"Let's go pick up Xiaotong and Dad first, then we'll meet up with the myna bird. Grandma, you two can get some more sleep," Ye Qingqing said.
Today we're going to Hakone to meet Ding Hachi and his wife, as well as Inukai Yoshi and his wife, and Keiko and Inukai Yoshi's parents and relatives. The whole family is here, and they want to personally express their gratitude. Thanks to Ye Qingqing, their family was able to reunite, and she is their great benefactor.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'll get up and walk around a bit. That fruit wine tastes sweet, but it has a strong aftereffect. My head is still spinning."
The old lady got out of bed, rubbing her temples as she spoke, determined not to drink again for the rest of the journey, otherwise she would embarrass herself.
"Drinking a little is fine, it can even soothe your stomach, just don't drink too much."
Ye Qingqing smiled and said that she had also tried the fruit wine. The taste was indeed okay, and the alcohol content was not high. The wines here are generally very mild, but the taste is quite strange. For example, Ye Qingqing couldn't get used to the world-famous sake, and felt that the taste was weird.
So, as the saying goes, different places nurture different people. When Chinese people go to China, they may find that Chinese cuisine doesn't suit their taste!
The fruit wine is quite good, though; it would taste even better with some ice.
Although many of the local customs and eating habits originated from China, they have been Westernized in many ways. The most obvious example is ice water. Locals love to drink ice water, and if you go to an izakaya (Japanese pub) to eat, the water served will definitely be iced unless you specifically ask.
Moreover, there are ice pots on the tables, and local diners add ice themselves, which is very similar to Westerners. Unlike the Chinese, who generally drink warm water and rarely drink ice water unless it is a hot summer day, they usually just drink boiled water.
Ye Qingqing felt that going out for a walk was very interesting. Although reading ten thousand books is equivalent to traveling ten thousand miles, many small details of life can only be known through personal experience, and cannot be learned from books.
After chatting with the old lady and the others for a few minutes, Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo went downstairs to have the buffet breakfast. There were two options: a Western breakfast and a Japanese breakfast. Ye Qingqing decisively chose the Western breakfast.
I really can't get used to the traditional food here; at least with Western food, I can eat some bread and fruit.
But the fruit here is pitifully scarce. They are staying in a five-star hotel, and the variety and quantity are both limited. No wonder people say that grapes are eaten by the piece here, and a watermelon costs several hundred yuan. Although that's an exaggeration, the prices are indeed expensive.
Ye Qingqing looked around but couldn't find any food that suited her taste. She wanted savory soy milk and steamed buns, and also fried dough sticks. If all else failed, porcelain rice balls would be fine too, but there was nothing there.
There was only dry bread, a wide variety, but none of it was to her liking. Luckily, there were fried eggs. She hastily ate two fried eggs and two bananas, making do with a meager meal. Later, she found a secluded spot and retrieved some food from her spatial storage.
Thank God, she has a space where she doesn't have to go hungry.
Ye Tong and Ye Mingcheng stayed at a hotel arranged by the local Go Association. It wasn't too far from their hotel, so Lu Mo had the hotel call a taxi. They arrived at their destination in just ten minutes. Ye Mingcheng was waiting at the hotel entrance and was overjoyed to see them.
"Xiao Tong is playing chess with Master Cui up there. I'll take you up there." Ye Mingcheng was very excited.
He had only been away from home for three days, but he had missed her terribly. Now he was finally able to see his daughter.
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