2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun found a seat and sat down. Looking at the real and illusory scenery in front of him, he felt really relaxed and happy.

Suddenly a gust of wind chimes rang. When he was still a little confused, the girl playing in the shallows raised her head and shouted crisply: "Please come in!"

The door of the box was opened, and a slightly fat man walked in from the outside. He looked to be in his thirties. He was meticulous in his hairstyle and his friendly round face, making it impossible to find fault.

His clothes were of the same color as the waiter, but the edges were embellished with black, making him look more refined and high-end. It was no surprise that he was a member of the management staff.

"Uncle Yang?" Zhang Zitong suddenly shouted from the pool, with surprise written all over his face.

"It's been a long time, Miss Zhang." The man responded with a smile, a sincere and comfortable smile on his round face.

know?

Yan Muyun immediately became vigilant and looked at the man more carefully than before.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, the other party came over and stretched out his hand with a warm smile: "Hello, my name is Yang Qi. I am the manager here. I used to know Miss Zhang and her father. Who are you?"

"Yan Muyun, Zi Tong's friend." Yan Muyun stood up, shook hands with him, and introduced himself with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. After all, Miss Zhang hasn't been here for a long time, so I came here specifically to take a look today. I hope I won't disturb you." Yang Qi bowed slightly and nodded to apologize, keeping his posture very low.

Yan Muyun still maintained a neutral attitude: "It's okay."

Yang Qi turned his head, smiled and asked Zhang Zitong: "Miss Zhang, won't you introduce this friend of yours to me?"

"He is...well, the commissioner of the Special Branch. He has saved me before." Zhang Zitong hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know whether he should say this, so he could only peek at Yan Muyun's expression and said slowly: "What if If it weren’t for him, I might not have the chance to come to Tianjing Yunzhu.”

Yan Muyun noticed that his hand was still being held by the other party. He twitched it twice but failed to pull it back. But Yang Qi was talking to Zhang Zitong at this time, and he couldn't really pull his hand away rashly, otherwise it would look a bit rude, so he could only let the other person hold it half-heartedly.

Fortunately, this man's hand was kind and warm, and apart from being psychologically uncomfortable, it wasn't physically repulsive.

Yan Muyun was thinking about how to withdraw his hand, but after listening to Zhang Zitong's words, Yang Qi's hand tightened, and a pair of small eyes turned to stare at him with extremely sincere emotion: "Thank you, I have to." You people’s defenders, it’s because of you that we people can sleep soundly and eat well, without having to worry about the safety of our lives and property... Well, I’ll be in charge of the consumption in your private room tonight. , 30% off on everything!”

Yan Muyun felt a little disgusted by what he said, so he forced a smile and said, "I no longer work in the Special Branch, so there's no need."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Don't retired old policemen, old teachers, and retired soldiers deserve respect?" Yang Qi said in a somewhat exaggerated tone, as if he was performing a Spring Festival Gala sketch with positive energy, and used another He patted the back of Yan Muyun's hand heavily.

"Ahem...thank you." Yan Muyun pretended to be touched, grabbing the other person's hand and shaking it up and down, and then finally found the opportunity to let go and take back his hand.

"Okay, then I won't interrupt. It's still the same, right? Deep sea palace package?" Yang Qi finally asked Zhang Zitong.

The girl smiled shyly: "I haven't been here for a long time and I can't remember clearly. It seems that it was called by this name. I'll trouble you, Uncle Yang."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few more words, and the somewhat difficult hotel manager finally said goodbye and left. Yan Muyun watched his back disappear through the door and sneered in his heart.

He is also a defender of the people, and he calls himself a common man.

He could be related to Zhang Zihao, and the relationship seemed to be not bad. Even his daughter had to call him Uncle Yang. He really didn't believe that Yang Qi was a commoner with a clean background.

But should I say it or not, this guy does have something. Coming in to chat not only appropriately expressed the importance to Zhang Zitong, an old customer, but also did not mention his father at all during the whole process. This will avoid Zhang Zitong being sad about this topic, and will also reveal a message: Even if your father is gone, Uncle Yang is still your Uncle Yang, and our relationship is still the same as before.

