lying on the soft chair in the coffee shop, Yang Guo suddenly laughed silently, looking at his photos.

This one is really fun. It's in the hall of supreme harmony. He holds his left fist from a distance, as if holding a coiled dragon column in the photo. Qiqi is smiling, with one small hand on his father's left arm, and the other small hand waving in the air. In the photo, she seems to be taking the golden cudgel from his father's hand!

Although the expression and action were coincidental, they were so lifelike that they didn't feel anything at that time. Now Yang Guo was very happy. He double clicked to enlarge and then pulled down, which made him feel interesting anyway.

There was Wi Fi in the coffee shop, so Yang Guo picked a few more interesting photos, edited Weibo and posted them online.

At around 4:00 p.m., Qiqi woke up. Yang Guocai came out of the coffee shop and walked around * * while it was still very bright. * * * there were not many interesting things except taking photos and sighing about my arrogance of Greater China. Now it was almost evening, and there was no flag raising ceremony.

After walking for a day, Yang Guo didn't feel tired. He didn't plan to call a taxi, because it was only a multi station distance from here to Wangfujing. He walked over there, ready to find an old restaurant with a big belly that he had seen in the travel manual before.

It's really a waste to come to the capital and stay in a hotel every day to eat the same meals all over the country. There are so many delicious special snacks in the capital, even if you can't taste them all, you should try them if you seize the opportunity!

Walking on the road, I suddenly heard a few words of English. In fact, it's not very strange to hear English Yang Guo in the capital, because there are too many foreign tourists in the capital. I saw many in the Forbidden City in the morning! Only these words of English made Yang Guo feel anxious and helpless.

Turning around, I saw a thin, bearded, middle-aged man with a face of Middle Eastern descent standing in front of an old man surrounded by red armbands, anxiously explaining, "no, \u what\i\am\asking\u is\washroom, \where\u is\the washroom?"

"Am I a wheel?" The old man was confused. He said, "are you a wheel?"

"Yes, yes," the middle-aged foreigner nodded and shook his head, "is it washroom?"

The old man still didn't understand. He asked again, "am I a wheel? No, I'm not a wheel."

Helpless, the middle-aged foreigner asked again in another word, "lavatory, where is lavatory?" He was not only trying to explain, but also using his hands and feet to draw the movement of going to the toilet.

But the old man was still confused, but when he saw the body language of middle-aged foreigners, he asked suspiciously, "do you mean the toilet? WC?"

This foreigner is an American accent, and the abbreviation of "household name" in China has only been used in the English country, and almost no one has seen it in the United States. How can a middle-aged foreigner understand it? He thought the old man was talking about another thing!

"No, no," the middle-aged foreigner was already very anxious. He pinched his feet and scratched his ears and cheeks, thinking about how to explain the word bathroom to the old man.

Yang Guo looked funny in his heart. Language barrier is indeed a big problem. A few years ago, when Beijing held the Olympic Games, almost everyone was learning English. Now the enthusiasm has faded. The Q & A between the old man in charge of street sanitation and the middle-aged foreigner in special situation is just like chicken and duck, not on the same channel at all.

Yang Guo stepped forward and said to the middle-aged foreigner in English, "Hello, let me come. Please wait a moment."

He turned to the old man and said, "uncle, this foreign friend actually asked where the toilet is. Just show him."

The old man patted his thigh and said with a smile, "I said my guess was right! His gesture means going to the bathroom and shaking his head. It's still a young man. You're smart and know how to speak English!" The old man talked endlessly for a long time, then pointed to an alley and said, "follow here, turn left at the end, and you'll see it."

Yang Guo translated it to the middle-aged foreigner as before, and the muscles on his face finally relaxed. Because he was in a hurry to go to the toilet, he just thanked Yang Guo in a hurry, and then ran there. It seemed that the time of suffocation was not short!

Shaking his head, Yang Guo turned around funny, thanked the enthusiastic old man with armbands, and walked to the old store. He is only a street away from the store now. When he looks up, he can see the big sign with very simple decoration.

Yang Guo found that no matter whether the things they sell are new products, or whether the decoration and services inside are very modern, as long as they are old stores and time-honored brands, they all like to make the store outside very modern.

It's also convenient for customers to find it, because they know at a glance that this is an old store with a long history and a long history. The food in it should be very authentic! It has to be said that such a marketing strategy is still very successful! A group of queuing guests sitting on the bench in front of the door can well explain the extent of its popularity.

Yang Guo was also in line. Suddenly, his shoulder was patted. Looking back, it was the foreign middle-aged man just now. He smiled happily and said, "so you're here. I've been looking for it for a long time."

