"Try it first."
Yang Mo raised his head and said to Zheng Xiujing, lowered his head to cut the lobster, picked up a piece of shrimp meat and sent it to his mouth, the shrimp meat was Q bomb, the taste was fresh and salty, and there was some fruity aroma, which was the taste of the small berries placed in the shrimp head.
He nodded slightly: "It's okay," it's just a little bit worse than he imagined.
When Zheng Xiujing heard this, she took a piece of shrimp meat from a fork and put it in her mouth, and nodded lightly.
Food is also food, but both of them feel a little behind, but what they sell is creativity, and the food is not bad, so they don't say much, first fill up a few stomachs, and then eat slowly, comfortably blowing the sea breeze, looking at the scenery on the sea.
The man sat in his seat, next to the window, and the window was against the sea, and the waves were crashing against the rocks.
There is a beautiful sea here, and the blue and green waters take on a dreamlike color, sometimes changing with the undulations of the waves, like a crystal clear gem, accompanied by the song of the sea.
The main body of the restaurant is the food, and the combination of food and scenery has won many restaurants in concept, which also makes people have an impression of this place after leaving here.
At the end of dinner, Yang Mo and Zheng Xiujing took a turn on the terrace, leaned on the railing and watched the sea quietly for a while, and later on, they returned to the shore in a small boat under the sunset, when the sun was just tangent to the sea.
"It's still early, what do you want to do?"
Yang Mo sat in the car and looked at Zheng Xiujing.
Zheng Xiujing grabbed the seat belt with both hands, pouted and thought about it, shook her head and said, "Let's go around." ” "Then head to the island?"
Zheng Xiujing nodded, fiddled with the phone twice, and the music sounded, it was an English song, probably lyrical, the style was very relaxed, Yang Mo had heard it, but he didn't know the name, he never remembered the name of the song when he listened to the song, so most of the songs belonged to the category of "seems to have heard" for him, but if he wants to say the name, forget it.
"What song is this?"
He couldn't remember the name of the song, but that didn't stop him from asking.
"Can't hear me?"
Zheng Xiujing waved her phone and smiled mischievously.
"Do you want me to sing to you?"
Yang Mo threatened.
"Forget it."
Zheng Xiujing's face fell, "It's Romeo's Tune." ” Yang Mo thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't remember." ” "You haven't remembered the title of the song, have you?"
Zheng Xiujing unceremoniously debunked him.
"No ......"
Yang Mo leaned comfortably on the back of the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand, and hung down with the other hand on the operating lever.
Zheng Xiujing glanced down at his hand, pouted and said, "Just with the operating stick?"
” Yang Mo looked at her, left the lever, stretched out to Zheng Xiujing, and grabbed her hand on his thigh, which was quietly placed, like a student in class, very well-behaved.
"Is that so?"
Yang Mo turned his head and looked at her with a smile.
Zheng Xiujing turned her hand over, her palm was close to Yang Mo's palm, and her fingers were interlocked: "You are a villain!"
” "I'm a good person."
Yang Mo smiled.
"Hidden badass!"
Yang Mo looked ahead, and a car was coming from the opposite side: "I have to break it to catch you." ” "Big fool!"
Zheng Xiujing sneered, looked down at the hands held by the two, let go of her fingers slightly, and then clenched them again.
The two didn't wander around for long, and returned to the hotel at about eight o'clock, carrying the snacks they bought on the road and entering the room arm in arm.
The itinerary of the second day is to sleep until you wake up naturally, and then go to visit Stone Town, by the way, have some supper there, relaxed, and don't care how many attractions you visit.
Stone Town is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, in the long history of trade in Zanzibar, Arab, Portuguese, British, Indian and other local styles are located here, Sang Island is a fusion of traditional black culture, *** culture and Indian culture, many cultures gathered here, these cultures in the long and long history of Stone Town has also left a strong mark.
Yang Mo parked the car near Stone Town and toured with Zheng Xiujing on foot, this kind of scenic spot was just a walk in the car, and when he went back, he had an idea of "I've been there".
It was close to noon, and the two simply found a restaurant nearby that was said to be good, and most of the good restaurants in Kuwajima were concentrated here.
The layout of the restaurant is very Arabic, and the main dish is also Arabic cuisine, Yang Modian's main ingredient is beef dishes, as well as a fried pigeon, and a mutton rice, but he thinks that Zheng Xiujing will probably not consider other dishes after having beef.
Zheng Xiujing tasted a bite of mutton rice, and then she didn't taste it again, this taste is still not easy for her to accept, because there is beef in front, and the mutton is still on the side.
She picked up a piece of barbecue and put it in her mouth to chew, looking at the smile on her face, it tasted good.
