Turning the corner of the mountain, a fresh smell of seaweed comes to the nose, and a village sign appears in front of it, which looks funny - abalone belly village.
The ancestors here, the vocabulary competition to such a degree.
Through the verdant forest road at the mouth of the village, a dark green vast sea surface is in front of your eyes, and you feel that your chest is suddenly soothed, and the salty sea breeze becomes refreshing.
It was noon and the smell of seafood wafted through the village.
This made the hungry me swallow a lot of saliva, and I couldn't help but think of a long-lost seafood picture; boiled sea hare, spicy fried flying crab, steamed lobster - this damn taste, along the way tormented my fragile mind, this moment, really want to lose everything, immediately go to the seafood restaurant to rub a meal - at this time, see a friend in the WeChat circle sent a photo of the meal, there is actually the lobster that I have in mind!
Ay! Come to think of it, behind the seductive taste, the price must be indicated.
Or work with peace of mind, the seafood dinner will be left for later——