For Zhang Zitong, who is currently at a low point in her life, the kindness he expressed is enough for her to remember for a long time.

Anyone who can reach the position of manager of such a large hotel seems to have two skills.

After about five or six minutes, the waiters began to serve the dishes one after another.

Yan Muyun sat close to the door of the room. When each dish was served, he would stand up and take it from the waiter's hands. It seemed like he was helping, but in fact he was inspecting each dish with the red blood threads that came out of the tiger's mouth of his palm. Is there any problem with the dish?

What made him both disappointed and reassured was that every dish was normal, as if those guys hiding in the dark already knew that poisoning was useless.

At the same time, the virtual reality projection on one side of the room also changed.

It was originally a quiet lake scene under the night sky, but suddenly a touch of fish belly white appeared in the distance. The moist breeze carried the faint chirping of birds and shook the willow branches and leaves on the shore.

"Try this raw marinated crab, it's so delicious!" Zhang Zitong stood up, picked up half of the sea crab that had been sliced ​​crosswise, and placed it in Yan Muyun's bowl.

The orange-yellow fat of this half crab is extremely thick, as if it will overflow at any time like salted egg yolk, and the crystal clear and turbid meat is trembling like jelly, exuding a fishy-sweet smell.

Seeing this scene, Yan Muyun couldn't help but frown and asked, "Born?"

"It's pickled raw, of course it's raw." Zhang Zitong, who had just sat down, was still uneasy and started to peel a prawn that was longer than his fingers.

Yan Muyun has never been picky about food since he was a child, and he considers himself to be quite receptive to strange foods. Without much hesitation, he picked up the half of the sea crab and took a bite. The first feeling is salty and fresh, followed by a refreshing sweetness. Along with the cold and tender taste of crab paste and crab meat, it is like inhaling a piece of "crab flavored jelly", which is unexpectedly delicious.

"It's delicious." He praised it with a thumbs up, regardless of swallowing the mouthful of crab meat.

"Brother Yan, there is also this, sea shrimp, which is also pickled raw." Zhang Zitong stood up again and put the freshly peeled prawn into his bowl.

Yan Muyun smiled helplessly: "You can eat it yourself, you don't have to prepare it for me."

"Oh, it's your first time here. There are some things that are not common. Let me teach you how to eat them first." The girl became more enthusiastic and simply moved the chair to his side.

...

The sky is built in the clouds, and there is a private room on the third floor.

"Brother Yan, there is also this, sea shrimp, which is also pickled raw." Han Yinzhu stood up, brought a peeled sea shrimp to Yan Long's mouth, and said in his throat: "Ah~ I'll feed it to you. ."

Yan Taki glanced sideways at him expressionlessly, saying nothing, but he seemed to have said everything.

Han Yinzhu rolled his eyes, turned around and handed the shrimp to the other side: "Brother Yan, sea shrimp..."

"Ah wu." Han Jinyu swallowed it in one gulp very cooperatively, and then said in the same tone of voice, "Sister Zhang, you can eat it yourself, you don't have to prepare it for me."

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, I didn't call you here just to be weird." Zhang Lan looked at these two living treasures and couldn't laugh or cry.

Han Yinzhu sighed: "He is picking up girls over there and making love with her. Do we need to worry about him?"

Luo Binghan, who was dealing with a crab, couldn't stand it any longer. He slapped the table and said, "At least they have invited us to have a big dinner. Can we be kind to our mouths?"

"You were the most sinister when we just placed the order. Why are you pretending to be a good person?" Han Jinyu counterattacked on behalf of his younger brother.

"I think this kid is a little abnormal today. Is he too excited?" Zhang Lan smiled and raised his chin at Han Yinzhu.

"Oh, that girl is Yin Zhu's type. He's so angry." Han Jinyu said.

Han Yinzhu was angry: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Tsk..." Luo Binghan wanted to retort when he was retorted just now, but now he just laughed out loud.

Han Jinyu attacks everyone equally, not even his own brother.