Global Food Tour

Chapter 145 Don't Read Classics! (Today's second update)

"Well... [-]:[-]." Looking at the time on the big clock in the camera, the feeling is very wonderful, especially when seeing the hands move, Zhang Feng feels that he can control the time.

Zhang Feng took pictures of the Thames River and the London Eye. When the camera turned to the two bridges on the Thames River, luckily, there happened to be trains and cars passing by on the bridges at this time. But there is such a sense of joy, a feeling of eyes following the train, carriages moving on the bridge, trying to count the number of carriages, but failing quickly.

"Sure enough, it still failed." Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head. It wasn't the first time he did this kind of thing, but he failed every time. It didn't seem to be a problem of calmness, but a problem of lack of self-confidence.

Although it is not clear how many carriages there are on the train crossing the bridge, Zhang Feng’s camera still retains an eye-catching photo, which tells the mission of the bridge over the Thames River and pulsates the whole of London.

"Whatever photos you take, you need to enjoy the scenery." Zhang Feng put away the camera and enjoyed the wonderful moment of looking at London.

Occasionally change the place, change the angle of view, want to find the alternative beauty in the extreme scenery, happened to pass by two staff members of the church, Zhang Feng chatted with them with a smile, originally thought that the British work The race who refused to answer any questions in the first 2 minutes would not be too enthusiastic, but I did not expect that these two staff members were particularly enthusiastic and friendly, and they also said that they had been to the capital and liked it.

When I was away from home, I was very happy when I heard someone praise my motherland or various places in my motherland. I couldn’t help chatting with the two staff members, who were also very unruly. The responsible person chatted with Zhang Feng and became excited.

The three chatted about the places they went to, and Zhang Feng was very honest, and shared many photos for the two of them to see. The three of them didn't care about their impoliteness.

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"Old Xu, you are here. There are still more than 300 stairs on the top, can you go up?" Zhang Feng asked Xu Jie's opinion.

"Not going, come next time."

"Row."

Bid farewell to the graceful and magnificent St. Paul's Cathedral, board the bus, and start their unfinished journey of this route.

While passing by many British newspapers, Zhang Feng suddenly had the idea that it would be great if his future deeds appeared in the media all over the world, especially the BBC, which has a professional reputation that is undisputed. The way it appeared was so shocking.

The imaginary Zhang Feng showed a smile on his face, and Xu Jie who was at the side noticed him, and asked, "Why are you smirking?"

"I think that I will be as popular in the world as I am in China in the future." Zhang Feng is very frank, a man without any pursuit, just like a salted fish.

But if someone knows Zhang Feng's current mental activities, he probably has the thought of slapping him to death. He can also hook up with one or two beauties, how beautiful can be described.

"You can have this. Your personal photography exhibition has been arranged. Tonight, you will send a summary of the photos you plan to exhibit to Sun Tian, ​​and he will make arrangements."

"Um, are you serious? Can I refuse? It will be embarrassing if there is no one there." Zhang Feng doesn't think that he can call on many people abroad at once.

"You don't have to worry about this, the time is after you participate in the photo contest ceremony."

"Row."

The reason why Zhang Feng accepted this was somewhat related to the task of "influencing more people" issued by the system, because he was not sure whether he could influence more people in the photo contest, after all, there were too few photos to show.

Stopped and stopped, changed a taxi, bypassed Buckingham Palace, and came to No. 10 Downing Street, a familiar place.

"London is so small... I have walked around for a long time, but I still haven't escaped from the London Eye..." Zhang Feng looked at the London Eye not far away, which was a little ridiculous. The feeling of being in place.

No. 10 Downing Street is a Georgian-style building. The former owner was Cameron, and now it is Theresa May. The black iron railings around it indicate that this is a solemn place, but the guards who are talking and laughing are passed on. There was a sense of relief.

If you want to go in, except for the officials inside, you can only be invited, so Zhang Feng and Xu Jie just stopped for a while. When they were about to leave, a group of people in suits and leather shoes came out from the inside. These people are from the United Kingdom. The Braintrust, they're kind of in charge of the UK, and the crowd started cheering, as if they were excited to see these people.

Zhang Feng didn't feel much, so he raised his hand to take a picture of the silhouettes of this group of people. He wanted to stay for a while, but his stomach was already growling, so he called Xu Jie, who was also hungry, and stepped into a nearby house. Italian restaurant.

When talking about Italy, I think of Venice. The leisurely meaning is always yearning. Therefore, most of the restaurants in Italy also have that kind of cozy decoration. The dark color seems to be the main color of all restaurants, bars, etc. in the West. .

When I entered the restaurant, I found that there were many people, but the waiter still came forward to greet Zhang Feng and Xu Jie. There was no seat by the window, only a corner seat, so I had no choice but to sit down.

"What to eat?" Zhang Feng said and handed the menu to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie looked at it and said, "I want a tomato pasta, well, let's order another tiramisu."

"Okay, two tomato pasta, one tiramisu, two cups of Ceylon black tea, thank you." Zhang Feng returned the menu to the waiter, who smiled and said he understood, and left.

During the waiting time, we naturally need to chat. Looking at AAP’s recommended places to visit on the mobile phone, Zhang Feng brought up the topic and said: "Old Xu, there are several musical theaters nearby. What about "Cats", "Miss Saigon", The Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables.

"Cats" seems to be a fairy-tale work; "Miss Saigon" is a love tragedy dominated by women; As for "Les Miserables", it represents a literary masterpiece that changed the paradigm of musicals. Which one does it feel like? "

"Is there any more?" Xu Jie didn't seem to like the four classics, she took a sip of the freshly served black tea and felt even hungrier.

"Also, there are some light-hearted and joyful themes. The ones introduced above are musicals that combine sound and light effects, gorgeous stage decorations, powerful dance moves, and interesting and easy-to-understand stories. They include "Wicked", "The Lion King" "The Lion King and "Chicago" Chicago."

"Well... then let's go see the Wicked Witch?" Xu Jie leaned forward slightly, looking at Zhang Feng.

Xu Jie is like this, Zhang Fengmao will not have any opinions, and comforted himself: "The Lion King has seen it, and Chicago can go for a walk in the future, so go to the Wicked Witch."

(End of this chapter)