Abalone side snack street

 Campus past the seven
indirectly to an old friend by chance the phone, about to hang, he suddenly had an urgent question: again? snack street ... ...
school is the new campuses, so far from urban areas, and this gives students were unable to safely enjoy a full life in the city - especially the food service. canteens Although improved under getting better, but still can not meet some of the gluttonous appetite of believers. Under these conditions, snack street came into being.
then I am keen on porn and alcohol, natural snack street is a frequent visitor, but first, I frequently patronize, is a company called business in the snack street is flat, not because there's , not inexpensive, at school, it really is not low price, often make cash-strapped students stay away.
so there are quite a long time, I sat in Sichuan alone are soothing light music in the beautiful Palace alone is too rich to enjoy the meal. Over time, I have products out of the loneliness, and loneliness behind the masses. dining atmosphere is very important, but this sentiment may not necessarily need to Liuguangfeiwu the petty bourgeoisie, and sometimes, lonely lonely The fresh, warm and noisy but also noisy.
so in a small-scale gathering of collective action, when I choose to follow you, I finally found a marketing system in the snack street base - Greenfield Court. now think of it, the basic on Greenfield Court are all to be treated as a museum of pasta and used. be fair, Greenfield Court, the surface is the top grade in most cases, from the pleasant fragrance of egg noodles, pork noodles, to taste pure noodles, beef noodles, and both are our last election. However, I first came to Greenfield Court, the friend but look secretive, low asked: what, is incomprehensible that he had recommended to me that are not on the menu, the hands of a few regulars secret. If the other side, Greenfield Court, classes are top grade, then the I know that if the background is not sweet and sour, fresh abalone will not be interpreted as such a complex which melts on the taste and the smell can only be closed in the eyes of fine chemicals among the layers can be separated into acid , sweet, salty, spicy flavors and taste of alcohol. When I first face the beautiful crystal bowl has a houseful of art moving abalone face, they realize the road surface of this product. So I not only got out of hand from Greenfield Court, on the fascination with the .
hand, eat abalone noodles in Greenfield Court, the palace than the a la carte Zhencha in Sichuan, but do not have a flavor, not to mention, here is the marketing department every day at noon a group of E Sigui the camp, each could be seen different acquaintances. or, what is dinner time emergency notification, phone do not have one, went straight to the Greenfield Court is, all the way along the painted surface of the flow of incense, to capture you like a bag of prawns exploration properties.
all Greenfield Court Another advantage of family meal is always someone to help you pay the bill, when Greenfield Court, in a small room full of people, a group of carefully it seems they are all buddies, as long as each have the ability to finish first, it will put Full House people's accounts are paid, but such are in the minority, more is to pay off the table, so even when you forget your wallet out, too, can enjoy a lush lunch. I think that side of the taste of food while talking and feeling is my undergraduate years a vivid highlight of it, warm atmosphere makes starving, often able to Greenfield Court of Haiwan to a clean sweep of the upside down.
later became abalone face I used to (also used a lot of people), every knock on the report's moment of triumph, they will consciously be summarized: > and then later, when I take the high-speed train travel between the two cities, being submerged in the fatigue test, Greenfield Court is still there, but more and more distant abalone face, when I tired to sleeping on a sleeper train the time, my mind the most memorable is the bowl of hot, tasty abalone noodles.
winter to spring, already half a graduation, that open the alumni, old friends in the reclassification in full swing, I do not know who all of a sudden a voice shouted: the memory of the eyebrows, eyes filled with tears.