The conscience of heaven and earth, Sun Liang threw away the cards at that time, completely because he saw Song Mu come back and felt that the cards could not be played, so he threw them away, and it had nothing to do with winning or losing.

If he really has a bad brand, he will probably flip the table long after losing for so long, how can he wait until the end to repay the debt?

The real answer made Sun Liang feel very aggrieved, and he wanted to complain to Song Mu for a few words, but Song Mu patted him on the shoulder first: "This kind of thing can't be said to be right or wrong, don't throw cards so early next time, or don't play cards with your uncle." This...... Well, just admit that you're unlucky. ”

"No way!" Sun Liang shook his head firmly: "I have to play cards with my uncle when I go back!" ”

When Song Mu heard him say no, he thought that he couldn't swallow this breath, and he was going to find Mr. Fujiwara to reason for a while, and when he heard the latter sentence, he completely relieved his heart.

However, she was a little curious about Sun Liang's decision: "Why do you still want to fight him?" Do you want to prove once again that your brand is okay? ”

"Of course not!" Sun Liang's words were categorical: "Even if it's not good to find him to theorize, I have to repay the sorrow of being wronged!" I'm going to throw away his armor in the next game, and I don't believe that their luck will be so good next time! ”

Song Mu: "......"

Is this considered an alternative gentleman to take revenge for ten years?

Song Mu was too lazy to argue with Sun Liang anymore, and gave him a thumbs up, which deserved his admiration for this hero......

While talking, they came to the restaurant of the hot spring inn, and Song Mu and the others sat down around a long table, unlike eating in the house, only a few set meals were served in the restaurant.

The so-called set meal actually means a set meal. It's just that the term "set meal" is not very popular in Huaguo now, so Fujiwara Yuta's explanation, except for Song Mu and Han Yangqiu who fully understand, the remaining three are still a little confused.

"Lunch box, lunch box you know, right?" Song Mu had a flash of inspiration, and came up with a more similar statement.

"...... lunch box?" Sun Liang and the others still don't understand very well.

Song Mu then remembered that in this era in China, box lunches don't seem to be common.

This made Song Mu a little embarrassed, racked her brains and thought for a long time, but she didn't come up with a more appropriate explanation, she simply waved her hand and said: "It doesn't matter what it means, you just say that you want to eat steak, food or beef pot!" ”

"I'll eat." Shen Chang said to Song Mu with a smile on his face: "It's not easy to come to the country, it's better to experience more food." ”

Han Yangqiu had similar thoughts to Shen Chang, so he also asked for a meal.

Sun Liang and Zhang Si have deep respect for their choice, but they are not ready to experience food abuse again.

People in this era are generally a little flattering, and the same is true for Zhang Si, so he thinks that steak is a high-grade Western food, so he chose steak.

Only Sun Liang was more of a chicken thief, and he knew that Song Mu was well-informed, so he said to Song Mu with a shy face: "Teacher Song, what are you going to do?" ”

Song Mu didn't know his plans, and he didn't think much about it when he asked: "I'll set up a beef pot." ”

Sun Liang suddenly smiled: "I'm the same as Teacher Song, I also eat beef pot!" ”

It was very convenient to prepare the meal, and Song Mu and his entourage plus the Fujiwara family had more than a dozen people, and they didn't have to wait long for the food to be served.

When he saw the thick beef slices and the beef pot lit on the small stove, Sun Liang knew that he had chosen the right one, and he showed off with a smile: "I knew that it was right to follow Teacher Song." ”

Zhang Si pouted while cutting the juicy steak: "Isn't it just a poor and sour version of beef hot pot?" Can there be a good steak? ”

Sun Liang didn't care about Zhang Si's words, he still had a smile on his face: "Teacher Song eats a lot and sees a lot, since she chooses beef pot, it means that beef pot must be better than steak." ”

Zhang Si couldn't help but sigh: "If you mean this, it should be the old man Fujiwara who will eat the mouth present, why don't you follow him to order food?" ”

"It's not the same," Sun Liang skimmed out a spoonful of soup with a soup spoon, and explained to Zhang Si: "Fourth brother, you are the tip of the horns, the old man Fujiwara is a Chinese, and Mr. Song is a Chinese like us, and the one who understands the taste of the Chinese people best must still be Chinese!" ”

After speaking, he cocked his orchid finger and put the soup in his mouth, deliberately snorted loudly, and then couldn't help but "huh".

Zhang Si stopped the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Sun Liang with a smile, although he didn't say anything more, his face seemed to be full of "I'll just quietly see how you want to act". 100 Literature

I saw Sun Liang quickly dig the spoon into the pot, scoop out the soup and blow it lightly before putting it into his mouth again, this time he did not exaggerate the chirping, but carefully tasted it.

"Fourth brother, this beef pot is really not a poor and sour version of hot pot." He carefully moved the position of the hot pot, "Fourth brother, can you taste it?" ”

Zhang Si's face maintained disdain, but he picked up a spoon in his hand, lightly scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and when he tasted the fragrant, salty and sweet taste that was different from the hot pot, he couldn't help but nodded: "It's a different flavor." ”

They didn't deliberately lower their voices when they spoke, and Sun Liang's contrived lip smacking just now had already attracted the attention of others.

