百种人,百样米。在法国南部旅行,每一顿饭菜都是佳肴,但吃了三天,就想念中国菜,其实也不一定是咕噜肉或鱼虾蟹,主要的还是想吃白饭。意大利好友来香港,我带他到最好的食肆,尝遍广东菜、潮州菜、上海菜。几餐下来,他问:“有没有面包?”“中餐厅哪来的面包?”我大骂。他委屈地说:“其实有牛油也行。” One hundred kinds of people, one hundred meters. Traveling in the south of France, every meal is a delicacy, but eating for three days, miss Chinese food, in fact, is not necessarily grunting or fish and shrimp, the main thing is to eat rice. Italian friends to Hong Kong, I took him to the best restaurants, taste Cantonese cuisine, Chaozhou cuisine, Shanghai cuisine. Few meals, he asked: “There is no bread? ” “Where’s the restaurant where the bread?” I cursed. He wronged and said: “Actually, there is butter.”