"This is a hotel?" Looking at the house built in the woods on the hillside, Hong Tao was a little puzzled. This house is just a small villa. It has neither a sign nor an obvious commercial atmosphere. It is hidden in such a desolate place.
, if it is a hotel, who can find it?
"You are too coward. This is a relatively high-end hot spring hotel. One house only receives a group of guests, because the hot spring water is only in such a small area. If there are too many guests, you will not be able to soak in it." Zhou Xiaoli has now used the word coward to its full potential.
It was so vivid that most of them were pinned on Hong Tao's head.
"Hey...but there are advantages to bathing together when there are many people." Hong Tao understood what Zhou Xiaoli meant, but he still fantasized about seeing the legendary Japanese men and women bathing in hot springs together.
"Once you have been in a hot spring, you will know how ridiculous your thoughts are, huh." Zhou Xiaoli knew what Hong Tao was thinking, but she gave Hong Tao a definition with a wicked smile, but did not explain why.
"Hey, look, someone came out of the house. It's a girl. They don't have several girls at home, right?" Hong Tao quietly reported his findings to Zhou Xiaoli while getting his luggage out of the car.
"That's Mrs. Yoko, the owner of this place. Don't talk nonsense. You can pat your butt and run away. I can't afford to lose face with you." Zhou Xiaoli warned Hong Tao and stepped forward to greet him.
He said hello to the Japanese woman. He was too far away to see clearly just now. When the woman got closer, Hong Tao found that a smooth calf was really exposed under the hem of her kimono. She also wore a pair of Japanese clogs on her feet, which was the same as his just now.
Thinking exactly the same.
Hong Tao and Zhou Xiaoli carried their luggage and followed the Japanese woman named Yoko into this small building, which looked like a pure wooden structure from the outside. Yoko led the way, with a calf and snow-white socks exposed under her wide kimono.
The small steps and twisted posture evoke many associations.
"Why don't you get a kimono and wear it? I haven't seen you wearing a kimono before. You should be very sexy." Hong Tao couldn't help but imagine Zhou Xiaoli wearing a kimono and made a suggestion with a lewd smile.
"Do you really want to see it?" Zhou Xiaoli suddenly stopped and asked.
"Well, I really want to see it." Hong Tao immediately answered in the affirmative.
"Okay, you just need to carry me in, and then carry all the luggage to the room by yourself. I will show it to you when we come down from the fifth station." Zhou Xiaoli said while taking the two bags she was carrying.
The box was thrown to the ground and he opened his arms and waited for Hong Tao to carry it.
"Something's wrong!!!" After listening to Zhou Xiaoli's request, Hong Tao's first feeling was that he might have been deceived, but he didn't know what was wrong.
"Just carry it, you look stingy. Even if you don't wear anything, I'm still willing to carry you." Since he couldn't think of anything wrong, Hong Tao had no choice but to put down his suitcase, squat down, and let Zhou Xiaoli lie on his back.
Go up, then grab her butt with two big hands, and let you go.
"Hahaha..." Zhou Xiaoli ignored Hong Tao's hands squeezing her buttocks. She leaned on Hong Tao's back, stood up, and looked very proud, loudly like a Desheng general on a horse.
Laughing, even Mrs. Yoko, who was leading the way, was infected by the vitality of these two young people, covering her mouth with her big kimono sleeves and laughing.
This wooden 2-story building is called Yoko House. It doesn’t look very big from the outside, but recently I realized that the area is really quite big. The first floor is a hall, with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a circle of sofas in the middle, and walls
There is a fireplace burning brightly, and the decoration is very European, with no hint of Japanese style at all.
At one end of the living room is the dining room and kitchen, and behind it is the residence of Yoko's family. It turns out that this wooden house is two houses connected together, which is somewhat similar to the meaning of a shop in the front and a factory in the back. The back is the owner's living room, and the front
We built a small second floor and rented it out as a hotel.
"You see, there are many newlyweds here every year for their honeymoon, and the schedule is very full. You can't rent it just because you want." Zhou Xiaoli pointed to both sides of the stairs leading to the bedroom on the second floor, where many picture frames were hung.
