After half a day's flower appreciation, I went to Bantang old street. Here, between walking and stopping, the dripping tiles and window sill all hide the memory of fleeting years. Choose a restaurant at will, sit down, four or five friends, taste half soup authentic food, at the same time talk about the ideal of life, not pleasant. After dinner, walk in the old street at will, walk on the bluestone slab, walk on the dream bridge, looking at the big gate river waves with the wind, let the thoughts drift to the distance unconsciously. Soon came to the night, Bantang street in the night, bright lights, bustling, a mature and heavy image of the day, glowing with youth and vitality.

Braised crucian carp

Old goose soup

Steamed white fish

Canned beef

Steamed egg with silver carp