Hearing that the two of them did not have a low evaluation of the beef pot, Yuta Fujiwara, who is a native of the country, is naturally and honored: "Although the set meal here is divided into a restaurant, a steak and a beef pot, in fact, the beef pot is also a type of food, and it is called the representative of the cuisine of the country along with sushi and tempura." Chinese people have a larger amount of food than Chinese people, if you are interested, you might as well order a beef pot to taste. ”

Zhang Si was not a polite person, and the steak in front of him was indeed not enough for him to eat, so he asked Fujiwara Yuta to help him order another beef pot.

After eating the steak, Zhang Si couldn't help but praise while shabu the thickly sliced beef: "There are a lot of delicious national dishes." ”

"Of course it's a lot!" Song Mu responded with a smile: "We have eight major cuisines in China, countless small cuisines, and the tastes are very different. If you don't like spicy food, you may say that Sichuan cuisine is not delicious, but you won't say that Chinese cuisine is not delicious, right? ”

Zhang Si pondered the meaning of Song Mu's words for a moment, and then nodded.

"That's it," Song Mu continued: "Although the area of the country is not large, but the country's terrain is narrow and long, and there is naturally not only one taste, you just eat a kind of cuisine that you don't like, and you directly deny the entire cuisine, isn't it equivalent to not liking spicy food, so you directly say that Chinese cuisine is not delicious?" ”

"That's really what happened." Zhang Si recognized Song Mu's statement very much: "Speaking of which, in the next few days, we can taste more national dishes when we go back, and it will not be in vain for me to come to the country." ”

"Absolutely, it's up to me!" Yuta Fujiwara patted his chest and reassured.

……

……

After dinner, everyone did not go back to the room, but walked out of the hotel directly at the request of Mr. Fujiwara.

Just like the time when he climbed the mountain in the afternoon, Mr. Fujiwara still didn't explain why he went out for everyone, and the questions raised by Song Mutuo Sun Liang all replied with a mysterious smile.

"I guess Mr. Fujiwara, like my grandfather, also has the habit of eating after meals." Sun Liangru, who didn't get an answer, said to Song Mu. To add to his persuasiveness, he continued: "My grandfather always wanted me to go for a walk with him after eating, but the old man was too embarrassed to say it, so as soon as he finished eating, he always smiled mysteriously at me. ”

Speaking of this, he pointed with his chin at Mr. Fujiwara, who was walking in front: "It's exactly the same as Mr. Fujiwara now!" ”

Song Mu felt that Sun Liang's explanation was a little unreliable, and she asked Fujiwara Yuta, who was one step behind: "Yuta, where are we going?" ”

Fujiwara Yuta knew his father's purpose very well, but he felt that since his father wanted to make a small surprise, he didn't need to debunk it, so Song Mu got the answer only with the same mysterious smile as Mr. Fujiwara, and the sentence "You will know when you arrive" than the old man.

Unable to ask an answer, Song Mu shifted his attention from asking questions to sightseeing, although this road is not the one taken during the day, the scenery is no worse than the one during the day.

The few remaining red maple leaves dotted the half-bald branches, and the bright moonlight shined through the trees, shining on the stone paved mountain paths, accompanied by the rustle of the leaves and the sound of clogs crashing on the stones.

By the light of the moon, Song Mu could vaguely see a curling mist steaming in the distance, and if he looked closely, there seemed to be a light that was not very bright.

"Could it be...... Open-air hot springs? Song Mu asked Yuta Fujiwara in surprise.

"Huh? How do you know? Fujiwara Yuta was equally surprised, but without waiting for Song Mu to answer, he shrugged his shoulders and continued: "With your intelligence, it's not surprising to guess. But my father was having a great time, so please don't tell him you've guessed it. ”

For this request, Song Mu has no reason to refuse, she promises to cooperate with the performance and let the old man enjoy himself.

The path was not long, and it took less than five minutes for the group to come to a gate made of wood.

Mr. Fujiwara stopped in front of the door and turned around, making an exaggerated gesture in front of everyone: "Our destination has arrived!" The open-air rock hot spring that best represents the characteristics of the Kokuku hot springs! ”

Song Mu strictly abided by the agreement with Fujiwara Yuta, and she didn't react immediately after Mr. Fujiwara finished speaking, and it wasn't until she listened to Sun Liang's translation that she showed a look of surprise: "This ...... Is this the legendary open-air rock hot spring?! I thought there was only an indoor hot spring made from a thousand-year-old tomb, but I didn't expect that there was such a traditional open-air rock hot spring, which was great! ”

Mr. Fujiwara was very satisfied with Song Mu's reaction, and he happily introduced a few words about the difference between this place and the indoor hot spring he had soaked in earlier, and then took the lead in entering the wooden door.

Fujiwara Yuta was a few steps behind, came to Song Mu's side and whispered: "Song, your acting skills are too exaggerated!" But, thank you, my father seems very happy. ”