Christchurch City is imbued with a rich English cultural atmosphere.
Along the way, he saw a theatre, modern art gallery, winery, and more—all of which were, without exception, vintage European architecture.
Besides, as Stitch had said, it was indeed a feast of ice cream here.
Thanks to the thriving livestock and cheese industries, there were ice cream parlors everywhere on the streets of Christchurch.
There was a plethora of ice cream flavors available, and Zifeng even saw energy ice creams meant for pet creatures, which, of course, were much more expensive.
"Ying!" Qiuqiu placed its little paws to its mouth, staring eagerly at the various ice creams and drooling.
Its gaze kept darting toward Zifeng as if the word "want" was written all over its face.
"Greedy little thing," Zifeng poked Qiuqiu's belly.
"Ying!"
Qiuqiu protested by waving its little paws.
Could this be called greed?
This was called appreciating fine food!
