"Long village water, quicksand, Ching Ming is no longer too early to spend. Chunhan want rain go in a hurry, lazy boat asked restaurants to live." This is the Ming Dynasty poet Gao Qi wrote Xitang poem, eating is of course our one of the purposes of this trip hikers.
Although the maple has been informed in the message, "Qiantang people," the benefits, but is still searching his party of four arrived in the "Old Street Hotel", it looks are so Xiuwaihuizhong,:) remark, was a bit like some candidates wife's standards.
Linhe position, lean on a railing and the hope and the beginning of the night drop, rain obscure, little red river, a leisurely cruise sway from, people can not help but feel that Jiangnan euphemism and lingering.
Serving啦, eight eyes, four pairs of chopsticks about focus, Malan head Xianggan, fried snail, the leaves Fen Zhengrou, Pickled cauliflower fish, braised Ang thorn fish, meat steamed bamboo shoots, vegetables rot clothing package, chives clams sub-Tang .. .... almost every dish was so long-awaited ..., simple stir-fried snail, follow-up of the Juice a layer of dark reddish brown, shiny shiny, and sucking in the mouth with a spicy taste of fresh influx in mind, the shell also In the mouth, chopsticks have been stretch intraday Fortunately, Whisper Xie Fang not speak this rule, otherwise, the frequency of talking with his elimination of this material, stacked in front of the green shell is not strange if the hill.
Lotus leaf Fen Zhengrou, Xitang characteristics can not help but point, can not fail to try, when the faint aroma of lotus leaf floating still in the seats when a Fen Zhengrou has been sent to the belly, tofu, and lakes rice, pork, an exciting moment the feeling of an instant to permeate the tongue, the powder is that word, at the same table to tell the inter-get enough points, then more fat when the fat has not wanted this brings beauty and biscuits phrase "butcher's daughter, multi-Shui Ling" The slang, presumably he is already a long time admirer of ... ..
Overhang outside the red lanterns floating in the wind, waves of rain and fog blowing, hot flashes face feel the slightest of the cool, mellow mellow of "FENHU Spring" wine rivers and lakes have been makes us feel that the micro-intoxicated dream , flushing of the face also indicates that there are a few words from others willing to share ... ... (Penguin classic metaphor faded.).
Farewell restaurant owner that moment the whole street power failure, and come to a close eliminate lights, the best outcome, when we kicked deep and shallow foot get in the old house to find stone skin, I think we have already indulged in the Spring Fine Xitang rain into town.
Author: dwsh
