Listen to Me and Play with Chongqing City

Dear readers, have you ever been to a city where the navigation system made you cry "Mom"? The train does not go on the tracks, but has to go through the belly of the building. As soon as the lights in Hongya Cave turned on, my dear, it actually illuminated the Yubaba's mansion from "Spirited Away". When the hot pot was served, the red oil was tumbling and the peppercorns were popping wildly. Beads of sweat dripped down the chin while eating, and the mouth kept shouting "another piece of tripe". This city is called Chongqing. Mountains are bones, water is blood, and people are souls. Chongqing people talk like they are quarreling, but they are actually afraid that you won't hear their warm heart. When you are tired from climbing up and down the slopes, you turn into the alley to eat a bowl of noodles. The landlady's voice is as loud as a roar and she scoops you an extra spoonful of peas under her hand. That's how she treats you. In all these years of traveling around the country, I have never seen a city like Chongqing - the magic is so magical and the streets are so steamy. Today, I will move a small horse stall, make a pot of Laoyin tea, and tell you slowly. You, please listen to me.