Chapter 1005: The Non-Existent Father

At noon, Lu Yao and the other two had a buffet at the hotel restaurant. There were many kinds of food here and the taste was good.

Seeing Song Shiyi's plate full of food, Lu Yao couldn't help but be curious: "The restaurant is downstairs, why were you eating instant noodles just now?"

“It’s appetizing.”

Song Shiyi cut a piece of grilled lamb chops and said, "If you eat instant noodles every day, you will find the taste very greasy and heavy, but if you eat it once in a while, it will be very appetizing. You can try it. The secret is to eat the instant noodles in smaller portions."

Lu Yao said: "Your memory of eating seems to be well preserved."

“Muscle memory and reflexes.”

Song Shiyi made an OK gesture: "The memory in the mind will be forgotten, but the body will give feedback when it smells the taste of the food you like. At least when it comes to eating, everyone's body is more honest."

Lu Yao nodded: "Indeed."

Song Shiyi next to her was busy eating a large plate of beef fried rice, which was garnished with some shrimp, chicken and crab legs. She still loved rice so much.

At this time, Lu Yao thought of a question.

The appetite of the Godhead is quite exaggerated. If more and more people gain the authority of Godhead, I am afraid that the current agriculture on Earth will have to be upgraded to meet their needs. It is okay to try the food of the virtual universe occasionally, but if you eat it for a long time, you will always feel that something strange will happen.

Lu Yao was eating a roll of fried noodles and asked Song Shiyi, "Can I eat Xuzhou's food for a long time?"

"Yes, I have tested this myself."

Song Shiyi blinked. "The food over there is completely within the reach of a godly being's strong physique. Whether we bring the food over there or eat it over there, we will have diarrhea and become weak after eating too much... The root cause is that the two different dimensions have different natural laws."

Lu Yao couldn't help but think of the canned Red Dragon food he had tasted.

Feeling that something tastes bad is probably a form of physiological rejection and self-protection.

Song Shiyi said, "Should I tell Nonglan about the situation here?"

"Have you checked her?"

"Yeah. No problem."

Lu Yao agreed.

Song Shiyi made a phone call and said, "Nonglan expressed her gratitude to us. She hopes to be our host and guide us during this period... Do you think it's okay?"

"Can."

Lu Yao got the remains of Tai Sui, at least what Nong Lan said was true.

Having a local god is always more convenient. Although Anan has no problems, he is somewhat official, so it is hard to relax with him around.

About twenty minutes later, Nonlan arrived outside the hotel.

Today she was wearing a close-fitting light pink short-sleeved shirt, a bun, a denim skirt, a canvas bag across her body, and of course a thin strap around her neck. Unlike last night, Nonlan was also wearing a pink mask.

"Are you catching a cold?" Song Shiyi asked.

"no."

Nonlan whispered a little embarrassedly: "I wanted to put on better makeup, but it didn't work very well. I haven't put on makeup for a long time... I just use a mask to cover it up."

Lu Yao observed carefully and found that Nonglan had a new head.

She used to have a gentle feminine face, but now she has turned into a woman with single eyelids. Her face has become much longer, with prominent cheekbones, which is completely different from her previous face shape.

This is what makeup means.

Song Shiyi doesn't have any particular place she wants to go. She said that when she was an artist, she would often come here to get some fresh air, but she didn't find this place new.

Finally, act according to Lu Yao's plan.

They first went to the Bangkok Doll Museum, which was relatively close.

This museum is located in a residential area and is hard to find. It is more like a private collection room open to the public. Because the space is not large, you need to make an appointment to enter, and you can only enter and exit freely on Saturday.

Nong Lan communicated with the owner of the house and actually persuaded him to allow Lu Yao and others to temporarily enter for a visit, and also gave each of them a bottle of herbal tea.

"People usually come here with their children, and many of them want to buy the dolls here."

As Nonglan walked, she introduced: "This place was established in 1956, and it has a history of nearly 60 years. There are about 400 dolls in total. Dolls are exhibited here, and various dolls are also produced. The materials are mainly produced in Thailand. There are characters from the traditional Thai drama Khon Opera, ethnic groups from various tribes in Thailand, etc...."

Lu Yao looked around the small museum.

There are many glass display cases inside, with various dolls placed very compactly on them, showing some dancing, some fighting, and some beating drums and playing music.

Most Thai dolls are brightly dressed, with gold or silver decorations, or wearing strange masks. In addition, there are Santa Claus, Japanese girls, small stone statues, African dolls, Lego dolls, Mario and red dragons, as well as various cities, villages and courtyards made of toys.

