About This Novel
Oysters for lunch? ! There was a layer of crushed ice on the aluminum tray. On the crushed ice, naked French oysters lay in rows on their backs, like disarmed female prisoners. No one could escape. Just look at the two French chefs carrying the oyster plates. Their expressions look like envoys from a defeated country. Thickly packed Chinese people filled the forty-eight square tables of the "Montang's" seafood restaurant. They all stared at the shaky oyster plate, their buttocks squirmed, and they stood up. Some waved knives and forks, and some took out their own bamboo chopsticks from their bags. There was a kind of buzzing sound, which was a vibrato in their throats. This vibrato shook the shopping bags on the floor and on the table, like a strong wind blowing through the bamboo forest... The tour guide Fang Xiaoman raised a small red flag. The flag is very strange. It has the Eiffel Tower in black, but there are five yellow stars hanging above the tower, and the background is blood red.
What Readers Think
Rating
Community(0)
Rating
Community(0)
