I started to miss the days of drinking beer and eating lobster in Wuxi.

In Wuxi, lobster refers to crayfish.

The streets are full of lobster restaurants, filled with people drinking beer and eating lobster.

? There are more than a dozen kinds of lobsters with different flavors. The most consistent feeling is that they are delicious.

?Brother Bao and I drank as much as we wanted and got drunk before we stopped.

With a lobster and a bottle of wine, brotherhood grows old.

Brother Bao is famous for being a drinker. We started with two bottles of Huiquan each, and then some draft beers. The more we drank, the better. We fully integrated into the crowd of lobster eaters.

The south is wealthy, a lobster costs twenty yuan, a plate of twenty or thirty lobsters costs four to six hundred yuan, and people in the south don't blink an eye and order several plates at a time.

A meal at a restaurant costs one to two thousand yuan, which is still the price at a food stall.

? The lobster is indeed delicious, and it is particularly comfortable with beer.

Brother Bao and I enjoyed fine wine and delicious food, recalling the time when we ate big steamed buns and drank pickled cabbage soup. We felt so much happier now.

Brother Bao is generous and knows that I love lobster, so he often rewards me with lobster.

Brother Bao and I hang out on Lobster Street every day.

When we meet, we will drink for you. We will tie our horses to the tall buildings and weeping willows.

The good wine and delicious food accompanied by the deep affection made me drunk in another country.

? The wind blows the willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste it.

The disciples from Wuxi came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine if they wanted to do it or not.

Brother Bao’s friends took turns treating me and toasting me with wine.

I took the cup with trepidation, but I was very happy.

I really couldn't bear to leave, drinking one cup after another.

I finally returned to my hometown outside the Great Wall, burying my nostalgia in my heart.

Brother Bao also left Wuxi and went to the Shaanxi branch.

Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating.

Brother Bao and I haven’t seen each other for more than a month.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I plan to visit him, and take a look at the willow color of Baling and the Fairy Mountain of Zhongnan.

Brother Bao and I haven't seen each other for more than a month. I will definitely go to meet him and get drunk for a few more times. I'm looking forward to it.