Chapter 1181 Sans’s Bar
Mosley was right: the key to judging a town's development was its young population. Xiao Peng saw virtually no young people here.
The same is true in Daxia. Many villages are devoid of young people, only elderly people and children. Young people have all left for the cities to work. The so-called "involution" is a global problem. While this place is beautiful and a lakeside town—there are so many places like this in Europe! There simply aren't many tourists coming here.
Xiao Peng and Walter followed Mosley into the clinic. As soon as they entered, Xiao Peng sniffed: "This smell is quite familiar!"
Walter nodded: "It's not quite familiar, it's too familiar!"
The clinic clearly smells like Huoluo Oil!
They fall and bump into things a lot while working on the ship, so there are always medicines for injuries such as active oil on board.
Following Mosley to the second floor of the clinic, a door opened and Xiuyi was lying on a examination bed with an old man giving him a massage.
Xiao Peng is a connoisseur. One look at the old man's massage techniques and he can tell that they are all from the Great Xia sect!
Hearing the sound of several people coming up the stairs, the old man glanced at Xiao Peng and was slightly stunned. Then, with an unsure expression on his face, he said in a skeptical tone: "The king of heaven covers the tiger of earth, and the chicken stewed with mushrooms?"
Xiao Peng was amused because he was clearly speaking Chinese. Why did it feel like these foreigners were all taught Chinese by the same person?
"The code matches!" Xiao Peng said with a smile, "I am indeed from Daxia. Do you speak Chinese?"
The old man shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I only know this one sentence. This is what my teacher taught me when I was learning massage techniques in Ampwit."
Mosley introduced: "This is Parker Sanz, the only doctor in our town, our mayor, and a senior actor in our company."
Xiao Peng didn't know how to respond after hearing all this. A doctor? A mayor? And a veteran actor? The mayor was filming an erotic film?
He didn't want to show too much embarrassment, so he extended his hand to Sans and said, "Mayor Sans, nice to meet you."
Sans, however, held out his hand and said, "My hands are all greasy."
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "It's okay. In fact, I originally came to Europe because I wanted to be a masseur, but I didn't get the certificate."
After hearing this, Sans lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I don't have any proof either. You have to keep it a secret for me. They won't know."
Xiao Peng laughed. This old man was funnier than he had imagined. Although he lowered his voice, everyone in the room could hear it, and Mosley and Xiuyi both looked as if they were used to it.
Xiu Yi lay there and shouted, "Sans, don't stop! Someone is treating me to a drink tonight! Right, big guy?"
Walter smiled and said, "Of course! There's no hotel here, but there's a bar, right?"
"Please!" Xiu Yi said, "Have you ever seen a village without a bar?"
"Stop shouting!" Sans pressed directly on Xiuyi's waist, and Xiuyi screamed.
Xiao Peng asked, "Is there anything delicious here? I'm really a little hungry now."
Sanz laughed after hearing this: "Let Mosley take you there. He knows where the best food is here."
Only when Xiao Peng and the others arrived at the place did they realize what Sans had been laughing at in the clinic.
The place they ate at was called "Sans's Bar." It turned out to be owned by Sans' wife and daughter! Like any other small-town bar, it was a place for both drinking and eating.
Sans wasn't exaggerating; his wife's cooking was truly top-notch. They had smoked ham and shrimp salad waffles, and the main course was a dish called "Storm." It was mashed potatoes and various vegetables fried together, topped with fried meat broth, a fried egg, grilled bacon, and bone-in roasted meat. Xiao Peng thought the meat tasted strange, neither beef nor venison. After asking, he learned it was actually horse ribs.
Look, Westerners say all day long that 'dogs are good friends of humans' criticize the people of Daxia for eating dog meat, but horses are not good friends of humans?
You can actually eat 'Storm' in the Netherlands, but it's slightly different here. The 'Storm' here is sweeter and has a lot of mayonnaise in it. Even the French fries here are served with mayonnaise instead of ketchup.
No wonder Belgian chocolate is world-famous. Now Xiao Peng understands: people here especially love sweets.
"These 'French fries' with mayonnaise really have a unique flavor!" Xiao Peng exclaimed.
After hearing what Xiao Peng said, a woman nearby became unhappy: "Hey, there are no 'French fries' in the world! There are only 'Belgian fries'! Don't do anything insulting to Belgians in Belgium!"
This woman was Sanz's daughter, probably in her early thirties: one of the few 'young people' in the town.
Xiao Peng was stunned after hearing this, and then apologized to Sanz's daughter: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I lived in France for a few years, and I first heard this kind of French fries called that in France. Now it's just a name that comes to mind!"
The so-called "French fries" are actually the same kind of fries you find at KFC and McDonald's, and they taste essentially the same. These fries were introduced to the US during World War I, but the Americans misunderstood their origins and called them "French fries." In reality, these fries were invented by the Belgians, and the French didn't introduce this cooking method until 1770.
In Belgium, if you say 'French fries' they get really mad at you.
Sanz's daughter curled her lips and said, "It's not too late to change now!"
Xiao Peng snapped his fingers. "Then let me rephrase it. These 'Belgian fries' with mayonnaise really have a unique flavor!"
Sanz's daughter laughed after hearing this. "You're good at talking, this is for you!" She poured a glass of beer from the beer machine on the counter and placed it on Xiao Peng's desk. "I brewed it myself, come and feel how it tastes!"
Xiao Peng took a sip and said, "Hmm? This beer tastes really good. It has a wheat aroma with a hint of sour cherry. It has a unique flavor! Did you brew it yourself? It's even better than 'Westfleet Abbey Beer'!"
However, after hearing what Xiao Peng said, Sanz's daughter said, "Well, I can only give you one beer. You have to buy the rest yourself! I can't give you more than one beer just because you said it was nice."
Xiao Peng laughed heartily after hearing this: "Of course I will. I think we can finish all the beer here today!"
At that moment, the door to the bar opened, and Mosley and his wife Laura walked in. Seeing Sanz's daughter, they waved, "Jill, give us two beers! Xiao, let me tell you, Jill's beer is incredible! Jill, the dividends from the last movie have arrived. Here, here's your 3,000 euros!"
"Uh..." Xiao Peng's face was filled with black lines. Is it possible that everyone in this town is making romantic action movies?
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