Most of them are pictures of young men and women, and it seems they all have lived here.
"You are too particular about this matter, so I will force myself to spend a little honeymoon with you." Only then did Hong Tao believe that this small wooden house is really not a small hotel on the street. Generally, honeymoon places should have a little bit of charm.
grade.
The decoration and layout on the second floor are completely Japanese, from the tatami mats to the wooden paper doors. There are no beds in the room. Just like what we saw in the movie, all the bedding is hidden in a large closet with a sliding door.
When I want to sleep, I take it out and spread it on the floor to sleep. After I finish sleeping, I roll it up and stuff it into the closet. It’s an empty room again.
Due to the traffic jam on the way here, it was almost noon. After Mrs. Yoko arranged the bedroom for them, she went to prepare lunch, leaving Hong Tao and Zhou Xiaoli to pack their luggage on the second floor.
"Don't tell me, the view of this house is really nice. Is there a hot spring below?" Hong Tao took advantage of Zhou Xiaoli to pack her luggage and opened the window to take a look at the environment here. In the end, he was really overwhelmed by the beauty outside.
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In the distance outside the window is the full view of Mount Fuji. At this time, most of it is covered with white snow, squatting there like a big ice cream, which is both beautiful and a little funny. Below the window is a small courtyard, with corridors on the left and right, and opposite
It should be the residence of Yoko's family.
The yard is very large, and the owner has decorated it beautifully. Not only has he planted some trees, but there is also a small bridge. Under the bridge is a stream. The end of the stream is close to his house, forming a pond, surrounded by
It is built with Taihu stones like ancient Chinese garden buildings. The steam on the water should be the legendary hot spring. The strange thing is that the hot spring water seems to be close to the house.
"Well, let's go up the mountain first after lunch, and then take a bath in the hot spring after we come back." Zhou Xiaoli knelt down in front of the closet, taking out the two people's happy clothes one by one from the suitcase, and then put them into drawers and closets by category.
, very much like a housewife.
"Oh, your fiancé is so lucky. He was able to marry you because he cultivated it in his previous life." Hong Tao walked up behind Zhou Xiaoli, squatted down and held her in his arms, placing his chin on the top of her head.
"Don't make trouble. When I finish packing the clothes, you won't do your job and you will make trouble." Zhou Xiaoli knocked off Hong Tao's hand that was about to dig into her clothes and twisted her body to resist.
"It would be great if I had a house like this, and we could rent it out as a hotel. You would cook and do the laundry, and you would carry water and farm..." Hong Tao's hands were extremely tenacious, and he knocked it off and climbed back up.
, after several failures, finally succeeded in getting in through Zhou Xiaoli's collar.
"Bah, I'll do it, and you!" Zhou Xiaoli was so tormented by Hong Tao that she didn't even bother to pack her clothes. She leaned her head back on Hong Tao and let the man rub his face against hers.
"I will be responsible for feeding you at night, and then you go to work..." Hong Tao lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked the lips of the woman in his arms.
"@%#%#..." Just as the temperature in the room was getting higher, a female voice in Japanese came from outside the room, like a basin of cold water, which directly drenched Hong Tao to the core. He was slightly panicked, and the woman in his arms
She broke away from his hand, answered in Japanese, opened the door and went out.
Lunch surprised Hong Tao. It was actually a hot pot, and it was not the electric, gas or pure charcoal hot pot. The pot was very Chinese and Beijing-like, but the ingredients for the hot pot were very Japanese. There was no mutton or lamb tripe that are common in China.
It's actually pork! Plus some fresh fish, shrimp and vegetables, the variety is also very rich. In addition, Hong Tao is not used to the seasoning here, which is soy sauce soup and fried sesame seeds.
Fortunately, the pork and other ingredients here are very tender, and they are delicious even without the condiments. Hong Tao, who had not even eaten breakfast, shook off his cheeks and divided into two plates of pork slices and one plate of salmon.
Most of the plate of shrimps was poured into her stomach. Perhaps due to the influence of Hong Tao, Zhou Xiaoli's appetite also increased a lot. She finished a plate of pork and half a plate of shrimps by herself, and also ate 2 plates of vegetables.
