"Are you unsatisfied with life,
And haven't laughed for ages, not knowing why,
If you're unhappy and don't like it here,
Why not just head west to Dali..."
In a small bar in Cai Village, a rather portly man was sitting at the top, singing this song with heartfelt emotion.
"I never noticed before, but the fat guy's singing is pretty good." Foye took a sip of beer, his body leaning slightly to one side on the sofa.
Apart from the initial appearance of five Indian Bodhisattvas, which nearly caused the situation to collapse, the past two days had been peaceful. In this romantic and picturesque place, it's a bit difficult not to suit yourself with local customs. Of course, this is also because neither Foye nor the Monk belong to the ascetic type. They are well aware of the principles of adapting to local conditions and enjoying life timely.
