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Chapter 722 Someone has already paid the bill.
The bathing area was very large, and there were many entertainment facilities. There were even young ladies dressed in Hanfu dancing and performing. Before we knew it, everyone had stayed out a little longer.

When they came out again, it was already dark, and it was past six o'clock in the afternoon.

We definitely can't leave today, so there's no need to bother. Everyone took a taxi back to the hotel to rest.

When Chuanmei saw everyone return, she dragged her injured right leg and challenged Wang Chu to a duel, saying that he had now become her mount.

Putting everything else aside, in just one day, he's already generated search terms online.

Now, if you search for "mounts," the first thing that comes up is a video of Li Shiya skiing. She's become famous, but her image has been completely ruined.

Fortunately, he wasn't dressed as Li Shiya when he was the 'mount', otherwise he would have been even more popular. Now his comment section is full of price quotes.

It started at 200, then someone offered 20,000, and the price kept going up. Then some genius said he would bring the price down, and now it's like you can ride Li Shiya by inserting coins. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was one of those kiddie rides outside a supermarket.

"What? You guys actually went to a bathhouse, and there were even girls dancing to entertain you! You guys deserve to die!" Chuanmei sat on the ground, slapping Wang Chu's thigh, and shouted with a pained expression.

Seeing this, Miss Yuan squatted down and laughed, "What's this? You can even interact with others for money! The young lady fed me a lollipop mouth-to-mouth, it was so exciting! It's just a pity that I only interact with girls. But it's okay, when I have the chance, I'll become Li Shiya and take you to experience it!"

"What? You can do that? Then you deserve to die even more!" the Sichuan girl wailed.

It felt like I had injured my leg and missed something incredibly important.

"Alright, stop howling. We can't leave today. Tomorrow we'll go to the restaurant that Lao Zhao recommended for a meal, and then we'll go back to Jiangning. By the way, how's your leg?" Lin Mo asked.

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl immediately stopped crying and climbed onto the bed, saying, "It's alright, I'm much better now, it still hurts a little, but I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest!"

"That's good. My flight is tomorrow at noon. Get some rest. I'm off!" With that, Lin Mo turned and left. He still had to go back and hand in his homework tonight; Liu Ruyan had already sent him several messages urging him to finish.

As soon as Lin Mo left, Director Wang and Miss Yuan also took the opportunity to leave.

As soon as Lin Mo returned to his room, he found that Liu Ruyan was already in bed. Seeing him come in, she smiled and said, "You know the rules, right?"

"Rules? What rules?" Lin Mo was taken aback.

Liu Ruyan: "Just follow the rules of Wu Song fighting the tiger!"

"Wu Song, what kind of rule is this?" Lin Mo asked, puzzled.

Liu Ruyan: "Three bowls and you're out of the lane. Before Wu Song fought the tiger, he drank eighteen bowls. That means your limit today is three."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's eyes widened in surprise: "What!!! When did this rule come about?"

"I just placed the order! Enough talk, hurry up!"

Lin Mo:
The next morning, Lin Mo felt a bit sore in his lower back. He had to admit that he had almost mastered Bao'er's Eighteen Styles of Awei over this period of time.

Liu Ruyan, on the other hand, although her period started in the middle of the night yesterday, was full of energy and radiant with abundant yang energy.

When we got up in the morning, it was already past nine o'clock. Today was the day to return home, so everyone packed their luggage and went downstairs. We took two taxis and turned left and right until we found a stew restaurant in an alley.

"Hey, is this the place Old Zhao mentioned?" Lin Mo asked.

Upon hearing this, Director Wang nodded: "It's this one. I just confirmed it with Lao Zhao, and even the photos are the same."

"Alright, let's go in and try the authentic iron pot stewed goose." Lin Mo didn't hesitate when he heard this, and he was sure to listen to Old Zhao, a local.

The group of six then went inside. The restaurant was small and not crowded, and the interior was somewhat old-fashioned.

The six of them booked a private room. The room was small, and instead of chairs, there was a heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed) around the perimeter, with a large iron pot in the center.

The heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) around the room was warm. Upon seeing this, Miss Yuan took off her shoes and climbed onto the kang without saying a word. Then, she exclaimed with some surprise, "Hey, this is pretty good! This is the first time I've ever seen stew cooked in an iron pot like this!"

“Old Zhao said this is the authentic iron pot stew, and none of the ones in Jiangning are authentic,” Director Wang said.

The heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and the cooking pot are not heated by natural gas or coal gas, but by firewood, just like in the countryside.

Soon, the owner came over with the menu, and everyone ordered the braised goose in an iron pot, which Lao Zhao had recommended. The aroma quickly filled the pot. The moment Lin Mo tasted it, he understood why Lao Zhao had always said that the braised goose in an iron pot in Jiangning wasn't authentic. This stuff was truly delicious! The meat was tender and flavorful, the potatoes were soft and fluffy, and the dish had an excellent texture. It was even surrounded by potstickers.

Even the side dishes in the pot were soaked in the broth, and every bite was full of aroma. While others only thought it smelled good, Lin Mo felt that this dish was not only fragrant, but also made with very high-quality ingredients, especially the goose, which was definitely not frozen meat. It must have been freshly killed. He couldn't help but sigh that the people in Lao Zhao's hometown were really generous.

The large goose was completely devoured by the group, and even Liu Ruyan ate quite a bit more.

After a satisfying meal, Lin Mo and the others prepared to head to the airport.

"Boss, the bill, please!" Lin Mo said.

Upon hearing this, the restaurant owner, an extremely simple-looking old man, couldn't help but laugh and say, "No need, it's settled!"

"It's over? Who did it?" Lin Mo asked, surprised.

He turned to look at the crowd behind him and saw that they also had blank expressions on their faces, so it was obvious that it wasn't them.

"Could it be that my fans saw me here?" Chuanmei asked uncertainly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo rolled her eyes at him: "Get out of here! You're lucky your fans aren't coming after you!"

He then looked at the shop owner and asked, "Sir, who paid my bill?"

"He's a friend of yours. He forwarded this to me on his phone. He told me the day before yesterday that he would pay for your meal. He even reminded me of this before you came today!" the old man said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo thought for a moment and asked, "Is that person named Zhao Ziyu?"

"Old Zhao?" the Sichuan girl asked, taken aback.

Lin Mo: "Otherwise what? Who else could be our friend here? Do you even have any friends from Northeast China here?"

The Sichuan girl shook her head: "I didn't!"

Director Wang: "I don't have any either!"

Miss Yuan raised her hand: "I have some connections here, those four guys from Jagdaqi! His sister Cang'er, Silver Wing!"

Lin Mo:
"Get lost! According to you, even if Sichuan girls' fans come to Jiangning, they can't just come and mooch off him, can they?"

Then everyone looked at the owner, and the old man smiled and said, "It seems his surname is Zhao. He has come to my house a few times before!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the Sichuan girl laughed loudly, "Hahaha, Lao Zhao is the most reliable one. When he goes back to school, I'll arrange a full range of services for him!"

Everyone smiled knowingly at this and didn't pay much attention to it. But it has to be said that Old Zhao is really generous. Even though he's away from home, he still treats people to a meal. His friendship is truly admirable.

After everyone got dressed, they went out, hailed two taxis, and drove off.

Lin Mo and the other two even tagged Lao Zhao in the group chat.

[In group 205f4]

[Lin Mo: Old Zhao is so loyal! The food is really good! When are you coming back?]

[Sichuan Girl: Old Zhao, I'm not saying anything more. When you come back, I'll adopt you as my godson!]

[Director Wang: I'd like to see you alone!]

After everyone left, in the private room where the stew had been served, a thin figure looked out the window in the direction they had gone. Holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, both hands trembled slightly. After a long while, he murmured in a low voice, "It feels like I've had a very, very long summer vacation! It's so good to see you all!"

After saying that, he slightly raised the hand holding the wine glass in the direction the group had left, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the cup fell, three drops of water landed on the table, but were wiped away the next second.

(End of this chapter)