2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Walk through the streets and alleys, heading west.

Unlike the high-rise buildings everywhere in domestic cities, the prosperity here is mainly concentrated in the city center. Except for a few high-end residential areas with beautiful surroundings and a few high-end complex buildings scattered around, the surrounding buildings are basically small bungalows with three to five floors, and most of them look to be old.

As we get closer to the edge of the city, the streets gradually become narrower and the number of vehicles on the road gradually decreases.

In contrast, there were more and more elderly people and children. Most of the old people set up a small square table on the roadside to play cards and chat, while the young people wandered through the streets and alleys, laughing and having fun. The atmosphere of life seemed much richer.

Yan Muyun lowered his head and looked at the map: "We should be there soon."

They walked for about half an hour, but the purpose of their trip today was to go sightseeing in the local area, so no one said anything.

Carefully avoiding a pool of sewage flowing out from the crack of the door on the street, Yan Muyun turned into an alley and saw that the restaurant didn't even have a sign. It just set up a small table in front of the door and wrote something about South Vietnam on a white cloth. The stall was hung on a pole and didn't even have a table or stool.

Behind that table, an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, estimated to be at least seventy or eighty years old, was reclining on a chair, taking a nap with his eyes narrowed.

"What are you selling?" Wei Min was a little surprised.

On the table was a small knife whose original color could no longer be seen on the handle, and a round chopping board whose original color could not be seen either. Only a few plates of thin green sauce with unknown ingredients were left beside it. But these don't look like products at all. They are probably just dipping sauces to season certain foods.

At this moment, Wei Min found a small red bucket placed next to the leg of the table. When he took a closer look, his brows couldn't help but twitch.

The bucket contains water, that's fine.

There are a few small fish swimming in the water, so that's no problem.

But why are there three or five red millet peppers, a few coriander sticks, and a few slices of lemon floating on the water?

What is this? Preserve food in advance?

"Hello, excuse me?" Before Wei Min could figure it out, Yan Muyun tapped the table and said hello.

The skinny old man opened his eyes and muttered something vaguely, probably in South Vietnamese.

"How...how to sell this?" Yan Muyun pointed towards the keg.

However, the old man waved his hand, still speaking in vague and incomprehensible South Vietnamese, and then turned over and continued to close his eyes and go to sleep.

It was normal for an elderly person of this age not to know Chinese, but Yan Muyun felt that he had done a good job with his gestures, so the other party shouldn't be unable to understand.

At this moment, a vivid but unfamiliar female voice suddenly came from the side: "Ông chủ, cái này bán thế nào?"

Yan Muyun turned around and saw Ye Buyu holding up his mobile phone.

"What are you talking about?"

"'Boss, how do you sell this?', but I don't know if this translation is correct."

This translation software seemed to be reliable. The old man who had just turned over was already sitting up. His somewhat cloudy eyes looked up and down at the four foreign young people standing at his stall. After a long time, he muttered again. Said a few words.

After translation, the main idea is: "You are not from South Vietnam, are you? You should be from China? You are not used to eating what you are not used to. Now local young people can't eat it. How can you eat it? Leave quickly and don't disturb me." rest."

"That's not necessarily true. I came here today to challenge myself." Yan Muyun instead geared up.

When Ye Buyu translated his words, the old man didn't speak anymore. He put his hands on his knees and stood up with some difficulty. Then I saw him reach into the little red bucket and catch a small fish as thick as his wrist.

The little fish was obviously very energetic. The exposed tail swung up and down vigorously, and many water droplets were thrown directly on the four people standing in front of the stall.

"Ouch! My eyes!" Wei Min, who was standing at the front, suddenly wailed and covered his face.

You must know that the bucket of water is soaked with chili peppers. It will definitely not be pleasant if the water gets into your eyes.

The old man was so happy when he saw this scene, his eyes narrowed into thin slits, and his laughter of "ho ho ho" was like a broken bellows. Then he pointed to a faucet on the brick wall behind him, indicating that he could wash his eyes there.

Yan Muyun quickly pulled the unfortunate child over, splashed cold water on his face and rinsed it several times before he felt better.

When Wei Min was able to forcefully open his eyes, he found that the old man was still standing there, holding the lively fish in his hand, as if waiting for him.

Like a dedicated actor, he waits for the entire audience to sit down before starting his performance.

Seeing several people staring directly at him, the old man muttered a few words in South Vietnamese while picking up a plate of green water on the table.

Wei Min was shocked: "He won't..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man had already placed the small fish on the plate, dipped it in all directions, and then...put it directly into his mouth.

I saw him biting the fish head with his teeth, holding the smooth fish body with both hands, and with a crunching sound that made people's skin crawl all over, he actually bit the fish head off.

What further broke through the psychological defense of Wei Min and others was that after the old man bit off the fish head, he didn't spit it out, but started chewing it directly. His expression did not change during the whole process, and he seemed to be enjoying it a little.

Even Yanlong couldn't help it anymore and turned to look at his uncle: "Is this the local delicacy of South Vietnam you mentioned?"

Yan Muyun's expression was equally ugly: "Why, isn't this a South Vietnamese characteristic? Can you see it elsewhere?"

Next, an even more jaw-dropping scene appeared. The old man actually picked up the plate and poured the green dipping sauce into the body of the headless fish that was no longer moving. Then he held the tail of the fish with one hand and stroked the body with the other. , squeezing the blood and blood from the internal organs into his mouth like toothpaste.

"Ugh..." Wei Min covered his mouth.

Yan Taki, who was usually expressionless, looked troubled.

Ye Buyu turned around silently.

Only Yan Muyun's eyes widened. In addition to instinctive disgust, there was also a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

After chewing the fish body and swallowing it, the old man wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and looked at the four young people in front of him calmly, as if asking: "Do you still want to try it now?"

"Are you really sure you want to eat this? Aren't you afraid of parasites? Aren't you afraid of fish bones piercing your throat?" Wei Min couldn't stand it any longer and held Yan Muyun's shoulders: "If you really want to eat it, I have to reconsider. Do you want to continue to be friends with you?"

Yan Muyun said calmly: "You are too small. We should treat foreign cultures equally."

As if he saw something, the old man bent down again, fished out a small fish from the bucket, walked to Yan Muyun and handed it over, and said a few words in South Vietnamese.

"If you can eat it, I won't charge you any money." This is the translation.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, pinched the tail of the small fish, and picked up a plate of sauce on the table.