When facing the Japanese, I would want to kneel down and call them grandpa. How could I dare to conflict with them?
They even have children. If she were to say, these people should be left without descendants!
"Sir, we're here, please slow down!"
Jiang Cha got off the rickshaw and the driver took her suitcase and put it on the steps of the hotel.
I handed him a dollar, waved my hand, and went straight up the stairs to push the door open and enter the hotel.
Not to mention how the car owner thanked her behind her back, just say that the doorman at the door was quite considerate.
As she stepped onto the stairs, the doorman picked up the box swiftly, walked to her and helped open the door.
When she entered the hotel lobby, the rich aroma of coffee refreshed her mind. After being jolted on the train for several days, she was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
The lobby has a smooth and shiny marble floor, and there are green plants next to a row of sofas at the door.
The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling emits light that makes the marble floor sparkle.
If the donkey cart and horse carriage that just came to pick up the bride outside was the life of ordinary people, then this place was like another world.
The waiter at the front desk had a sweet smile, and her eyes lit up when she heard that she was planning to stay here for a month.
"Hello, the room is on the fourth floor. If you have any questions, you can call the front desk at any time!"
Jiang Cha took the key and followed the doorman to a gate. After seeing him press the button, he realized that it was the elevator.
She had seen it in her daily life and in the United States, but this was the first time she had seen it in China.
Shanghai is a developed city but she doesn't stay in hotels. No matter how good a place is, it won't be as comfortable as her own little home!
It’s a pity that she can’t go back to her little nest, and she didn’t know that the bastard got it for free!
Not to mention the old city, most people sleep in inns, and the counters at the door are all staffed by bearded bosses, so there are no surprises at all.
I took the elevator, went upstairs and entered the room, handed the doorman a dollar, then closed the door and went in to check.
She wanted a room with a king-size bed, and the bed was a European-style copper-tube bunk bed.
There were some religious paintings on the bedside, but she couldn't understand the specific content.
There are shelves at all four corners of the bed, with layered bed curtains like those in the movies hanging on them.
There was an intercom phone on the bedside table, a rotary dial phone.
Next to the door is the bathroom, which has a bathtub and a toilet.
There is a dressing table next to the window, and next to it are a sofa and a coffee table with a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket on it.
Make sure there are no eavesdropping devices in the room, disinfect the bathtub and toilet, and then take a shower and change clothes.
He came out and ordered food using the intercom. Before the food arrived, Jiang Cha rolled up the bedding on the bed and put it into the space, then replaced it with his own.
I then lowered the bed curtain to cover myself, planning to go to bed after dinner.
There were no accidents on this trip, but the frequent inspections prevented her from sleeping soundly.
Because the train stops at irregular times, inspections often take place in the middle of the night.
Soon the waiter brought her the meal she ordered, and she ate the bacon spaghetti with a fork on the sofa.
There's no way around it, this is the way it is nowadays, many so-called high-end places only serve Western food.
If you order two bowls of noodles with gravy and add garlic cloves, even the waiter will look down on you.
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