It's summer, and it's a lobster-eating season, and we're in the middle of the night in a big, small, little lobster-eating alley, high-eating, lobster-eating, beer-eating, friends-eating, bragging, that's life。
In the summer of Nanchang, the night market stands and restaurants are particularly popular. There's a table, a table, a seat, two or three bottles of beer, and a plate of hot lobsters, snails, snails, hot clams, or punches for fun, or chatting or singing songs. Every time I pass through these stalls, the smell of the spicy lobster comes out and I'm dying, but I haven't eaten it outside. My parents have been saying, "Don't eat on the outside, it's unsanitary." And then there was the "shrimp powder" thing, which made me even less afraid to go outside and eat. He bought two pounds of lobster and asked for help. Don't say it tastes so good to me. It smells so good. There are other ways to deal with lobsters here