In this not very spacious room, the lights were as dim as oil. The dolls sealed in the glass box showed strange smiles and all faced the tourists. The scene had an inexplicable eerie feeling.

The meaning of a doll in Thailand is quite different from what Lu Yao imagined.

As we all know, the beginning of a horror movie is that you know something is wrong, but you still have to go through with it.

Lu Yao decided to change to the next one.

The second place we went to was the Jim Thompson House.

This place is a small villa. The original owner, Jim, an American, came to Thailand as a spy during World War II and later settled in Bangkok for a long time. He promoted the Thai silk industry and made Jim Thompson's silk scarves the Hermès of the silk world in the eyes of Thais. Later, Jim Thompson disappeared in Malaysia, which made his story even more legendary.

Jimmy is also an architect. He visited various places in Thailand, selected 6 distinctive houses, disassembled them, shipped them back, and redesigned and reassembled them. There are also a large number of cultural relics he collected from all over the world, which make up the current Jim Thompson House, which is also a distinctive museum.

The red Thai-style building is located in a large number of tropical green plants, with deep walking paths inside, shaped like a miniature tropical rainforest. Many tourists stroll here, drink afternoon tea, take photos, and admire the photo wall and various silks here.

Song Shiyi and Nong Lan were chatting very enthusiastically.

Lu Yao felt tired after walking around for ten minutes.

This place is not suitable for me, I might as well go back and play mobile games.

With a caring boost like Isabel, the gaming experience couldn’t be better.

When Lu Yao walked to the door, he saw some vendors setting up stalls across the street. One of them was an old man pushing a cart, seemingly roasting some snacks. The old man was wearing a big apron, had few hairs left, dark skin, and was skinny.

He was stunned.

Manu?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Although the dress is a little different, they are so similar.

Lu Yao ran across the street and found the old man.

The other party looked over and pointed to his own stall: "eat?"

Lu Yao nodded.

Then the old man started to prepare food.

He used a black iron baking pan to make a kind of charcoal-grilled pudding, which was basically a batter with coconut cream added, then baked and served with crispy green onions. This snack was unexpectedly delicious, and Lu Yao made a gesture.

"Ten!"

I'll eat ten.

The old man happily wrapped it in lotus leaves for him.

Then a new problem arose. Lu Yao didn't speak Thai, and the old man didn't look like he could speak Chinese.

He also found that he had no money in his pocket. Because he was with Song Shiyi, he left this matter to her and only had to carry the bag. Many Thai stalls accept WeChat and Alipay, but this one doesn't.

So after Lu Yao finished eating, he made the same gesture again, ten more!

Then he quickly called for help.

Song Shiyi and Nong Lan arrived here quickly.

With Nonglan as the local translator, the communication became smoother. Especially after Nonglan gave the tip, the old man became more talkative.

The old man's name is Zhan Lak, and he makes a living by selling coconut pudding and doing odd jobs.

Lu Yao asked him: "Do you have a brother?"

Nong Lan translated, "He said yes, but his brother died of illness when he was young. He also has a younger sister who is now married in Chiang Mai... He asked you, why do you ask this?"

Lu Yao looked at the old man: "Because I know someone who looks very similar to him."

Nonglan talked to Chanrak. This time the two talked for a long time, explaining and thinking about each other repeatedly, and finally the old man nodded.

"He said you might be looking for his father."

"Because many people had come to him before and asked about his father. He only remembered his mother, but he had no memory of his father at all, no impression at all, as if he never existed. After their mother died, the three brothers and sisters of Chamla lived with relatives. When they were young, people often came to ask about his father's situation."

"Many years have passed and no one has asked about this anymore."

The old man took out a cracked cell phone from his pocket and opened a black and white photo.

Lu Yao took a look and saw a photo of a woman and her three children, but there was a large empty space on her left, as if there was supposed to be another person there.

In the old photo, the woman was smiling, and her hairstyle and features were exactly the same as those that old Manu had repeatedly traced on paper.

The forgotten who cannot be remembered.

Manu should be Chanrak's father.

Lu Yao asked: "Those people are looking for your father's whereabouts?"

"They were looking for something they said was from my father. It was the fang of some animal, covered in blood, and was used to make an amulet."

"But I don't know anything. I've never seen anything like this."

Blood-marked fangs? Lu Yao realized that this might not be a simple matter.

Normally he would pull away.

However, Manu helped him get the Suihou Pearl, so he helped him this time as well.

(End of this chapter)