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Chapter 296 Noodle House (Thank you for voting)
"Cuckoo."

"Cuckoo."

As the sky was getting brighter, a few cuckoos flew from nowhere, stopped on the big tree outside the cave, and called in turn. The clear and clear chirping sound went through the entrance of the cave and entered the cave, reaching the deepest point.

There was a person lying on the ground there, it was Miyamoto Hideaki who passed out from crying, he was terrified, his body was trembling, and his head was sweating profusely, he must have had a terrible nightmare.

Perhaps awakened by the birdsong, his eyelids moved, his chapped lips opened slightly, and he whispered something, then opened his bloodshot eyes suddenly, and shouted a sentence in Japanese.

"No! Qingzi!"

After shouting, Miyamoto Hideaki sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, the expression on his face changed from panic to joy, and from joy to resentment.

I don't know what he dreamed about, but seeing how he gritted his teeth, it must not be a good thing. After the face-changing performance, he picked up a stone from his hand and drew a portrait on the ground.

After finishing the painting, Hideaki Miyamoto looked at his work, nodded in satisfaction, then took off his leather shoes and took a picture of the portrait, while spitting and chanting.

"Suma Yakichiro! Die, die!"

He cursed Suma Yakichiro with the crooked way he learned from somewhere, and then he drew an old man and a short man. After the operation, he let out a long breath and smiled on his face.

"Guru~"

But he was not happy for a few seconds, the protest from his stomach made Miyamoto Hideaki realize one thing, he had only drank some water these two days, he was in urgent need of food, otherwise he would starve to death in the mountains.

Rubbing his stomach, he walked out of the cave with a bitter face, and swallowed his saliva while looking at the cuckoo on the tree. Unfortunately, he had no weapons, and he didn't know how to set traps, so he could only stare at the bird.

After staring at it for a while, Hideaki Miyamoto was dizzy from the sun. He supported his uncomfortable body and leaned on the trees to find the mountain spring. This time, he finally found it successfully and drank enough water again.

It’s okay not to drink, but Mr. Vice Consul felt even hungrier after drinking it. He looked at the market town below the mountain with cooking smoke, his eyes glowed green, he washed his face casually, and walked down the mountain without hesitation.

Even if he committed suicide, he should not use the painful way of starving himself to death. As for whether it would be dangerous, firstly, his hungry stomach did not allow him to think about it, and secondly, he thought that the Chinese would not recognize him.

Miyamoto Hideaki knew that there must be many people looking for him now, but after staying in the wilderness for two days, a beard that was neither long nor short grew on his face, and he was completely different from his previous image.

So let alone a Chinese, even the staff of the consulate may not be able to recognize him. His mood is very relaxed, his mind is full of all kinds of snacks in Jinling, and he quickens his pace.

At the foot of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, besides the worshiping tourists, nearby villagers, as well as the staff of the mausoleum guards and the cemetery management office, there is a lot of people coming and going, and naturally there are various shops that rely on it for a living.

Among them, there are the most various snacks, spread along both sides of the road, and it is very lively, but today's situation is a bit special, many shops have closed their doors, and only a few noodle and wonton shops are left.

When Miyamoto Hideaki managed to go down the mountain, what he saw was this bleak scene, which made him panic, fearing that he had come in vain.

He couldn't show up frequently, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to eat his fill, and then go back to the mountain to hide for a few days, and this is the only place around where he can find food.

Fortunately, Hideaki Miyamoto soon found a noodle shop that was open. He looked happy, and ran over at a trot. Before he entered, the aroma of noodles and broth wafted into his nostrils.

Hideaki Miyamoto wiped his saliva covertly, walked into the shop, and said to the busy shop owner, "Boss, what kind of noodles does your shop have?"

The owner of the noodle shop is a rather handsome young man. Perhaps his business is not good, and his attitude is cold.

Hearing Miyamoto's question, he nodded his chin at the menu on the wall: "Look for yourself, pork shredded noodles, Yangchun noodles, egg noodles, and wontons are also available."

Although Miyamoto is not good at intelligence operations, he still has basic consciousness. He glanced around, especially observing the movements of the shop owner's hands, and found nothing wrong.

Yo West is an ordinary shop.

As long as it doesn't get discovered, it's fine, otherwise it will hurt the family. Miyamoto was a little depressed, and said weakly: "Please serve me three bowls of shredded pork noodles."

"Okay, three bowls of shredded pork noodles, wait a minute."

The shop owner didn't care whether he could eat three bowls of noodles by himself, and quickly walked to the stove, grabbed a handful of noodles and put them into the boiling hot water.

After staying on the mountain for two days without any source of news, Miyamoto now urgently needs to know the situation outside, such as whether there is a war between China and Japan.

If the war had already broken out, he wouldn't have to hide in the mountains, and even if he would be punished by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or some other agency, he finally saved his life.

So he walked to the shop owner and sat down, nonchalantly asked: "Boss, why is it so deserted today, did something happen?"

The shop owner fiddled with the noodles with his chopsticks, and said weakly: "Isn't it because of that devil called Miyamoto, now all Jinling is looking for him.

If you are looking for someone, you can just find someone, but as a result, those black skins are extorting everywhere, and many shops can't continue to open. If they are not in a hurry to spend money, I will not open. "

Speaking of this, he looked Miyamoto up and down, and said with a smile: "If the guest doesn't have a beard, he really looks like that person, then I will post it."

"haha, yes."

Hideaki Miyamoto gave a dry laugh, stroked the beard on his face, and asked again: "Is there any reaction from the Emperor Japanese? Is there going to be a war?"

