Traveling through Thailand

"Have you thought about what to say?"

Tucha looked at Jom, whose eyes were darting around: "Well, it's getting late, let's go back quickly."

Yai looked up at the sun which was still some distance away from setting, gave him a deep look, and took the lead in walking towards the berth.

Jom was met with a cold sweat from the deep gaze. Making sure the young master in front of him wouldn't hear him from this distance, Jom grabbed Tucha, who was a step ahead of him, and asked, "What should we do?"

"What should we do?" Tu Cha, who was being pulled, looked at him puzzledly.

"It's about that thing I just let slip."

"On the way back, why don't you just come up with an excuse to get away with it?"

Jom disapproved and once again pulled back Tucha, who was about to step forward. "No, we got into this together, I can't be the only one with this headache. You have to come up with a solution too. Otherwise, we'll all be tied up and burned to death as monsters."

Tucha looked at the man in front of him in surprise, as if to say, "If you don't help me, I'll just break the jar and throw it away." To be honest, this was the first time he had seen Jom like this.

He wasn't angry at being threatened, and looked at the lively Jom with a look of relief: "Well, isn't this good? Jom, we are good friends. No matter what happens, don't keep it in your heart. See, doesn't it feel better after venting it out?"

It was then that Jom realized that after the "threat" just now, the emotions that had been pent up since he came here had begun to loosen.

"Thank you, Tu."

"You're welcome. Hey, let's hurry up and catch up. We're so far behind."

After returning home, Jom was called away by Yai. Tucha ignored his pleading eyes, waved goodbye to him, and silently wished him good luck and work hard.

After watching them disappear, he turned and headed back. After a few steps, he saw Mr. James, whom he had met at the farm.

Although he was walking towards Tucha, his eyes were in the direction where Jom and the others left.

"Did you just come back from the Central Market?"

"Yes, Mr. James."

He retracted his gaze, looked at him with a smile and said, "You don't have to be so polite."

"The etiquette cannot be abolished."

"Ok."

James looked at the man in front of him and found that there was a spot on his face that was a different color than the rest. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and investigate, but he was dodged.

Tu Cha saw the puzzled look on his face, and after dodging his outstretched hand, she subconsciously touched her face.

After living here for a while, even the most waterproof makeup can't withstand the wear and tear of these days. Furthermore, not removing makeup is also very bad for the skin.

So when he showed this expression, Tu Cha also felt something was wrong.

"Mr. James, if you have nothing else to say, I'll leave first." After saying that, he walked towards his residence.

I kept my head down the entire way, avoiding eye contact. Once I was safely back, I immediately opened my phone's front-facing camera. Scanning the face, I finally spotted a different skin color around the molars.

I put my hand on that spot and thought about the possibility that it was blocked by cosmetics: Oh, how nice it would be if this backpack could produce waterproof cosmetics.

After Jom came back in the evening, Tu Cha decided to tell him about her current situation.

"You're leaving?" Jom was surprised. He didn't understand why someone would leave when they were doing so well. Besides, with his personality, he didn't like to meddle in other people's business or stand out from the crowd. Someone could adapt to the rules of life here better than him.

The most important thing is that I don’t have so many things weighing on my mind.

"Ah."

After getting the accurate confirmation, Jom said in a louder voice: "Why?"

Tu Cha poured Jom a glass of wine to calm him down and not to disturb Aunt Man who was sleeping.

"Aren't you doing well here? Why do you want to leave?" Jom asked with a frown. If he didn't get to the bottom of the matter, he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

Fortunately, he didn't want to hide it from him. He took out his phone and turned on the screen. Under the light, Jom could see the face of the person in front of him clearly: "This is the reason."

"You, you." Jom couldn't believe the person sitting before him was so different from anyone he'd seen before. Especially those eyes, which, against this face, were more lively than ever. Even more androgynous. And at that moment, he seemed to understand why his boyfriend protected him like a tiger cub.

With his looks, he'd be kidnapped in a matter of minutes if he went out. He's simply the dream lover of all kinds of boys and girls.

He took a sip of wine and said helplessly, "I understand."

"You always wore makeup?"

"Yeah, I should have told you that I used to work in a bar with P'por to make a living. In a place like that, relying on P'por's protection alone wouldn't be enough if I didn't do some kind of cover-up."

Jom thought about how carefully Tucha washed his face every day after coming here. At first, he thought he was just like that and even joked that he couldn't wash it clean. He never thought he was just trying to avoid wiping off the makeup on his face.

Thinking of what Yai said to him before coming back tonight, he felt a little depressed: "Then let's leave together."

"You're leaving too?" Now he was confused. Over the past few days, he'd noticed Yai was very caring towards him. As someone who'd been through this, he was certain Yai had some feelings for him. So why would she let Jom leave? Something must have happened.

Thinking about what I let slip when I went to the market today...

Didn't Jom manage to get back what he said? So Yai thought they were monsters and told them to leave?

