Last Year, the smog in Beijing was quite heavy. I decided to escape to look for a blue sky and the fresh air. And we flew to Yunnan.
When I arrived at Kunming Airport, it was 8 pm already. Since I was in Yunnan, it would be a pity if not to eat Yunnan Rice Noodles. Only when I took my fist bite did I know those I had eaten before in Beijing could never be called the true Yunnan Rice Noodles.
On the first day, we came to Western Hill for a visit. The Western Hill is a range of 4 mountains stretchin


