Electronic Nezha

Chapter 99 The New Young Woman

Since Lao Wang said so, I led Hao Hao out of the pool. At the busiest time, there are four bath attendants on duty at the public bathhouse. At this moment, an older attendant had already put on a bath towel and was ready to start scrubbing.

As Hao Hao walked, he whispered to me, "Brother Feng, I'm not used to being touched by others either."

"Then get used to it, a scrub is really comfortable." I really wanted Hao Hao to experience it. He's probably never had a professional scrubber before. Would his uncle be willing to spend that money? On the other hand, I also think Lao Wang is right. Why would you come to a bathhouse if you're not going to get a scrub?

Just like a car, a quick shower at home is like a 15-yuan quick wash on the street—just a swirl of water and you're done. But a proper bath at a public bathhouse is a thorough cleaning. From top to bottom, left to right, from the most visible areas to the most private parts, everything is cleaned thoroughly.

"Master, my brother here has some mental issues, I'm sorry to trouble you," I instructed the bathhouse attendant.

"Don't worry, I've also taken care of old men who were completely paralyzed."

That's the charm of the old bathhouse. Everyone who comes here is a long-time resident with a wealth of life experiences. You can make any seemingly outlandish request here, and people will understand. After all, everyone has their own special circumstances.

I went under the shower and rinsed myself off. Another bath attendant was already ready and waiting for me to get on the scrubbing bed.

Seeing Chen Feng still under the shower, I called out to him, "Mr. Chen, are you moisturizing here? Why don't you give me a scrub?"

Just then, a bathhouse attendant was scrubbing a person's sensitive spot, lifting and rubbing, and both of them seemed perfectly at ease.

Chen Feng felt increasingly awkward as he looked at him, and waved his hand, saying, "No need, absolutely no need."

Old Wang said, "Then you can go back to the private room and wait. I booked room number 2."

Chen Feng left first, and Hao Hao and I, after finishing our baths, headed towards the private room. On the way, I asked him, "How were you feeling?"

"I feel so much lighter."

I chuckled to myself. See, it still needs a thorough wash. We all know the common sense: that so-called "dirt" is actually dead skin cells from the body's metabolism. Some experts even say that scrubbing can damage the skin, but I think that's going too far. Do you get your car thoroughly washed every day?

Upon arriving at the private room, Chen Feng had already changed into a bathrobe and shorts, ordered a pot of tea, and was drinking it, looking much more relaxed.

"Mr. Chen still can't get used to this kind of small bathtub, can he?"

Chen Feng said, "It has nothing to do with size. When we go to the Northeast to do business, our friends treat us to baths. No matter how luxurious the bathhouse is, it's all the same. I, for one, never let anyone scrub my back."

The private room had exactly four beds. I settled Hao Hao next to me and told the waiter to bring four lunches. Lao Wang was the last to finish cooking and arrived late, just in time for the lunches. They were large boxed meals. The three of us ate and chatted casually. Hao Hao just pretended to be clueless, shoveling food into his mouth with a spoon. Actually, I envied his persona. We weren't really close to Chen Feng, so we didn't have much to talk about.

After finishing his meal, Lao Wang leaned back on the bed and said, "How about a foot massage, Mr. Chen? Is that acceptable?"

Chen Feng said, "That's fine."

I said, "Shall I take Hao Hao back first?"

Old Wang said, "Let our silly brother enjoy it too. If nothing unexpected happens, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him. His brother Wang is throwing money around today, so he's not the only one."

I turned to look at Hao Hao, and Hao Hao kept winking at me. This is the downside of not being able to speak. Do you want to wink or not?
Old Wang had already called the waiter in and said he wanted four foot massages, then winked and said, "Women, young ones." The waiter responded and left.

I said speechlessly, "Are you being superfluous? Is this your first time getting a foot massage here? Even their female masseuse, Aunt Xu, has to call her 'Big Sister'!"

"What if a new person comes?"

A short while later, the waiter returned with good news and bad news. The bad news was that there were only two massage therapists available at the moment, but the good news was that they were both women, and there was a new one.

Old Wang said to me, "See, I told you so."

Then two older women came in—no, one of them was an aunt, standing there with wrinkled skin, white hair, and a ruddy complexion; the other was wearing a mask, but the crow's feet around her eyes were also very deep…

I laughed so hard I almost fell over: "See, I told you so!" Old Wang stared in disbelief: "What about the young ones? What about the new ones?"

The wrinkled-skinned, white-haired man pointed at the masked woman and said, "Boss, she's new here, and she's the youngest one here."

Chen Feng laughed along with him.

I smiled and waved: "Come on, give us a massage first."

The wrinkled-skinned, white-haired man walked up to Hao Hao, and the masked woman was given to me. The two of them opened the box, rubbed oil on our feet, and did some preparatory exercises.

Chen Feng said, "I'm really sorry about today. The deal didn't go through, and Brother Wang even had to spend money."

Old Wang said, "Brother, don't say that. I don't even have the chance to invite someone like you to take a bath normally."

"What kind of person am I?"

"Rich man, I'll only call you brother today. From now on, when we meet, I'll still call you President Chen."

Chen Feng looked puzzled, and I also felt that Old Wang's tone was a bit off.

Old Wang said, "I have something to say from the bottom of my heart—I'll be frank—let's just drop this matter."

"What's going on?"

“What else could you possibly want from our market? Li Ping, of course,” Old Wang said. “If she really wanted to find a man to marry, or if she were the kind of gold digger, I certainly wouldn’t say a word. But now you’re suffering, she’s suffering, and we’re suffering too.”

Only Sister Zhao isn't upset...

Chen Feng said, "Brother Wang called me here just to talk about this, right?"

Old Wang said, "That's right. We've only met by chance. If we meet again in the future, we can still be friends. If you want to pick a flower, but the flower doesn't want to, then it's all for nothing."

Chen Feng said, "Brother Wang, I underestimated you this time."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, I tried to smooth things over by saying, "You two, stop comparing sizes."

Old Wang seemed to have something more to say, but he couldn't say it in front of outsiders, so he said to Chen Feng, "You haven't been inside the sauna here before, have you? Let's go in and see who can stay the longest."

"Walk."

After the two men left, the wrinkled-skinned, white-haired man started pressing Hao Hao down first. His technique was skillful and his routine was experienced. Hao Hao just had to keep smiling foolishly.

The older woman massaging my feet was much more inexperienced. She kept glancing over there, copying what everyone else was doing, as if she were just learning on the spot.

"Your technique is a little rusty, huh?" I felt embarrassed for her, so I gave her a way out. There must be some unavoidable difficulties for someone her age to switch to this job, and I didn't plan to replace her.

The woman wearing a mask said, "It'll be ready in a bit."

After massaging Hao Hao for a while, the woman with the wrinkled skin said, "This little guy is really putting in a lot of effort, he hasn't made a sound." It seems she is very confident in her skills, or at least in her strength. Looking at Hao Hao, his expression alternates between wanting to laugh and being ferocious. The woman with the wrinkled skin's skill is indeed remarkable.

I said, "This guy's got something wrong with his head, just press the buttons normally."

Strangely enough, although the masseuse's massage technique was rather unorthodox, I felt relaxed and languid all over as she massaged me, and before long, I drifted off to sleep.

(End of this chapter)