(Pretend) Pleasant hot spring trip
During the Qingming holiday, the third master went back to Beijing to accompany me for four days. I felt very happy (dan) happy (teng) during these four days, whether it was before the hot spring bath or when I came back after the hot spring bath.
The day when the third master arrived was his birthday. We had dinner with friends at night. After we finished eating, we saw that there were strawberries on the roadside for sale, because they were really cheap, and when I asked the boss whether it was sweet or not, The boss confidently answered "Of course it's sweet!", so my friends and I each bought a large bag.
Back at the hotel, the third master washed strawberries for me to eat. There is no basin in the hotel, so the third master washed one strawberry and one strawberry, put it in a disposable cup after washing, and filled four cups. He carefully plucked the stems of each strawberry, with such a diligent look, I guess he had to pluck out the strawberry seeds when I said I didn't like sesame seeds.
It's just that he started to eat after washing, he ate it by himself, and ate a cup in one go, not thinking about letting me at all.
I grabbed a cup angrily and asked him, "Why don't you give me something to eat?"
The third master grabbed the cup back, "I'll try it for you. I want to find something sweet for you. These strawberries are so sour, there's not one sweet."
I was skeptical, and took two that looked good for myself to try.
Sour, really sour, I have never eaten such a sour food when I grew up.
I patted the third master on the shoulder and praised him: "good comrade, don't waste it, eat it all, remember to give me something sweet."
Later, the third master ate the whole bag of strawberries, and there were two or three less sour ones in the middle, and he also left them to me.
The next day we bought another box of strawberries. The third master still washed it and tried it. I thought he was so caring and couldn't help but look at him more.
Looking at these two more times, I found a problem. The night before, he always took a small bite before eating it, but this time he seemed to eat the strawberry in one bite.
I have amazing sensitivities when it comes to food.
When there was still half a bowl left, the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became, and asked him hesitantly, "Are these too sour?"
Who knew that just after I asked this question, he jumped a meter away like a frightened roe deer, and then quickly filled the remaining strawberries into his mouth, trying to destroy the evidence.
Later, I saved three strawberries from him and tasted them, and they were really sweet.
The third master threw all the pot to those innocent strawberries: "it's so delicious, I forgot what I'm doing."
Went for western food and ordered a vegetable salad, the green peppers in it both of us didn't like to eat.
But I am as diligent and thrifty as I am, thinking that all the money in the bowl is money that cannot be wasted, so I said to the third master: "Well, if you eat a piece, I will kiss you. Do you want to kiss?"
After the third master heard it, he immediately started to eat green peppers without frowning.
I felt very emotional, and pushed him shyly: "It's an old husband and wife, you still care about my kiss~"
The third master ate the green peppers, "It's okay to eat the kiss or not, don't eat... Hehe, you will definitely say that I don't care about your kiss, it may be a terrorist attack."
I'm speechless, and he... eats or doesn't eat the same thing.
The hot spring hotel is on the mountain, a very remote mountain. There is a restaurant on the mountain. There is a set menu of 129 yuan.
The dishes were almost finished, but there was only half a bowl of rice left, and I said distressedly: "If I knew this much earlier, I should have told the waiter in advance that only two bowls of rice will be served."
The third master comforted me: "it's okay, there are pigs in the back of the mountain, and they will feed the pigs with their leftovers."
I retorted: "But people can eat it, so why feed it to pigs, it's still a waste."
The third master gave me a deep look: "all things are equal, where do you have a sense of superiority that you are stronger than pigs?"
I:"… ???"
Although the words are correct, I always feel that something is not quite right...
The hot spring trip was nothing like what I imagined.
The small pool in the suite is similar to the pool in the bathhouse; the TV signal is very poor, and every station is replaced by snowflakes; there are few people on the mountain, and we can't go out after dark, so the third master and I can only play table tennis in the activity room. Ball, just like a retired old man and an old lady.
The key is that the transportation on the mountain is inconvenient. From one scenic spot to another scenic spot and then back to the city, it costs hundreds of dollars just for a car.
While waiting for the bus, I squatted in the quiet open space of the park, sad like a monkey.
The third master touched my head: "it's not nothing."
I looked up and asked him, "What's the harvest?"
The third master thought for a while: "Last night when we sang K last night, it was one hundred and one hours. You and the boss negotiated for one hundred and three hours. It's amazing."
I rolled my eyes, what a harvest!
The third master thought for a while, and patted my head again to comfort me, who was squatting: "This morning's breakfast buffet, you took so many things and finished it, I saw, the family of three at the next table didn't eat anything for you. many!"
I jumped up and chased him for half a kilometer.
After returning to the city, because I walked too much, I slept late the next day, and it was almost noon and I didn't get up.
The third master called me several times, but I still didn't respond, so after shaving, he rolled the razor around my chin.
The humming sound successfully woke me up.
The third master smiled: "Are you up?"
I asked him dumbfounded: "You shaved like this, am I going to grow a beard?"
Before he could answer, I lay on the bed and cried aggrieved, thinking in horror that I was going to grow a beard.
The third master tore off the quilt I was holding and said to me very solemnly, "don't cry, it's okay, don't say you have a beard, even if you grow a chirp, I will like you."
I was stunned for a moment, and thought about his words carefully. I felt that the words of this love were very reverie, and I cried even more aggrieved.
The author has something to say: Some readers say that this book is like danmei. Now I want to face up to what I have in Sanye's heart. [Serious face.
I'm getting engaged next week, I'll tell you when I have fun~