A whole dish of mutton rice was eaten by Yang Mo, the pigeon was eaten by the two, after eating the last beef, and then eating the vegetable salad, at the end of lunch, Yang Mo paid and started the afternoon tour.
The buildings in Stone Town are very Arabic style, competing with each other, looking magnificent, the delicate wooden doors are inlaid with copper nails, carved with exquisite patterns, and the handmade artworks here are as high as more than 500 bells.
At that time, people tried their best to exaggerate their houses in order to compare, just to make their houses look better than others, and finally left this small city full of culture.
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The sun was a little strong, Zheng Xiujing put on the hat she brought from South Korea early, and as for the sunglasses, she had never taken them off when she left the restaurant, and her sunglasses were more than her myopic glasses. …… There is an ice cream shop on the side of the road, the two of them bought two ice creams in it, ready to eat while walking, and gradually Yang Mo found that there were more and more things in his hands, the stone town was not big, but there were all kinds of stores distributed in it, selling ice cream, handicrafts, paintings made on stone slabs and fruits, etc., in the scorching heat of three o'clock in the afternoon, the two also drank a cup of local coffee in a café, and the taste of coffee was very worthy of the crowded people.
There's Zheng Xiujing's favorite museum, the Miracle Palace, built on the site of Queen Faduma of Zanzibar, and the first building on the island to have electric lights and an elevator.
Zheng Xiujing has seen a physical Dawu sailing ship on the first floor, as well as other items with a strong historical charm, which bear witness to this thriving trading country on the sea.
When visiting the black slave trading market, her face sank, and after learning about the history of the time, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Yang Mo took her hand and approached her.
This little sister-in-law is always so sentimental, once she saw a photo of herself when she was a child, she cried when she looked at it, Yang Mo understood, but she never had so many feelings.
Most of the streets and alleys in Stone Town are narrow, and in some places there are even windows that allow people in both residences to shake hands with each other.
The two of them walked slowly on such a path, and the sound of an engine slowly came from behind, Yang Mo glanced back, it was a local man riding a motorcycle in their direction.
Yang Mo hurriedly dodged sideways, protected Zheng Xiujing behind him, and watched the motorcycle leave, so he took her hand and continued to walk; On the side of the road, an uncle dressed in traditional Arabic clothes was resting on a pillar, and a small tree two meters high grew from the side of the road, and the canopy of the tree was just over the uncle's body, leaving a large area of shade.
There is shallow water flowing on the ground, like water stains in the alleys next to ordinary houses, and without direct sunlight, it feels cool here; From time to time, there are tourists walking by, the excited voices of tourists from far and near and far, the voices of the owners of the houses around them, the voices of the locals are intertwined, Arabic with the Arabic style of architecture, it seems to have come to the Middle East in an instant, the brightly colored houses are full of eyes, accompanied by earthy yellow, the aroma of fruit and coffee is full of layering, the narrow path makes people closer to the town, this kind of stroll makes people feel the local culture up close.
The two of them walked around Stone Town, a small town that was not big, and they almost walked around in half a day, and after dinner, they just went to a concert.
At seven o'clock, after dinner, the two of them served some food and had a buffet on the balcony of the Dawu concert, surrounded by tourists from all over the world, all of whom came to watch the concert.
At half past seven o'clock, everyone entered and sat down, and six people were on the stage.
The style of the music is very relaxed, like the wind on the balcony, slightly, warmly, slowly, gently.
The tactfulness of the violin, the melodiousness of the cello, and the novelty of local musical instruments, these various elements blend together, and in an instant, everyone is brought into a splendid music world, where they can enjoy such beauty quietly.
Yang Mo once enjoyed the opera with Zheng Xiujing at the XN Opera House, and unlike here, he can feel the breath of art more there, although Yang Mo can't feel a certain idea contained in the opera, but that feeling is very profound; And here is closer to life and nature, the venue is not large, the number of performers is scarce, but it can always give people a feeling, less of the taste of high and low, which makes people comfortable.
Yang Mo felt as if he should go to a concert at WYN with Xiujing.
The music is over, the performers take a curtain call, and the audience leaves satisfied, but it is not yet time to go back to the hotel.
Zheng Xiujing walked through the small city with Yang Mo's arm, there are rich night snacks, Arabic sandwiches, and grilled squid and crab seafood, of course, as a foodie, these are indispensable.
Yang Mo bought some food that looked good, at least his eyes now could see and smell whether the ingredients were fresh and edible.
The souvenirs he bought today were all put into the car, and Yang Mo's free hand became a "storage table" again, holding Zheng Xiujing in his hand and eating a few bites or a bite of food that he didn't eat - just like when he was in Jeju Island.
Thankfully, I didn't eat too much tonight, so I can still eat it, and the street food tastes pretty good.