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense why he was so depressed after returning.

"Okay, in that case, let's leave together."

The next day, Tucha and Jom came to Yai. Before he could speak, Yai asked, "Who is this?"

Jom finished his greetings and explained, "He is Tucha, Master Yai."

"Tucha?? He didn't look like this before, right!?" Yai's eyes scanned his face, and he was sure that he was very different from the one he met yesterday.

"It was previously covered with a special item, but that item is no longer available here, so this is the only way I can see you."

Yai thought for a moment and came up with the answer he had in mind: "So, you want me to help you find that item?"

Tucha shook her head: "You can't buy it here."

"Then?" Yai gestured for him to explain his purpose.

Tucha looked at Jam seriously and said, "I want to leave here and set up a stall in the central market to do some small business."

"So what do you want to sell?"

Tu Cha thought for a while and then took out a handful of fruit candies wrapped in transparent colored paper from her bag.

"this."

Yai picked up a piece of candy. Under the light coming in through the window, the candy wrapper flashed various colors, which was very beautiful.

"It's beautiful. I've never seen candy like this before. Where did you buy it?"

Stumped by this question, Tu Cha blinked a few times.

Yai looked at him when he didn't get a reply: "Can't you tell me?"

Nonsense, I definitely can't say that. What if I tell them and they think I'm a monster? But the master has asked, so I have to come up with an answer to cover it up. Even if that answer is false.

"I brought it from another country." Don't ask any more questions, don't ask any more questions, the CPU is going to burn out o(╥﹏╥)o

"Another country?"

"Ah."

"Which country?"

Ah!!! Here it comes, here it comes, this question comes again!!

A surge of emotions rushed through Tu Cha's heart, and the flying sand buried him.

Which country? Of course it's China, even though it's called the Republic of China.

"Don't remember?" Yai saw that his face was wrinkled like a bun, and thought he was trying hard to recall the name of the country.

Tu Cha scratched his chin and said a name.

"Huaguo?" He flipped through the names in his mind and finally decided that he had never heard of this country.

"Well, China. It's just an insignificant country. It's normal you haven't heard of it." He said this, but in his heart he was wailing: "Wow, dear motherland, I didn't mean to say that. You are famous, in one of the most famous countries in the world."

"Is that so?" Then he remembered that his father had sent someone to look up information on the two people in front of him. There was very little information, and after searching for a long time, there was only two words: returnees.

Therefore, when he told his mother he wanted Jom to be his housekeeper, she was reluctant but ultimately agreed. The word "returnee" played a crucial role in this. After all, in that era, foreign language skills were rare. Having someone who could speak a foreign language would be a huge help to him in taking over the family business.

As a friend of Jom, he must be able to speak foreign languages. So he can't let go of such a good talent so easily.

He looked at Tucha's current appearance and thought that she was not suitable for continuing her previous job. So he thought of a small shop in the family business that was not too eye-catching. Then he looked at the candies on the coffee table and came up with an idea.

A few days later, Tucha came to a candy store owned by their family, chin in hand. In the most conspicuous place of candy, a transparent glass filled with candy was placed in the most conspicuous place.

After watching the Nth person who came in to ask about the price of colored candies and bought two of different colors leave, Tu Cha let his hands hang down dejectedly, with his chin resting on the table.

"Tu?"

Tucha looked at the person who seemed to be managing this shop and said weakly, "Hmm?"

"You look listless, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just too bored."

"Bored? Want to go out for a walk?" The man's tone was respectful towards the person he had been thrust into. Seeing him in such a state, he didn't seem to be looking down on or complaining, but rather offering advice attentively.

Mentioning shopping, Tucha thought of the various river shrimps he had seen last time. Suddenly, he perked up and touched his bag, feeling for the proceeds from the sale to the young master, and an idea came to his mind.

"Okay, then you stay here for a while, I'll go out for a walk."

He quickly ran to the riverside market and wandered through it until he found a stall specializing in river shrimp. After asking the price, he basically bought all the goods from his stall and then browsed the spice street. When he got back, he asked Ming, who had been busy all day, to help him make drunken shrimp.

After the finished product came out, I immediately packed a small jar and brought it to where Jom lives now - Master Yai's yard.

We hurried to Jom's residence after the last ray of sunset light disappeared.

"Tu? Why are you here?"

Tucha smiled and held the jar in front of him: "This is for you."

He took it and opened it, smelling a familiar smell: "Pickled shrimp?"

"Well, I tried it with some similar seasonings. I hope the taste won't be too different."

Jom dipped his finger in the juice and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up a little. "I didn't expect to be able to eat pickled shrimps like this here. You're amazing."

Tu Cha, feeling embarrassed by the compliment, scratched the back of his head: "Hehe, yeah, I think I'm pretty good too."

Then, remembering that there was no refrigerator here, he said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity there is no refrigerator here, otherwise it would taste even better if it was chilled."

"This is already very good, and we can't ask for too much."