At noon, Lu Yao and the three of them had a buffet at the hotel restaurant. There were many kinds of food here and the taste was pretty good.
Seeing Song Shiyi's plate full of food, Lu Yao couldn't help but be curious: "There is a restaurant downstairs, why did you eat instant noodles just now?"
"Appetizing."
Song Shiyi cut a piece of grilled lamb chop: "If you eat instant noodles every day, you will find the taste very greasy and heavy, but if you eat it once in a while, it will be very appetizing. You can try it. The secret is to eat cup noodles in smaller portions."
Lu Yao said: "Your memory of eating seems to be well preserved."
"Muscle memory and conditioned reflexes."
Song Shiyi made an OK gesture: "The memory in the mind will be forgotten, but the body will give feedback when you smell the taste of the food you like. At least when it comes to eating, everyone's body will be more honest."
Lu Yao nodded: "Indeed."
Next to her, Song Shiyi was immersed in a large plate of beef fried rice, which was also garnished with some shrimp, chicken and crab legs. She still liked rice so much.
At this time, Lu Yao thought of a question.
The appetite of a godhead is exaggerated to eat openly. If more and more people gain the authority of a godhead, the current agriculture of the earth may have to be upgraded to satisfy it. It is okay to try the food of the virtual universe occasionally, but it is better to eat it for a long time.
What changes will occur?
Lu Yao was eating a roll of fried noodles and asked Song Shiyi: "Can I eat Xuzhou's food for a long time?"
"Okay, I have tested this myself."
Song Shiyi blinked: "The food over there can be fully endured by the strong physique of a godhead. No matter whether we bring the food over there or we eat it in the past, if we eat too much, we will have diarrhea and weakness when we come back...
…The root cause is that two different dimensions have different natural laws.”
Lu Yao couldn't help but think of the canned Red Dragon he had tasted.
Finding it unpalatable is probably a form of physiological rejection and self-protection.
Song Shiyi said: "Should I inform Nong Lan about the situation here?"
"Have you checked on her?"
"Yeah. No problem."
Lu Yao said yes.
Song Shiyi made a phone call and said: "Nong Lan expressed her gratitude to us. She hopes to be able to show her kindness as a landlord and serve as our guide during this period... Do you think that's okay?"
"Can."
Lu Yao got Tai Sui's stump, at least what Nong Lan said is true.
It is always more convenient to have a local god. Although there is nothing wrong with Anan, it is somewhat official, and it is difficult to say that he is relaxed around him.
About twenty minutes later, Nong Lan arrived outside the hotel.
Today she wore a close-fitting light pink short-sleeved shirt with a bun, a denim skirt underneath, a canvas bag diagonally across her body, and of course a thin belt around her neck. Unlike last night, Nong Lan was also wearing a pink pair
Face mask.
"Have you caught a cold?" Song Shiyi asked.
"no."
Nong Lan said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I originally wanted to put on better makeup, but the result was not very good. I haven't put on makeup for a long time... so I used a mask to block it."
Lu Yao took a closer look and discovered that Nong Lan had changed his head.
She used to have a gentle female face, but now she has turned into a woman with single eyelids. Her face has become much longer and her cheekbones are prominent. She is completely different from her previous appearance.
This is what makeup means.
Song Shiyi didn't have any place in particular that she wanted to go to. She said that when she was an artist, she often came here to get some fresh air, but there was nothing new about this place.
Finally acted according to Lu Yao's plan.
They first went to the nearby Bangkok Doll Museum.
This museum is located in a residential area and is difficult to find. It is more like a personal collection room open to the public. Because the space is not large, you need to make a reservation to enter, and you can come and go freely only on Saturdays.
Nong Lan communicated with the owner of the house and actually persuaded him to allow Lu Yao and others to enter temporarily for a visit, and also gave them each a bottle of herbal tea.
"People usually come here with their children, and many children want to buy the dolls here."
As he walked, Nong Lan introduced: "This place was established in 1956 and has a history of almost 60 years. There are about more than 400 dolls in total. Dolls are exhibited here and various dolls are also produced. The materials are mainly made from Thailand.
Mainly produced domestically, there are characters from traditional Thai dramas such as Confucian drama, and ethnic groups from various tribes in Thailand..."
Lu Yao looked at this small museum.
There are many glass windows inside, on which various dolls are placed very compactly, showing postures of dancing, fighting, or playing drums and playing music.
Most Thai dolls have bright costumes, gold or silver decorations, or strange masks. In addition, there are also Santa Claus, Japanese-style girls, small stone statues, African dolls, Lego dolls, Mario and Red Dragon, and
Various cities, villages and gardens created with toys.
