All kinds of street church buildings are beautiful, and compared with the United States, they have a strong British style.

Pedestrians on the street were in a hurry.

Not everyone likes fast-paced life, but the scenery in the eyes of tourists is a shackle that binds them.

If you have the opportunity to choose, you would rather live in the suburbs. This is the common idea of ​​all residents of big cities.

The fog in London has not fogged today. The sky can be seen with a little blue, and it is not very beautiful.

A airship flew overhead, and Han Xuan didn't look carefully at what was written on it. It was probably which company was advertising.

His eyes were completely attracted by a bun shop called "baozi-inn", and the sign "London People's Commune" was hung next to it.

It is not uncommon for Chinese Han Xuan to appear on the street, but the strange thing is that the font is actually simplified.

The bun shop came to a foreign country and transformed into a very tall and elegant style. The strong British decoration style prompted him to stop. It seemed that he hadn't eaten this thing for many years and had eaten a lot of soup dumplings.

He walked in with Anya in. The two princes looked at the signboard and smelled it and understood that it should be eaten. At the same time, they looked at Princess Diana and begged her to agree.

Princess Diana said goodbye to the old woman who came to greet her, and understood that she was the culprit that dragged her trip.

He hugged his two sons and said, "Today, you listen to Han. I'm in the car behind you. I can do whatever I want, but you must not get angry, do you know?"

William and Harry looked at each other, nodded quickly, and ran to the weird Baozi store.

Han Xuan pushed the door and came in. A string of wind chimes hanging at the door made a crisp sound. What surprised him was that the man wearing a chef's work clothes and pinched buns was a foreigner, with a handsome appearance and not very old.

The woman's welcome sound came from the other side, with a normal appearance and a sweet smile. When she saw Han Xuan, she asked in surprise: "Chinese?"

"Yes, so are you?"

Han Xuan knew that he had said nothing as soon as he asked. What is the Chinese who can open a bun shop? He led the two boys who happily walked in at the table and picked up the menu on the table.

"Well! I sent him to study abroad in ** and I just graduated. I was going to return home, but later I met him. I got married in April this year and now I settled here."

Seeing that his wife finished speaking in Chinese, she raised her ring in her hand to show off. The man who was pinching the buns put some flour on her face like a joke, held the delicate buns and said, "I like to eat this."

Han Xuan smiled and pointed to the menu: "Give me a bun and a fresh meat, well, that's it."

Anya put down the menu and learned from others if she doesn’t know how to eat. She is absolutely right, and she smiled and said, “I’m the same.”

William and Harry nodded in agreement.

Han Xuan continued, "The people at the door each have one dish and bun, right?"

"Yes. I made a lot of it this morning and didn't sell it out. It was still in the steamer, it was hot."

The woman leaned her head and looked out, walked into the inner room, and soon came out with a tray, gave An Ya and the others a knife and fork. It was Han Xuan's turn to give him double disposable chopsticks.

Anya hurriedly said, "I want chopsticks too, thank you."

"Okay." After speaking in English, he turned to Chinese and asked quietly: "Your little girlfriend?"

Han Xuan didn't say anything, Anya blushed first. Her skin turned pink in a few seconds.

Han Xuan grinned, “She can understand some Chinese.

Yes, my girlfriend is right.

Ah! Don't pinch!"

"Who told you to talk nonsense!"

"You're so angry again! Do you want to get beaten up, Anya?"

"I'm afraid of you?"

William was not seeing them eat for a long time, and he cut the buns seriously with a knife and fork. Separate the skin and the filling, ate the dough, and nodded.

After eating the filling, he said to her: "It tastes great!"

Little Harry watched the whole process of his brother eating, following the same thing, cutting it open and eating it with relish.

Han Xuan handed the chopsticks to Anya. He also took a pair of them, picked up the bun and bit it, looked up and asked, "Beef bun?"

“Yes, they don’t like to eat pork, there’s too much oil.

How does the beef taste less oil?"

"It's delicious. Is it good to open a bun shop in the UK?"

"It's not bad. It just opened last month and earned 6,000 pounds, which is higher than the salary for work.

So you immigrated to the UK? Mandarin is so good, when did you come here?"

It is rare to meet a fellow villager who stays here and asks questions.

The man who was holding the buns smiled, went into the house and took out the buns they ordered and gave them to the people on the sidewalk.

I accidentally saw the royal badge, looked at the two children in surprise, and asked in a low voice: "Why... look so like a prince?"

...

The princes were forced by Han Xuan, took a few photos as signs and left the bun shop.

Walking next to the street covered with smooth stone slabs, the red Beetle cars pass by, and most of the shops here sell handicrafts.

Tired is something that only when you wake up will notice. William and Harry have never experienced such a life. They play with a wooden pistol alone, and Han Xuan and Anya walked hand in hand behind.

Princess Diana sat in Maybach and stared at them with a smile on her face.

No destination, just wandering around.

Public facilities are integrated into the humanistic atmosphere, and art can be seen everywhere.

I saw Big Ben on the banks of the Thames and also saw the British Parliament Square. Anya lay beside the railings and waved to the greeting tourists.

Han Xuan likes this feeling very much. Just walk forward, and the picture that catches your eyes is the scenery.

The tall cathedral has beautiful stained glass, and doves fly around the sky, and tourists carrying bags are everywhere. Each of the two princes bought a high hat with the national flag "I love Britain" written on it, and wore it on his head stupidly, mocking each other for being ugly.

The paparazzi followed from afar and took a few photos from time to time. This kind of opportunity for private travel was rarely encountered, and his face was so excited that he was distorted.

"Your comic has been made. When I go back to the United States, I will go to New York to find you. I will hold a simple press conference and start selling it." Han Xuan said to the girl.

Anya looked up and asked him, "Why do you need a press conference?"

"Can you advertise, don't like it?"

“I don’t like it very much.”

"Then cancel it."

"Well, you come to New York to find me to play, but you won't hold a press conference."

Walking north along the Thames, I ate too much and just moved.

Anya suddenly found a signpost and pointed at it and said, "Tate Modern Art Museum, where my mother held an art exhibition."

"Where are you painting?"

"A small exhibition hall, only two pictures. Recently, the school has a lot of homework. I am teaching the courses for the senior grade by myself."

"Harry, William! Don't go forward, cross the bridge to the other side!"

Han Xuan shouted that the two naughty children had already run far away. Several bodyguards followed them closely. Seeing that the reporter was too close, they reached out to let the people leave.

When the two princes heard the voice, they ran back, and Harry asked, "What's wrong?"

"When I see Dolores' mother's painting exhibition, she also has works on display."

"Is that true! You can draw? It's amazing." Prince William's expression was exaggerated, and he waved his hand to ask Harry to follow him, and quickly walked on the sidewalk by the bridge.

The Tate Modern Art Museum is right next to the Thames River, with people flowing around at the door, and many security guards on the scene maintain order.

A beautiful girl in white clothes suddenly sprained her ankle as she walked.

A bodyguard saw her fall and immediately came over to support her, hugged her slender waist, and asked distractedly: "Are you okay?"

"It hurts, can you take me to the parking lot?" The girl looked pitiful, with smooth arms touching his ears from time to time.

"OK!"

I just arrived at the parking lot and came to a black RV.

The security guard was so tired that he was about to speak when the car door suddenly opened.

A huge fist hit his face and fainted on the ground.

The girl took off his ID with a smile and said to the middle-aged man who got out of the car: "You change your clothes, tie it up and don't run away..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!