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The hot spring was so comfortable, Yue Fang almost wanted to hug him like this and do what he had been thinking about all afternoon.But in the end, I finally remembered that this is a public place, and there are other people not far away.

He got out of the water first, and was immediately hissed by the cold.Yue Fang only dried himself quickly, and quickly picked up the white ink to wipe it clean.Then the two trotted all the way back to the hotel.

Once in the room it was warm.The shower washes away the greasy feeling of the hot spring water, but people are also exhausted by the sudden cold and hot changes.

Bai Mo quickly dozed off.Yue Fang could only hug him resentfully and rub against him for a while, to relieve his greed.I didn't expect the bed to be so soft that people would feel as if they were floating while lying on it.He himself fell asleep without knowing when.

It was already early in the morning when I opened my eyes again, and the hotel specially informed that the route to the top of the mountain was open today.So the two hurriedly ate breakfast, rented equipment at the foot of the mountain, and boarded the tour bus again.

The Tianchi Lake in winter has been frozen, and the scenery is not bad, but it is too beautiful.Yue Fang only had some regrets in his heart, but when Bai Mo took him to take pictures, the regrets disappeared.This trip is in a hurry, next time they can come in another season.Anyway, the scenic spot is so big, there are many other places to play.

This time I just went to the top of the mountain and came back at noon.I also saw the mountains and soaked in the hot springs. The only fly in the ointment is that the food in the hotel is average, and there are no local specialties.There seemed to be some problems with the heating that day. There was no hot water in the room, and it was really cold to stay dry.

There is no need to live any longer.

Yue Fang only checked out the room with Bai Mo and went directly to the next stop.It is a small city not far from here, because it is just on the border between the two countries, and there are many special delicacies.Yue Fang only went there once many years ago, and he never forgot it. This time, he wanted to bring Bai Mo to have a taste.

There were still not many people on the train, and the journey was short. It felt like taking a bus in the city.

Although the two places are so close, the prices of hotels of the same standard in the city are much, much cheaper than those in the mountains.The two put away their luggage, Yue Fang walked out of the hotel gate with only Bai Mo in his arms.

In border cities, ethnic minorities account for more than half of the population, and the shop signs on the streets are all bilingual.Yue Fang only recalled, searched with his mobile phone, and finally walked into a hidden alley with Bai Mo.

The store is much more spacious and brighter than in memory. The simple wooden dining table in the past has been replaced by floor tables and tatami mats. Guests need to take off their shoes to sit in; the interior decoration also has an obvious ethnic style.However, when the food is served, it is still the same as in the old days.

The ginseng chicken soup in the stone pot was boiling slightly, Yue Fang only used chopsticks to gently tear the two sides, and the whole chicken was torn apart.The boiled glutinous glutinous rice falls from the belly of the chicken into the soup, and the whole dish is both soup and rice.Tear it all apart, and there are actually ginseng and red dates inside.

He served a bowl of soup and rice with soup and meat, Yue Fang just stuck to the bowl and took a sip of chicken soup.The soup was just as it was in memory, clear and fresh, with the sweetness of glutinous rice, the aroma of chicken, and a hint of ginseng.The chicken was tender and the crispy bones inside were not tough at all.The glutinous rice is soaked in chicken soup, which is also delicious.The store seems to be afraid that the chicken will lose its flavor if it is stewed for a long time, so it also specially prepares a dish of salt and pepper for customers to dip the chicken in.

A whole chicken just happened to be eaten by Yue Fangzhi and Bai Mo - even the red dates in the soup base were not spared.

After eating, my body feels warm, but my stomach doesn't seem to be full yet.Yue Fang only paid the bill, and walked down the street with Bai Mo in a leisurely manner.

The town is not big, and there are many places to eat.They stop and go along the way, selling two pieces of hot rice cakes that have just been rolled with red bean paste here, and eating some crispy and fresh seafood rice crackers there... In short, their mouths are basically never idle.

The last person strolled into a folk museum with a cup of hot barley tea in his hand.

The things on display are actually ordinary, and some of them are true or false, but Bai Mo sees them with great interest.There is a model of the old town streets in the museum, which contains many scenes of people's daily life in the past.His footsteps stopped in front of a model of a shop.In front of the shop, there are two small men who are busy making rice cakes.

Bai Mo looked at it for a while, then teased Yue

Fang Zhi's sleeve: "This is how we are."

Relying on craftsmanship to eat is also relying on hard work to eat.Yue Fang didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little guilty.He thinks that Bai Mo deserves better things, such as beautiful clothes, a big house, an easy job, and a carefree life.But follow yourself, throughout the year, there are only a handful of days when you can enjoy a little bit like this.

"Can we always be like this?" Bai Mo turned his head, his eyes sparkling.

Yue Fang was only taken aback for a moment: "Don't you think...it's hard work?"

Bai Mo shook his head and went to look at the model again.He said softly: "It's so good, just the two of us." His tone of speech was very soft, with a strange longing and longing.

Yue Fang only whispered: "I have to work every day."

"Well, isn't it right to work?"

"It's just the two of us, and we can't have a baby."

"No children." Bai Mo said stubbornly, "Just the two of us."

"It's been like this for the rest of your life, will you regret it?" Yue Fangzhi's heart beat faster: "At that time, there will only be two old men for company."

"Isn't that just right?" Bai Mo turned his head to look at Yue Fangzhi, his eyes suddenly felt a little uneasy.He said in a very small voice: "But, I didn't look good at that time...do you still love me?"

"It hurts." Yue Fang replied without hesitation.He felt warm on his body, and his nose was almost sore: "Brother loves you forever."

Bai Mo's eye circles were red, he took Yue Fangzhi's hand, and said seriously: "I love you too."