In this not spacious room, the lights were as dim as oil, and the dolls sealed in the glass boxes showed strange smiles, all facing the direction of the tourists. This scene had an inexplicable eerie feeling.
Dolls in the Thai sense are quite different from what Lu Yao thought.
As we all know, the beginning of a horror movie is that you know something is wrong, but you still have to go through it.
Lu Yao decided to change to the next one.
The second place we went to was the Jim Thompson House.
This place is a small villa. The original owner, Jim, an American, came to Thailand as a spy during World War II and later settled in Bangkok for a long time. He promoted the Thai silk industry and turned Jim Thompson's silk scarves into the Hermès brand in the silk world in the eyes of Thai people.
. Later, Jim Thompson disappeared in Malaysia, which made his story even more legendary.
Jimmy himself is also an architect. He traveled around Thailand and selected 6 unique houses, dismantled them, transported them back and redesigned them. There were also a large number of cultural relics he collected from around the world, which formed the Jim Thompson House today.
It is also a unique museum.
The red Thai-style building is located among a large number of tropical green plants. There are deep walking paths inside, shaped like a mini tropical rain forest. Many tourists stroll here, drink afternoon tea, take photos, and watch the photo wall and
All kinds of silk.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Shiyi and Nong Lan were chatting very enthusiastically.
Lu Yao was tired after walking around for ten minutes.
This place is not suitable for me, so I might as well go back and play mobile games.
With Isabel as a considerate power leveler, the playing experience will not be too good.
Lu Yao walked to the door and saw some vendors setting up stalls across the street. One of them, an old man, was pushing a cart and seemed to be baking some kind of snack. The old man was wearing a big apron, with few hairs left, and his skin was dark.
Black, skinny and skinny.
He couldn't help but be stunned.
Manu?
Although the costumes are a little different, they are very similar.
Lu Yao went straight to the other side of the street and found the old man.
The other party looked over and pointed to his stall: "eat?"
Lu Yao nodded.
Then the old man began to make food.
He used a black iron baking pan to make a kind of charcoal-baked pudding, which was roughly made by adding coconut cream to the batter, then grilling it and then garnishing it with crispy green onions. This snack was unexpectedly delicious, and Lu Yao made a gesture.
"Ten!"
I want to eat ten.
The old man happily wrapped him in lotus leaves.
Then a new problem came. Lu Yao didn't know Thai, and the old man didn't look like he knew Chinese.
He also found that he had no money in his pocket. Because he was with Song Shiyi, this aspect was completely left to her, and he only had to carry his bags and travel. Many Thai stalls can use WeChat and Alipay, but not here.
So after Lu Yao finished eating, he made the same gesture again and asked for ten more!
Then he quickly called for help.
Song Shiyi and Nong Lan rushed here quickly.
With Nong Lan as the local translator, communication became smoother. Especially after Nong Lan gave the tip, the old man became obviously talkative.
The old man's name is Zhanlak, and he makes a living by selling coconut pudding and doing odd jobs.
Lu Yao asked him: "Do you have a brother?"
Nonlan translated: "He said yes, but his brother died of illness when he was a child. He also has a sister who is now married to Chiang Mai... He asked you, why do you ask this?"
Lu Yao looked at the old man: "Because I know a person who looks very similar to him."
Nong Lan communicated with Zhan Le. This time the two talked for a long time. They repeatedly explained and considered each other, and finally the old man nodded.
"He said you might be looking for his father."
"Because many people have come to him before and asked him about his father. He only remembered his mother, but he didn't remember anything about his father at all. He had no impression at all, as if he didn't exist. After his mother died, the three brothers and sisters Zhan La
He lived with his relatives, and when he was a child, people often came to his door and asked about his father."
"So many years have passed, and no one has asked about it anymore."
The old man took out a cracked mobile phone from his pocket and opened a black and white photo.
Lu Yao took a look and saw that it was a photo of a woman and three children, but there was a large empty space to her left, as if there was supposed to be another person there.
In the old photo, the woman is smiling, and her hairstyle and outline are exactly the same as what Manu repeatedly traced on the paper.
The forgotten one who cannot be remembered.
Manu should be Zhanlak’s father.
Lu Yao asked: "Those people are looking for your father's whereabouts?"
"They were looking for something, and they said it was at my father's place. It was the fang of some kind of animal, with some kind of blood pattern on it. It was used to make an amulet."
"But I don't know anything. I've never seen anything like this."
Blood-striped fangs?
Lu Yao realized that this matter might not be simple.
Normally he would pull away.
However, Manu helped him get the Suihou Pearl, so he also helped him this time.