"It's so cool and comfortable in here."
Ah Mian never knew that a food business could be so big. Every single thing was an absolute delight, even the stools under her were soft and made her want to lie down and sleep.
Meng Chijian returned with the tray, as he was temporarily keeping the money in case it was stolen.
The tray was overflowing with food: two large roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) buns, baked to a golden brown and emitting an enticing aroma; four fried chicken wings; a large box of golden-brown potato fries; and two iced drinks.
"Mmm... this meat-filled pancake is so delicious, such a satisfying bite of meat! How did they fry this crispy batter? Amazing! You can't taste any of the meat's gaminess at all..." Ah Mian's eyes narrowed contentedly as she took a big gulp of her iced drink, then her eyes widened in surprise, her teeth chattering, "So cold... so icy... there's fizz in it."
This feeling was so unfamiliar that A-Mian found it hard to get used to the taste.
But after eating the roujiamo (Chinese meat sandwich), I felt a bit dry and couldn't help but want to drink some water.
"The fried chicken wings were the best; I almost bit my tongue... The potato fries were good too."
Meng Chijian ordered more than usual, and seeing that her belly was round and full, he looked at the little note that had just been handed to him.
This meal just cost 83 yuan.
Ah Mian noticed that the waiters here were all very friendly; they didn't rush customers after they finished eating. Not only them, but other customers were the same way, and could rest at their tables for as long as they wanted.
"Let's sit here and enjoy the cool air for a while and rest."
"Um."
After all, I spent over eighty yuan, so I can't just leave like this.
We should enjoy it.
Meng Chijian ate the last few potato strips, while A Mian slept on the table for a while. When she woke up, there were several red marks on the side of her face.
"Hmm. You know... do you think we can eat here and then sleep here overnight?" A-Mian whispered in his ear, "I just asked the waiter, and this place is open all day."
"But there's nowhere to shower here, and it's so hot."
Okay, then there's no room for discussion.
“Then I’ll have one of the iced ones too.” A-Mian pointed to the ice cream on the glowing sign.
These papers will be useless to them when they return to their own time. Meng Chijian waved his hand and said, "Buy them."
Next, we looked for an inn to stay in.
After visiting several shops with "hotel" signs, Meng Chijian insisted on checking the rooms first. Firstly, he was paranoid and felt the rooms weren't very clean (he had learned to check for dust on the doors to judge cleanliness). Secondly, he thought the rooms were all... too small.
It was much smaller than their house, cramped and narrow, and suffocating.
Finally, we managed to find a large inn. The guard at the entrance said it was the off-season and only 600 yuan a night, whereas it would normally cost 1,000 yuan. It was a great deal.
As soon as A-Mian entered, she was dazzled by the magnificent gold and white.
"Yes, that's right. Sir, your room type includes a buffet breakfast, and the hotel pool is also available at any time..."
Meng Chijian booked five nights in advance.
"Okay, sir, please show your ID cards."
Amian looked around, finding everything fascinating. Soon she saw a row of very soft chairs, presumably for people to rest, with delicate pastries laid out on the table. She poured herself a glass of juice from a paper cup and sat on what she called a "sofa," but she didn't slouch or lie down, otherwise some nagging person would come and nag her about "sitting properly."
She tasted the snacks one by one.
These pastries were exceptionally sweet, sweeter than any Ah Mian had ever had before, and had a delicate texture that made them impossible to stop eating.
Are you alone?
Suddenly, a man sat down next to A-Mian. He was wearing a suit of clothes that looked like armor to her, with very straight lines, and a black rope around his neck.
The man had a strange-looking object perched on his nose, containing two small, glassy shards. Moreover, a faint scent of citrus and wood chips suddenly filled the air.
Probably not expecting Ah Mian's reaction—she had been staring at him as if he were some kind of gorilla in a zoo—the man loosened his tie and asked awkwardly, "How old are you?"
A-Mian asked, "What's the name of this dress you're wearing?"
"...This is a custom-made suit, isn't it? Linen. There's nothing wrong with it, is there?" The man tried to remain calm. Could it be that the young woman in front of him had such sharp eyes that she immediately saw through the fact that the suit wasn't custom-made just by looking him up and down?
Or did he realize that the IWC watch on his wrist was fake?
She looks so innocent on the surface, but she's actually a gold digger who's been through a lot and seen it all.
"Oh." A-Mian continued eating her snacks.
She felt that this kind of clothing would look better on people with broad shoulders and long legs.
I'll secretly bring one home and have Meng Chijian wear it for her.
To prevent him from always making her wear that "spaghetti strap dress".
The man took a deep breath: "I'm here on a business trip, it was a bit rushed, so I just bought this outfit on short notice. I'm staying on the top floor of this hotel, um... what kind of bags do you like? Or are you into anime/manga? Cosplayer? What kind of Lolita fashion do you like? There's a shopping mall nearby, we can go shopping."
He had to take a gamble, betting that the problem was with the clothes, not the watch.
After all, the watch just flashed by so quickly, even a god couldn't tell if it was real or fake, right?
As a result, Ah Mian got the answer she wanted, finished her snacks, and left without paying any attention to anyone!
"Check-in is complete, on the fifteenth floor." Meng Chijian glanced at the person on the sofa, and their eyes met.
The person on the sofa had a livid face. The two people in front of him were clearly a couple, dressed in strange-looking clothes that resembled ancient costumes.
What's going on?
What kind of taste does this girl have? Does she even know how to find a sugar daddy?!
Meng Chijian withdrew his gaze and looked down at A-Mian, who was studying the elevator.
Amian said, "I've got an idea. Find a button that looks similar to the one on the card... Fifteen, fifteen..." She pressed it and saw the button magically light up. "Holding onto this, it feels a little shaky."
"Yes, if you're scared, don't look down."
The elevator was transparent, and A-Mian wasn't afraid of heights; she found it very fun.
Meng Chijian didn't ask what the person had just told her. They walked along the carpet that felt like clouds, found the room, and placed the cards on it, just like everyone else.
Drip—drip—
Pushing open the door, they were greeted by a cityscape where the city lights were just coming on.
Amian walked to the window and saw people walking around on the street like ants. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
So magnificent, yet so insignificant.
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