The shop owner yawned: "Then who knows, we are just ordinary people, it's useless to think too much about such a big thing, sir, would you like some vegetables?"

"Yes, thank you."

Hideaki Miyamoto looked at the noodles tumbling in the pot, and sighed secretly. It seems that he will have to hide in the mountains for a while, which is really bad news.

The shop owner used a strainer to fish out the noodles, put in cooked vegetables, poured broth and shredded pork, put a handful of chopped green onions, and brought them to Miyamoto's table.

"Guests take it easy. The noodles are not tasty when they are cold. I will serve you a bowl first. After you are almost done eating, I will cook them again. You can try whether the saltiness is appropriate."

"Thank you."

Miyamoto picked up the chopsticks, regardless of whether it was burning his mouth or not, he ate voraciously, and praised while eating: "It's delicious, the boss is good at cooking."

After two days of starvation in the mountains and a full stomach of cold water, he now eats delicious food, not to mention deliciously cooked noodles, and a bowl of noodles will soon bottom out.

"Slow down, I can't cook as fast as you. Where are you going? Why are you so hungry?" the shop owner asked, cutting noodles in his hands.

After eating a few noodles, Miyamoto finally felt alive, and said nonsense: "I didn't eat last night, and I woke up hungry this morning, please hurry up, boss."

"Then eat more." The owner of the shop cut the noodles a little faster, and at the same time asked casually: "Looking at the appearance of the gentleman, he should be a teacher."

Miyamoto forced a smile: "Why, do I look like a teacher? Unfortunately, I am not. I do some clerical work in a foreigner's business."

"That is also a scholar."

The shop owner picked up the noodles and put them into the hot water again: "Unlike us, we can only rely on hard work. Customers can come to the shop more after they find it delicious."

While the two were talking, a young woman came out from the inner room, wearing a coarse cloth jacket, holding a rag in her hand, and stepped forward to put away the noodle bowl in front of Miyamoto.

Miyamoto didn't care either. This kind of mom-and-pop shop is normal, so he casually said: "Okay, the boss's craftsmanship is really extraordinary, I will definitely come here more in the future."

At this moment, the woman was pleasantly surprised after hearing his words: "You are not a native of Jinling, are you? Listening to the accent of your husband, how come you look like a fellow from outside the customs."

"Oh, is Madam also from outside the customs?"

Hideaki Miyamoto was a little excited when he heard the words. He spent most of his life in the Northeast. At that time, the teacher did not retire, and his life was very easy.

Whenever he encounters uncomfortable times, he will unconsciously recall that time, it was really a fairy-like day, not as difficult as it was in Jinling.

Aiwujiwu, he has a deep affection for the Northeast.

The woman clapped her hands: "It's not bad, just hearing the accent, I knew I was meeting a fellow villager. There are not many people outside the pass in Jinling. You are from the Northeast."

Miyamoto also said happily: "I am from Shenyang, Liao Province. I have made a living in Jinling a few years ago. I am sure that you must also be from Shenyang, Madam, right?"

The woman's accent was a standard Shenyang accent. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that he could meet half of his fellow countrymen at this time. Was this an omen?

Difficult times are about to pass, and better days are coming. No wonder the Chinese say that fellow villagers see fellow villagers with tears in their eyes, which is what they mean.

The shop owner was also very happy, and brought up the remaining two bowls of noodles with a smile: "Sir, eat quickly, I put some more meat for you, it's not enough for you to ask for more."

"Thank you so much."

Miyamoto felt a warmth that he had not seen for a long time, and his eyes were a little hot and humid. He lowered his head and ate the noodles, thinking about one thing in his heart, can the fellow be free.

Before leaving the consulate, the military officer confiscated all the cash on his body. This was to create the illusion that he was robbed. Anyway, dead people don't need money.

Originally, he was ready to eat free food, but now that he met a fellow villager, it seemed that the other party was not well-off, and free food was a bit too much.

In a dilemma, he ate up two bowls of noodles. After eating, he took out a hidden gold button from his trouser pocket and handed it to the boss.

"I'm really sorry. I came in a hurry and forgot to bring my wallet. There is a gold button here. Please accept it. I will bring money to redeem it next time. Is it okay?"

He has a pair of such gold buttons, which he puts on his body for emergency use, and was intended to be buried as a funeral object, but facing the "fellow townsman", he is really ashamed to owe the debt.

The shop owner was not angry, and walked over to Hideaki Miyamoto with a smile on his face and said, "Sir, since you are inconvenient, you can bring it with you next time, and you must not accept it."

The woman also said: "Sir, how can you say such a thing? Just now, I treated my fellow villagers to eat. If you have more time in the future, you can take care of my family's business."

What a kind, loyal and hard-working citizen.

Miyamoto Hideyoshi's conscience seemed to be aroused, and he thought sadly in his heart: If he died according to the order, it would bring serious disaster to thousands of innocent people who are kind, loyal, and hardworking in this country.

But people can't help themselves, and they don't have any future, Miyamoto took a deep breath: "No, please accept it, goodbye, both of you."

After finishing speaking, he put down the gold button and wanted to leave. He had stayed here for too long, and if he met the police, he would be easily exposed, and he would also implicate the shop owner and his wife.

But just as he was about to step out of the store, a voice sounded: "Mr. Hideaki Miyamoto, don't be so anxious, we can have a good chat."

Miyamoto was wise as if he had fallen into an ice cave, he slowly lowered his raised right foot, turned his head slowly, and saw the shop owner with a philistine face, looking at him with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)