Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The people working in the office hurried past, and the square of the city hall was also shuttled by tourists of different skin colors.

This means that there are few Swiss, and not many guests come to visit Basel. You should try this treatment in the South China Sea... Ha, it is estimated that only seven or eight shoes can be trodden on.

Those who pick up the broken ones and collect the waste products don't have to do anything else. They squat to the door of Zhongnanhai every day. Hey, the door is going to be closed at night, and the iron hook is pulled in.

Don't use it anymore, that's a few pairs of shoes. If you are lucky, you might have a few wallets.

Let’s say that Chinese travel is not the same as foreigners. Travellers in Europe here, with a few scrapped newspapers, spread them on the lawn of the Rhine, and fell asleep.

But our Chinese uncle Qin and his girlfriend were busy looking for food when they were in the middle of the day.

The wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and the two old gluttons followed the fragrance to find the first goal.

The candy sign wrapped in a large paper at the door is printed with the reverse color of the Red Cross Association, the national flag of Switzerland.

The fragrant taste floats out of this unique shop.

The huge transparent window shows the busy scene inside.

This is a handmade Swiss confectionery shop. The world only knows chocolate, but forgets Swiss candy. Even chocolate is one of its subordinate branches.

The sturdy shopkeeper has the pretty light blonde hair and lake blue eyes of the Swiss people, but the obesity makes him a failed product with three chins.

He was wearing a white chef uniform and wearing gloves, and dragged a three-foot-long iron pan from the air-dried shelf. "Dang Dang" suddenly rested on the chopping board in the operating room.

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

"Welcome, choose if you like..." The boss said hello in stuttering English, and put all his mind on the freshly baked sweets.

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

He was answered fluently and lightly in German, with special standards, and the days of eating with Joseph were not in vain.

The boss behind the desk raised his head in surprise. This was clearly the face of two Orientals, but he spoke the official language of Germany.

"Why? I remember that German is the official language of Switzerland..." Qin Guandu mumbled into Italian again.

The fat boss on the opposite side quickly shook his hands: "No, I was quite surprised. I thought that most of the oriental tourists are mainly English. My English is too bad. I didn't expect to hear German. It would be no problem."

Hearing Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looking at each other with a smile, the boss who originally held the knife looked at Qin Guan's smile, and the knife under his hand was stunned.

This pair of Chinese young couples, the women's clear and beautiful show, their eyebrows are fine, just like the stream surrounded by the farmsteads in the suburbs of Axel, and the beautiful shrimp can be seen inside.

And men, forgive him for not going to school, and how many pens and inks can't be described, just like his father taught him the top frost candy, when he was a child, he used a fat pitted finger pestle to enter, and then put it in his mouth.

Now he saw God immediately, and that was not a loss.

When the boss noticed that he had cut it off, he didn't feel any pity. He thought about it for a moment and actually used a flower knife to cut the slap-sized Swiss jelly into two thumb-sized villains.

"Guest, please try it." The fat boss's skin is very white, even the stainless steel tray can't compete with his hands making sugar all year round.

And with the smile on his face, inexplicably, the stopped Cong Nianwei sounded a class of people: dog legs.

The boss is like this, with a flattering smile that has not been made for decades, his mouth is very silly, and his eyes are fixed on Qin Guan's face without blinking, and in his hand is the gift he wants to give him.

"This male doll is you, how handsome you look, this female doll is your girlfriend... try it, it's not my bragging, I can't find two of my craftsmanship in Switzerland."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's heart jam for a while, looking at the two slick and translucent fudge men on the tray in front of their eyes, is it the mouth, or the mouth?

It’s still speechless for me to eat myself.

But what country is China? Great foodie country, the two have no resistance at all, the sweet breath coming from the tip of the nose, one by one, took it up and stuffed it into the mouth.

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

This deep purple Swiss fudge is made from plum and yellow peach jam, mixed with butter and refined.

Then, the natural humid air of the Rhine River is used to dry and sprinkled with snow-white secret frost candy to make such a delicious world.

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

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's eyes ate bright, smooth candy but only three or two kung fu entered the stomach, and the candy clip in their hands finally started a crazy shopping trip.

The master and the boss on the side were already shocked on the spot. The two young people, looking at this posture, wanted to evacuate his sugar house.

What surprised him the most was that the pedestrians who had just passed by by chance could not stay after seeing the big purchases of the two tourists in the window.

People say that if you are unhappy, please feed yourself a candy. The sweet Europeans are the best in sugar.

People are a group of animals that are easy to follow blindly. This handcrafted workshop that has been in the local business for many years and only deals with regular customers has been completely crowded by more and more tourists.

"The boss comes in three pounds of heart-shaped chocolate..." The lonely frame in the small frame was only a piece of paper with a carved bottom.

"Boss, Cocoa Hard Candy sold out!"

"boss…"

"boss…"

When a small tour group passed by, the tour guide was trying to explain the characteristic old community here, and the tourists behind here rushed over.

The big fat boss is in pain and happy. The iron bucket is struggling to stir the syrup and the iron spoon. The grinder on the tray is the mother-in-law of his family who was temporarily called to help by a phone call, and his young son is using The small module is filled with syrup.

The culprit that caused all this was walking out of this evocative little shop with a large sack of candy at the sound of the sound of the cash register machine.

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