Great Power Army Reclamation

The place where the two of them lived was an inn called Meilin Xiaoqi. The reason why I live here is because of this name.

In the accommodation industry where there are so-and-so guest houses and so-and-so hotels everywhere, this name particularly attracts them.

It was only after I moved in that I realized that this store had nothing to do with Merlin or an inn. It was just a mid-range guest house. It's just that if you stay, you just stay. There's nothing to be pretentious about. Isn't it just sleeping? Sleeping everywhere.

However, as soon as I lay down after eating, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw a pretty young woman.

The door was opened by Yang Geyong, who looked a bit fierce. The woman was obviously a little afraid of him, so she murmured and asked if she wanted a massage service?

Yang Geyong looked confused. He couldn't figure out when the hotel had this kind of business? Ye Yuze naturally understood what the woman was doing, but he rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Okay, but you have to call someone over and ask her to bring mahjong."

This time the woman looked confused and looked at her not knowing what she was doing. Ye Yuze pointed to the phone: "Don't make ink marks. Call someone quickly. If you're late, the fee will be halved."

The woman hesitated for a while and finally made the call. Soon, another woman walked in with a puzzled expression, carrying a pair of mahjong.

Ye Yuze and the others booked a business room with tables outside. So the four people set up the battlefield and started fighting.

Neither Ye Yuze nor Yang Geyong knew how to play Sichuan Mahjong. Without these two young ladies dedicated to teaching it, they naturally learned it very quickly.

When it lit up outside the window, the two young ladies remembered the purpose of their trip. What did Ai Ai want to say?

Ye Yuze pointed to the money on the table: "It's quite a lot. The tuition fees we taught this night are enough to cover your service fees."

The two young ladies looked at the money and then at Ye Yuze. Then he picked up the money, thanked him happily and left.

Before leaving, he left mahjong to Ye Yuze and the others as a souvenir, since the bamboo was not valuable anyway.

After the two people left, they were also sleepy, so they simply took a nap. When they woke up at noon, they went out to find something to eat. Far away from the hotel, a sign with a couple's lung slices appeared in front of them.

I saw that there were also dumplings and spicy rabbit heads in the store, so I ordered dumplings. As for the rabbit head, the two of them looked at it for a long time and couldn't figure out where to get some meat. So I gave up.

When the dumplings arrived, the two of them were a little dumbfounded. There were only five or six dumplings in the bowl. The dumplings were very beautiful. The skin was thin and the filling was big. The skin was so thin that you could see what was inside. But with this amount, I don’t know whether the boss plans to feed chickens or people?

Yang Geyong now has experience in this matter, and shouted directly to the boss: "According to this amount, ten parts will be in one basin, two basins."

The boss licked his ears in confusion, thinking he heard wrongly. Yang Geyong said it again, and then he nodded firmly. He entered the kitchen with a dull expression.

The couple's beef slices finally arrived. Not to mention, the rice bowl here is small, but the portion of the dish is not small. A large plate was served.

The two of them ate a few chopsticks and then looked at each other in confusion. Yang Geyong asked the boss again: "What we are waiting for is husband and wife lung slices. There are beef heart, tongue and leather, but there is no lung slices?"

The boss couldn't bear it anymore: "Did you know that there is a wife cake in Zhejiang? There is no room for my wife in it, so my wife made it."

Yang Geyong scratched his head: "Liar, what my wife makes can be called wife cake, but yours is not made of beef lungs?"

The boss stared for a long time, then suddenly sat down on the stool. He didn't want to talk anymore. At this time, the lady boss happened to come out with two basins. When she saw the boss was angry, she asked him what was wrong?

The boss turned his head and looked away. He didn't speak anyway.

In fact, Ye Yuze also wanted to know the answer. He originally thought that it was like the noodle lungs in Northern Xinjiang, cut into slices and stir-fried or mixed. Who would have thought that this thing had nothing to do with lungs.

But to be honest, it tasted pretty good and the two of them finished it in a short time. Then he cleaned up the dumplings, settled the accounts, and left.

The boss waited for the two people to walk out of the store, quickly stood up and came to their table. He wanted to know if the dumplings were finished?

It turned out that there was really no one left, so I stopped being angry instantly. It turned out that they were not looking for trouble, but they were really edible, right?

The landlady found him standing there in a daze and asked him what was going on? The boss told the reason.

The landlady scolded angrily: "You melon boy, how does he, a foreigner, know about our reputation in Chengdu? Why don't you just tell him about it? Are you angry?"

The boss scratched his head: "I'm stupid, am I so angry?"

The two of them walked out of the restaurant and walked on the street. The air here was very good, fresh and moist. After walking on the street for a long time, you can't see a speck of dust on your shoes. This is unimaginable in northern Xinjiang.

I happened to pass by a teahouse and walked in. The boss didn't say anything, just grabbed a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the pot. Then he filled it with water and brought it over to the two people, and then brought two more bowls.

Northern Xinjiang also has the habit of drinking tea, but they only drink tea bricks. Sichuan produces tea, so the tea here is not valuable. But it tastes really good.

Maybe it was dinner time, and they were the only two customers in the teahouse. Just after drinking for a while, two more middle-aged women came in. The two people were chattering about their parents' shortcomings. "

Because there were several Sichuanese in the company, Ye Yuze really understood what they were saying. The two of them also asked for tea, but after drinking it for a while, they asked Ye Yuze if they could play mahjong?

Yang Geyong had just learned how to be addicted and nodded quickly. The four of them played from about one o'clock until five o'clock in the afternoon. The two women went to cook.

I was lucky today. Although the game was only a dime, the two of them won more than three yuan together. No wonder the two women had gloomy faces when they left.

They decided to use the money to eat, and each of them had a pot of dumplings.

It was still the same restaurant at noon. Yang Geyong shouted: "Let's have a plate of heart, tongue, beef hide mixed with mixed food, and then two pots of dumplings."

When the boss saw them, he wanted to explain why there were no lungs in the beef slices, but he was angered by the name of the dish Yang Geyong.

He decided not to say anything, suffocating them to death. After Ye Yuze and the others left, the landlady saw that the boss was angry again. After knowing the reason, she cursed: "Are you angry with these two foreign hammers? Ha!"

The boss thought the same thing. He had made money from them anyway. He looked at the money on the counter and his eyes lit up. It should have been three and a half yuan, but they actually gave them three and a half yuan. These two haha!

The two of them went to Du Fu's Thatched Cottage. Du Fu was still admired by Ye Yuze, who was the only one in history who could be called a saint of poetry.

It is a full sense of honor to think about being able to stay in the same space with the elderly across time and space.