"At that wedding, I heard the best love story I have ever heard in my life. If there is a chance, if readers who read this column like it, I will consider retelling it. Of course, I will Change names and details so that the couple doesn't get confused...

"The most important thing I like about Utopia is that the food is delicious, the limited number of restaurants are of a very high standard, and the best is without a doubt the one attached to the 'Iris' hotel where I stayed Dining room.

"Whether it is the most basic fried steak, fried pork chops, charcoal grilled meat, pan-fried meat and fish, or more complicated or more difficult dishes such as lamb stew with peas, creamy soup, buttery mashed potatoes, baked potato skins, They have definitely reached the level of urban chefs. In addition, the chefs here are quite good at creating unique dishes and food, such as sweet and sour meat, and grilled fish with various seasonings repeatedly...

"The chefs of Utopia have not given up on the staple food that seems impossible to play tricks on. I have eaten all kinds of toast in this city: mashed taro, mashed potatoes, butter, light cream, and fruit Chunks... as long as you want, you won't eat repeated varieties within a week.

"And the most admirable of all the delicacies here are their desserts: "cream pudding, fruit pudding, Black Forest cake, carrot cake, milk cake, muffins, egg tarts...

"Writing this, I feel hungry again. That's why I don't want to leave after staying here for a week. What I'm most worried about now is not my wallet, but my weight. Mechanical scales, while complaining that they did not match.

"Utopia's red wines are also quite good, the only problem is that they all lack the precipitation of the age, and it seems that there is no such awareness in the estates around this town.

"Here, I would like to solemnly recommend a drink, Utopia Bubble Iced Tea, which is very special and has a more wonderful experience besides sweetness and bubbles...

"Every evening, I would go for a walk in the Municipal Square, which is also the favorite leisure place for the citizens of Utopia, and they have an extraordinary love for those white pigeons.

"I met a painter in the municipal square. His name is Anderson. He is handsome and has superb painting skills. Unfortunately, he is dumb...

"I also met a writer named Alsu, a rather strange name. He said that he was writing a novel and asked me to taste the beginning.

"As for his, I don't comment, I just feel strange that there are a few familiar names in the beginning.

"This includes Anderson, Wendy, well, this is the owner of my favorite bakery...

"I raised this question, and Alsu told me very seriously that when a writer can't think of a character's name, it is very reasonable to use people he knows as a reference.

"I agree.

"...

"Limited to space, this sharing ends here, I love you Charlotte."

Monica put down the pen, carefully read the manuscript twice, and corrected the mistakes in words and grammar.

She was a writer who was not well-known at first, and could only make a living by writing about third-rate love affairs�after she converted to "Evernight Goddess", her father almost cut off contact with her.

But ever since Ms. Fors Wall, who wrote "Storm Mountain Villa", created a travel column and received considerable popularity after the war, Monica also began to write travel notes for some newspapers in Backlund, which perfectly fits Her hobbies, and hobbies make her articles full of unique vitality, helping her become a well-known travel writer.

Charlotte is her pseudonym.

After the handwriting was completely dry, Monica copied another copy, stuffed it into an envelope, and put a stamp on it.

After confirming that the address was correct, the lady with wavy black hair and Dixie Bay style put on her handbag, left the hotel, and headed to the Utopia post office.

The post office was next door to the telegraph office, and every time Monica passed by the latter, it always felt like a waste.

In her opinion, there are very few things in Utopia that require telegrams, and it is too extravagant to have a dedicated telegraph office.

After sending the letter, Monica took a look at the sky and walked towards the municipal square.

When she came to the door of St. Arianna Church, she met Byers.

This is a policeman who once questioned Monica at the "Iris" Hotel because of the witness issue of Tracy's murder case.

Unfortunately, Monica didn't know that Mr. Wendell.

Nodding to each other, after greeting each other, Monica entered the church, found a place to sit, and quietly listened to the preaching of the pastor named Townsend. JrNovels.com