Chapter 332 The Throat of North Africa
North Africa, Red Sea outlet, northern Somalia, port of Djibouti.
This future throat of the Red Sea is currently under the jurisdiction of France and is still just a small port city. In addition to countless shrubs and date palms on the beach, the most common ones are only one or two. People in small fishing boats.
Three people with different skin colors than the locals appeared on the pier, but they did not attract too much attention. After all, the French, Italians, and Germans had all been here in the past few decades, and the local people were no longer surprised.
The sound of hawking was heard one after another, and there were dozens of vendors on the edge of the pier, shouting about local specialties.
Of course, there won't be anything good in this kind of place, just some fruits and crude handicrafts. They can only be regarded as novelties at best, but they also make the place more lively.
"It's so peaceful here. It's like another world compared to Europe." Gemma said when she saw the leisurely crowds on the road.
"In French colonies, not a single shot was fired during the World War. The local people had no idea about the war." He Chi also sighed with emotion. Who would have thought that such a place, which is not much bigger than a fishing village, would have three Wuchang-level powers at the same time in the future. military base, and Somalia, not far away, will turn into a holy land for pirates.
"Perhaps this is the fate of small countries. The future of their citizens is not in their own hands. War or peace only depends on the outcome of the game between big countries. Weak and small countries can only follow the general trend. This has been the case in the past, and it will probably be the same in the future. That's it." He Chi said looking at the scene in front of him.
Gemma nodded thoughtfully, but Margaret looked confused. He Chi suspected that the second princess of Windsor would probably fail the political exam.
Speaking of politics, the storm of African liberation seems to be approaching...
"Dang Dang Dang!!! Does it look good?" Margaret suddenly jumped out from the side and interrupted He Chi's thoughts. She picked up a string of light red necklaces and measured them around her neck. Her whole body was in a state of excitement. status.
He Chi looked at the thing, casually took out a franc and handed it to the vendor on the roadside, indicating that he didn't need to look for it.
"Wow! Such a big bunch only costs one yuan?!" Margaret looked at the Oriental in surprise.
He Chi responded in an indifferent tone, "It should be made from the leftovers of large-scale coral processing. It is not expensive, and you have underestimated the purchasing power of the franc here. One dollar can at least satisfy the three of us for a big meal." Meal.”
Gulu~ Talking about eating, Margaret rubbed her belly and looked at He Chi expectantly. She had not been used to eating recently.
"Okay, let's eat first and talk about other things later." The Oriental sighed and took the lead to walk to the restaurant.
However, it is obviously not an easy task to satisfy Her Royal Highness the Princess's stomach.
"That one is too oily, I can't eat it..."
"I'm not used to eating rice like this..."
"Oh my god! The scales of that fish haven't been shaved off yet!"
After walking through seven or eight stalls, Margaret was not satisfied. Gemma beside her couldn't stand it anymore. "Please, this is not Europe, and you are not in Buckingham Palace. Don't be so picky, okay?!"
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"These things are not good to begin with, I..." Margaret suddenly twitched her nose mid-sentence, as if confirming something, "Wait a minute, this smells like... well, bay leaves, basil, and parsley. He, come with me!”
Margaret picked up He Chi and ran to the other side, turning around an alley. There began to be more white people, and it seemed to be a gathering area for foreigners.
A small, low building with the restaurant's unique sign.
"This is the smell. Let's go in. I'm starving." Margaret walked straight in, while He Chi and Jima looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.
It was not yet noon, and there were not many customers in the restaurant. He Chi even suspected that the owner did not expect anyone to come, because he only saw an old man about sixty years old sleeping on the table. He supported his face with one hand, sleeping so intently, nodding his head from time to time, and his slight snoring sounded in the room.
"Sir! Sir!" The three people pushed and pushed twice before the shopkeeper got up.
The old man had a typical European face and seemed to have poor eyesight. He rubbed his eyes for a long time before he noticed the guest in front of him.
Margaret was very satisfied with the style of lunch.
Turkish kebab, the goat meat slices are grilled into golden and crispy pieces, served with a very thin flatbread, and stuffed with onions and basil leaves.
This whetted the appetites of several people.
"Hmm~ It's delicious!" Margaret ate the last bite of the barbecue with satisfaction. She also sucked her fingers that were stained with sauce very unladylikely, and then asked a little strangely, "Why don't there be any customers for such a great dish?" ?”
"Probably because of the price." Jima pointed to the numbers on the menu. "The price of food here is almost twice that of ordinary restaurants. Locals don't come here if they don't have that much money, and most foreigners are in the shipping business. Yes, the food is not so particular and it is difficult to patronize.”
Satisfied, Margaret looked around and suddenly pulled He Chi's sleeve with her fingers, "He, look at that, that vase over there."
He Chi raised his eyes and glanced "It's very ordinary. What's wrong?"
"Idiot!" The girl pinched him angrily. "That thing is an antique. It is probably an imitation of oriental porcelain by Venetian merchants in the 17th century. There is a blanket on the wall that is original from Turkey, and the teapot on the side seems to be too. Not ordinary.”
"Really?" He Chi looked at Margaret with a slightly surprised expression on his face. Then he stood up and walked to the counter.
"Hello, please pay." He Chi took out a large banknote, pressed it on the counter, and casually chatted with the boss.
"Sir, your food is really good, it's authentic European flavor."
"Thank you, as long as you and the two ladies are satisfied." The old man took one look at the franc and put it away, without any expression of surprise on his face.
"You speak French really well. Have you been here a long time? How is business?"
"It's okay, it's probably barely enough to live on."
"Oh, that's it." The Oriental smiled and took out another banknote. "I like the chili sauce in your hand very much. Can you take a jar with me?"
The boss turned around and took out a can of hot sauce and handed it to the Orientalist. When the two handed over, the other's hand suddenly slipped.
The chili sauce fell onto the table, and the red sauce splashed onto the host's coat.
"I'm sorry!" He Chi took a handkerchief and wanted to wipe it with the other party.
"It doesn't matter, I'll do it myself." The old man just raised his hand, but his eyes widened in horror.
Because, the last conversation between the two of them just now was in German!
(End of chapter)