Yang Guo also smiled at him.

"I really appreciate your help just now. Your help is very timely." The foreign middle-aged man grinned, and his beard shook with the muscles of his cheek.

"You're welcome." Yang Guo looked at him and said with a smile, "in fact, if you ask for directions in China, you'd better find young people, who have received more English education."

"Oh! I thought I was wearing this," the middle-aged foreign man said, gesturing his arm and drawing the armband. "They are volunteers serving the community. I heard my friends say that they came to China during the Olympic Games, and Chinese volunteers can speak English."

Yang Guo smiled awkwardly. At that time, the whole country was hosting the Olympic Games. The whole capital was crazy about learning English. Uncle and aunt could hum two words "good_morning", but that was a moment of heat. After a few years, it returned to the original point. It was ridiculous to think about it. Yang Guo didn't want to talk to him about this issue, so he opened the topic: "do you also want to taste steamed tripe, a Chinese characteristic food?"

"Is it delicious?" The foreign middle-aged man asked with great interest, "I found you mainly to say thank you again! And I just want to ask you, do you know how to get to the guest hotel?"

When he said that he was a guest, his tone was very flat. It sounded like "Laike". Yang Guo was a little confused at the beginning. He was ready to say that he had just come to the capital. When he was not very familiar, the middle-aged foreign man took out his room key and room card and pointed it out to Yang Guo: "here, Laike, this is the Laike hotel."

Yang Guo suddenly realized that he smiled and took out his room card, shook it in front of the foreign middle-aged man, and said, "I know, I live in the same hotel with you."

"That's great! We really have fate," the foreign middle-aged man said excitedly, "can you tell me how to get back?"

Yang Guo recalled the map he had memorized before coming out to play, and found that it was too complicated to explain in language to the foreign middle-aged people how to take a bus and transfer back to the hotel, so he said, "I'll go back after eating. Do you want to eat together and then go together? This restaurant's belly is very famous, and it's not pig's, but sheep's belly."

Most people in the Middle East are Muslim, so Yang Guo explained to him.

The foreign middle-aged man said happily, "is it OK? It's a great honor. I want to taste Chinese cuisine in addition to traveling to China!"

After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, they finally waited until it was their turn to have an empty seat. Yang Guo first ordered two signature staple foods, tripe gourd and tripe powder Dan. Under Yang Guo's translation, foreign middle-aged people also ordered several dishes that he thought should be delicious.

The dishes were served quickly, and plates of hot dishes were served before the order was placed for three minutes.

"How fragrant!" The foreign middle-aged man said with a thumbs up. Under the guidance of Yang Guo, he began to learn to use chopsticks. Seeing his three fingers holding chopsticks awkwardly, he clamped the belly with the chopsticks. The belly wobbled at the tip of the chopsticks, and Yang Guo was particularly worried about falling down.

Qiqi was also seduced by the rich aroma of popcorn, and she began to dance restlessly in Yang Guo's arms. Yang Guo picked up a mutton belly and dipped it in the sauce. Qiqi waited with her mouth open. When she saw her father stuffed it into her mouth, Qiqi waved her small hand in dissatisfaction and grunted, twisting her small body to vent her uncomfortable emotions.

"Your child also wants to try it." The foreign middle-aged man motioned to Yang Guo and laughed.

Yang Guo said with a wry smile, "she just likes the fragrance and can't eat it! She's not over a year old."

The foreign middle-aged man nodded and laughed, "she's so cute."

Qiqi was so noisy that Yang Guo had to put down the food in front of him and think about countermeasures. Yang Guo dialed the tripe soup in the bowl with chopsticks, let the soup dip in the chopsticks, and then put the chopsticks in front of Qiqi's mouth. If you can't eat meat, try some soup. It should be all right, Yang Guo thought.

Qiqi saw the chopsticks, smelled the smell that made her salivate, stopped twisting, and her slightly red eyes stopped the tears that were about to overflow. She smelled them, and then sucked them with her chopsticks in her mouth.

Originally, I thought Qiqi would suck and refuse to let go. As a result, Qiqi swallowed it and spit it out. She also spit out the saliva in her mouth. Yang Guo was caught off guard, and Qiqi's saliva splashed her chin and her round collar.

Yang Guo is angry and funny. This little fool quickly pulls out a paper towel and wipes it for Qiqi. Yang Guo also wanted to understand the reason. Mutton tripe soup must have the fishy smell of sheep. How can it be as sweet as milk? It's amazing that Qiqi can like it!

After Qiqi was busy, Yang Guocai turned his head and chatted with the foreign middle-aged man while eating: "by the way, sir, I don't know how to call you?"

"My name is allen_adham."

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