At noon, the whole family went to the most famous restaurant in Beverly for a meal. Qingshan felt it was okay, but Luo Wenyuan felt that his uncle's money was not worth it. The cooking skills of the three-star Michelin chef were not even half as good as Qingshan's, but the price he asked for was not low. It was unknown where his confidence came from.
In the afternoon, Luo Wenyuan took Qingshan out for a drive. He found an opportunity to release Yin'er and Hong Deng from their space, so they could see the exotic scenery. Yin'er sat in the back seat of the convertible, his mouth wide open, enjoying the breeze, while Hong Deng hummed and sang along the way, much to Qingshan's annoyance. He envied Luo Wenyuan for not being able to hear his pets' voices.
At the same time, on a beach along the long coastline of Angeles City, tall palm trees grow in groups along the coastline, and surfing and swimming enthusiasts from all over the world swim and have fun here.
The beach is open to the public free of charge, so hundreds of people gather here. Some play Indian war drums, sand bells, congas and other instruments, while others dance to the music and sing loudly, creating a lively atmosphere.
There are rich and poor people in the world. Free beaches not only attract a large number of tourists, but also provide shelter and many food sources for homeless vagrants. Every day, a large number of vagrants rummage through the trash cans near the beach for leftover food from tourists. The soft sand is a free Simmons mattress. As long as the vagrants do not harass tourists and beg, the police will not deliberately drive them away.
On a bench on a wooden pier by the sea lay a homeless man. His clothes were dirty and torn, their color and texture impossible to discern. His exposed skin was a tan from years of sun exposure. His hair was like a mop, and his face was untidy, making it difficult to discern his features.
The homeless man huddled on the bench, his eyes tightly shut, mumbling something incomprehensible, his body twitching from time to time, as if he were having a nightmare. Suddenly, the homeless man yelled "Ah!" and kicked the ground to sit up, startling another black man who was picking up scum as he passed by.
"Damn, Arthur, you having a nightmare again?"
The old man fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out a dirty medicine bottle, and handed it to the homeless man: "Here, I found it in the trash can behind Frank's clinic. It's alprazolam. It's only expired for half a year. Take it, it's good for your sleep!"
The homeless man stared at the star pattern on the medicine bottle, and his eyes flashed for a moment. He reached out and grabbed the bottle and looked at it carefully, but in the next moment his eyes became dull and confused again, as if he didn't know why he was holding this small bottle that could not be eaten or used. He raised his hand and threw it away, turned around and lay down to continue sleeping.
The old black man sighed, picked up the medicine bottle tremblingly, put a half-eaten hamburger next to the homeless man, and pushed his scavenger cart away.
In the afternoon, the two returned to the Tong family villa. In order to avoid unnecessary explanations, Yin'er and Hongdeng continued to stay in the space and wait for an opportunity to come out for a walk.
Qingshan personally cooked a few home-cooked dishes for dinner, but the usually gentlemanly Tong Youwei forgot his table manners and ate with a mouthful of grease. Luo Shaolan and his daughter were no better. Even the radish flowers Qingshan had carved as a side dish were snatched up by Tong Nina, leaving Luo Wenyuan dumbfounded.
"Brother, no wonder you said the Norlan Western Restaurant tasted just average at noon. If I ate such delicious food every day, I would also think that a Michelin three-star restaurant tasted just average!"
"That's right! Hey, hey, hey, eat slowly because you're the one eating. No one's trying to snatch it from you. Don't choke! No wonder Daddy said he's fatter than before. It's hard not to get fat if you eat such delicious food every day!"
Luo Wenyuan didn't have enough to eat at noon. Seeing the second aunt's family eating in such a useless way, he felt both amused and helpless.
Qingshan stuffed a cup of hot tea into his hand and whispered, "I still have a few baskets of crab roe dumplings in my space. I'll give them to you when I get back to your room!"
Luo Wenyuan was so moved that his eyes turned red. Look, my wife still cares about me!
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