After a two and a half hour flight, we landed at Xiaoli City Airport.

Xu Qingzhi booked a homestay in advance. During the summer vacation, tourist attractions were very popular and the room rate was not cheap, at 3,500 yuan per night.

The B&B owner sent a special car to pick us up.

An hour's journey to the B&B.

The closer you get to the tourist attraction, the harder the road becomes. The traffic was stuck at the last intersection for ten minutes.

The four rooms all face the sea.

Wang Yanmei took out her treasured silk scarf, stood on the balcony, started taking beautiful photos, and then posted them to her waist drum team's WeChat group.

Xu Qingzhi was afraid that his grandfather would not be able to get used to his stay there, so he put down his luggage and went to knock on his grandfather's door.

The old man opened the door and a wave of hot air rushed in.

She turned on the air conditioner in the room, but not too cold, for fear that grandpa's bones couldn't stand the cold. She just made the room a little less hot, but just a livable temperature.

Xu Dongru looked around the room and asked, "This house must be expensive, right?"

"Grandpa, when you go out to play, don't think about money, or you won't have fun." Xu Qingzhi took out his cell phone, "Come on, stand here, and I'll take a picture of you."

The balcony is made of transparent glass and there is no visual obstruction.

Behind me, the sunlight shines on the sparkling water, like tiny stars.

The old man, who was traveling for the first time, felt awkward in everything he did. He leaned against the glass on the balcony, carefully pinched the corner of his clothes under the last button, and pulled it hard twice, trying to make the clothes look a little more ironed.

"Qingzhi, is this okay?"

Xu Qingzhi nodded, "Okay, Grandpa."

She clicked the camera button and a picture was taken.

She trotted over and showed the photo to Grandpa, "Look, how's the photo?"

The old man nodded happily: "It looks great, it would be nice if your grandma was here."

Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment.

She whispered, "As long as you think about her, she will come."

Missing her is like a thread. As long as you miss her, she will always be there.

The old man smiled twice, "Never mind that. This photo is really beautiful. I was planning to go to the photo studio in the county to take a photo. I think this photo is pretty good and looks very energetic. I'll use the thing you young people know how to cut out the picture. Just use this."

Xu Qingzhi was confused for a moment and asked, "What are you taking pictures of?"

"While my legs and feet are still good, I want to take a photo that looks energetic, not like your grandma, who lost so much weight that I asked someone to come to my house to take the photo. At that time, I didn't look like her at all."

Xu Qingzhi then realized that her grandfather was talking about the posthumous portrait.

Yes, all the old people in the village are like this.

When you get older, you will prepare your own coffin in advance and take photos, for fear that something unexpected will happen and you won’t even have a photo.

Xu Qingzhi patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa. You still have a long life ahead of you. Don't worry about this."

In the evening, the B&B has a dedicated dining area and a buffet.

Maybe because the room rate is not cheap, the dishes are also very rich.

The overall dishes are quite different from those in Meicheng, and many of them are the first time Xu Qingzhi has seen them.

Wang Yanmei looked at the pot of green things and asked Qingzhi: "What is this?"

Xu Qingzhi looked up, saw the sign above, and replied, "Scrambled eggs with pine needles."

Xu Qingzhi had never eaten it, so he was not sure, but it looked like that thing. "It looks like pine needles, but maybe they are a little tender?"

Wang Yanmei looked puzzled: "Oh, I've never eaten this before."

Xu Qingzhi picked up the tongs and put some on his plate. "Since I'm here, I might as well give it a try. Grandpa, do you want some?"

With Xu Qingzhi around, Grandpa was like a child being taken care of the whole time. He nodded, and Xu Qingzhi picked up some and put it on his plate.

Xu Qingzhi didn’t understand some of the dishes and could only ask the B&B staff.

"What is this fickle thing?"

The young lady explained: "It is a kind of waterweed in our ear sea."

Okay, Xu Qingzhi has never eaten this either, so have some.

There are also mushrooms, mushroom fried ham, bamboo shoots and bacon, special braised chicken, hot and sour fish, steamed chicken, fried milk fan, pomegranate flower fried meat...

Xu Qingzhi picked up some of the food he had never tried before.

The taste is even better than I expected.

Especially the taste of scrambled eggs with pine needles.

"I think this pine needle scrambled eggs is quite delicious." Xu Qingzhi said.

Xu Zijun took a bite and immediately exclaimed, "What a strange taste."

Xu Qingzhi asked seriously: "Don't you feel the fragrance of pine needles? Mixed with scrambled eggs, it's delicious. How delicious."

This scrambled eggs with pine needles is exactly what she likes.

Xu Zijun frowned, took a bite, but still couldn't eat it.

He uttered three words coldly: "I don't think so."

Xu Fuqiang was not picky about anything and just watched the children quarreling.

Wang Yanmei tasted it and said, "It's not bad, it's quite fragrant."

Then he looked at Xu Zijun and said, "I think you are just picky about food. Look at how delicious the vegetables your sister grows are. She is not a picky eater, ever since she was a child."

Xu Zijun: “…”

He avoided the topic and tried the fried milk fan. Children are always particularly interested in this kind of thing.

"Mm, this fried milk fan is delicious."

Xu Qingzhi took a bite, and with a light bite, the crispy roasted breast fan opened in his mouth, and it tasted really good.

Wang Yanmei took a bite and said, "Yue". "What a strange taste. It's a bit sour. Has it gone bad?"

Xu Zijun: "It's not sour, it's delicious. Mom, I think you're a bit picky about food."

Xu Qingzhi, her father, and her grandfather were all smiling.

"You're itching for a fight. Don't think I don't dare to hit you when we're out in public." Wang Yanmei stretched out her hand and hit the air, but in the end she held back because she was outside.

On the first day of traveling here, some dishes have already become minefields for some people.

Fortunately, everyone is used to eating dishes like the special braised chicken, spicy and sour fish, bamboo shoots and bacon.

(End of this chapter)