smiled, but the boss who was holding a knife saw Qin Guan's smile, and the knife under his hand was cut crookedly.

This pair of Chinese young couples, the woman is delicate and delicate, with fine eyebrows and eyes, like the stream surrounded by the farm in the suburb of Aser, so clear that you can see the transparent shrimp inside.

As for the man, forgive him for not going to school much, no amount of pen and ink can describe it, just like the top-notch frosting that his father taught him, when he was a child, he used his fat fingers to stick it in and then put it in his mouth.

Now he saw God immediately, which is not a loss.

When the boss realized that he had cut it crookedly, he didn't feel sorry for it. After thinking for a while, he used a flower knife and cut the swiss fudge the size of a palm into two small people the size of thumbs.

"Guests, please try it." The fat boss's skin is very fair, and even the stainless steel tray is no match for his hands that make sugar all the year round.

And the smile on his face inexplicably made Cong Nianwei, who was stopped, sound like a type of person: a dog leg.

The boss was like this, with a flattering smile that he hadn't made in decades, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were fixed on Qin Guan's face without blinking, and in his hand was the gift he wanted to give him.

"This male doll is you, look how handsome you look, and this female doll is your girlfriend...Try it, I'm not bragging, I can't find two in the whole of Switzerland with my craftsmanship."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were heartbroken for a while, looking at the two naive and translucent fudge figures on the tray in front of them, should they sip or sip?

This self-eating, still makes people speechless.

But what kind of country is China? The big foodie country, the two of them had no resistance after all. The bursts of sweet breath coming from the tip of their noses were picked up one by one and stuffed into their mouths.

The teeth smoothly cut the jelly-like soft candy, and the saliva mixed with the syrup exploded on the tongue.

This deep purple Swiss fudge is made from handmade jam made from plums and yellow peaches, mixed with butter and refined.

Then it is dried with the humid air of the natural Rhine River, and sprinkled with the snow-white secret frosting sugar, and it is made into such a delicacy in the world.

A bit sour, a bit sweet, with a bit of saltiness in the aftertaste, and the touch of coarse sugar rolling on the tip of the tongue, a small piece of candy is as full as a period of life.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's eyes were bright, and the smooth candy entered their stomachs in just two or three bites, and the candy clips in their hands finally started a crazy shopping trip.

The master chef and boss at the side was already stunned on the spot. The two young men looked like they were going to evacuate his sugar house.

And what surprised him the most was still behind, the passers-by who were just passing by by chance, couldn't stay any longer after seeing the big purchases made by the two tourists in the window.

People say, if you are unhappy, please feed yourself a piece of candy. Europeans, who already eat sweets, are even better at eating candy.

People are animals that are easy to follow blindly. This handicraft workshop, which has been operating locally for many years and only deals with regular customers, has been completely overwhelmed by the influx of more and more tourists.

"The boss brought three catties of liqueur chocolate..." In the small box, there was only a piece of engraved bottom paper left alone.

"Boss, the cocoa hard candies are sold out!"

"boss…"

"boss…"

When a small tour group passed by, the tour guide was explaining the characteristic ancient community here, and the tourists behind here rushed over.

The big fat boss is in pain and happiness. What is stirring in the big iron bucket is syrup and iron spoon. The small module is filled with ready-made syrup.

And the culprit who caused all this came out of this evocative small shop with a large bag of candy at the melodious ding-dong sound of the cash register machine.

ps: full of feelings, there is wood! There is wood! (To be continued.)

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