Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 162
The sleeper at this time is not necessarily a powerful leader, so he may not be able to get it.

But if he wanted to travel from Heilongjiang to Guangzhou and sit on a hard seat for such a long time, Su Qingfeng felt... He gritted his teeth, maybe he could do it.

But for other masters, this may not be the case.

In order to ensure that every master chef can be in the most perfect condition, the two big factory directors spent a lot of effort and specially made connections to get a sleeper ticket for each person.

The room where Su Qingfeng's sleeper was located happened to be Fang Jidong, Xie Baolu and... Song Lingzhi. I don't know if it was specially arranged.

Su Qingfeng's bed happened to be in the back and by the window. When he stuck his head out, he could see the Su family members on the platform, stretching their necks and looking around.

The moment they saw Su Qingfeng's face, a large group of people waved at him. Two little girls, Feng Xia and Ji Qiu, also put their hands together to make the shape of a big trumpet and shouted loudly:

"elder brother--"

Su Qingfeng felt sweet and excited, and couldn't help but reply, "Hey——"

Feng Xia and Ji Qiu became even more happy when they heard the response. They shouted happily at the top of their lungs: "It's a good way to go."

Su Qingfeng: "..."

Poor boy!

Sure enough, when he shouted this sentence, the passengers on the platform, and even the police officers and passengers in the carriage burst into laughter.

Then, Su Qingfeng saw that his milk was given to these two little girls, each of them had a chestnut, and it seemed that he was going to go home and "clean up" them.

To avoid being like today next time, I learned a word but didn’t know what it meant, so I just yelled it randomly.

However, even though something went wrong along the way, when I saw Su Siwei still running and telling Su Qingfeng while the train was slowly moving forward, I wanted to explain all my usual experiences clearly and imprint them on Su Qingfeng. Inside Qingfeng's head.

Su Qingfeng sniffed, "Dad, what you said has made me sick for the past two days. Now that I'm gone, I won't say more. Wait until I come back! You should act like an adult at home and don't bully me all the time. Damn..."

Su Siwei was already running, but when he heard these words, he almost lost his breath.

What is it called makes me sick?
Is it possible that this kid doesn't know who he is talking about for?

Although he knew that he was trying to comfort himself, Su Siwei was still a little helpless.

When he heard the last sentence, he raised his head angrily, "Su! Qing! Feng!"

What is bullying?

That kind of thing between two couples...can it be called bullying?
There were slight traces of redness on Su Siwei's wheat complexion.

In the carriage, Su Qingfeng sighed, retracted his head, and closed the window.

This older man also got up.

There are only two people in this family. What would Su Qingfeng do without him?
bang.

The carriage shook and the windows closed.

Su Qingfeng slowly turned his head.

The door to their sleeping room was not closed, nor was the one directly opposite.

So in a blink of an eye, Su Qingfeng met the eyes of seven or eight men and women.

He thought for a while and felt that the Canton Fair was coming soon and it was time to show off his talents. He saw Su Qingfeng smiling implicitly, stretched out his hand and waved in the air, "Hi~"

Xie Baolu picked his ears and frowned, "What the hell?"

Ha ha……

Su Qingfeng gave up the idea of ​​dragging Yangwen.

These people don't understand foreign languages, and he can't speak English at all.

But when Su Qingfeng was talking to others, he didn't see Song Lingzhi's eyes light up.

Is this a coincidence or what?
Is it possible that Su Qingfeng still understands English?

It's just...it always feels a bit unreliable...

Song Lingzhi decided to observe again.

The person in the sleeper opposite was sizing up Su Qingfeng and his group, and Su Qingfeng was also sizing them up.

A pair of well-dressed grandsons and a pair with cameras looked like reporters.

The oldest man looked at Su Qingfeng with a smile, "Young man, where are you going?"

Everyone in the carriage here was stunned.

This old man is also interesting. Su Qingfeng is so young, normal people would think that he has a hairless mouth and is not good at work.

Who would have thought that this person would choose to start talking to Su Qingfeng first.

Su Qingfeng liked this atmosphere and environment.

This gave him the feeling that he used to sit at a stall in a busy city, shooting videos and bragging with the old guys around him.

He said openly, "Uncle, let's go south and prepare to go to Guangzhou! Did you know that Guangzhou is the place where the Canton Fair is held. Uncle, where are you going? Maybe we are going the same way?" "

The old man laughed loudly, "I'm not going the same way as you guys. When I arrived in Jiaodong, I got off the bus. My hometown is over there. I had to do something this time, so I brought my grandson here."

Su Qingfeng nodded with understanding.

But he did not show any doubts, nor did he ask the old man's family.

The old man looked at Su Qingfeng and a group of people carrying a lot of money, but they spoke and acted openly, and their clothes were neat and tidy, and a suspicion came to his mind.

Could it be that... these people are going to the Canton Fair?

He didn't say anything, but changed the topic and introduced Su Qingfeng to Jiaodong's seafood.

Jiaodong is actually a peninsula, surrounded by sea on three sides and rich in seafood.

Needless to say, there are clams, scallops, and mackerel.

When Su Qingfeng heard about Bayu, he wanted to drool. He smiled when he heard it: "Old man, have you ever eaten Bayu dumplings? I can make them! I'll teach you a way to put some in the filling of Bayu dumplings. You have to add meat to the pepper water, otherwise it won’t be wrapped.”

The uncle glanced at him and asked curiously, "Can you make dumplings filled with mackerel? Do you know mackerel?"

Su Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Wouldn't it be possible to make dumplings stuffed with mackerel after a little thought? I've even eaten them in a provincial capital restaurant. And... I'm a cook!"

The uncle said "yo ho" and got even more excited.

He was holding his grandson in his hand and an enamel cup in his right hand. There was a pot of malted milk in it, which was fragrant and sweet. His little grandson was so well-behaved and obedient that it was pitiful. He took the old man's hand and sipped the malted milk. Creamer.

So...the two of them sat in front of the door next to the corridor and started talking.

The people in the two soft bags didn't feel noisy, but felt that this way of riding in the car was quite novel.

There is no disgusting smell of feet or sweat, and there are no legendary seats occupied or noisy children in the sleeper berth.

There is only one child here, and he is extremely well-behaved.

Several people who looked like reporters nearby were even more excited when they saw this scene, feeling that they had captured the beautiful moments of the journey.

There was a click.As the flash came on, the old man showed a bright smile and even picked up his grandson in his arms.

The little grandson subconsciously showed a "toothless" smile, and soon after the flash dimmed, he pressed his lips tightly again.

Su Qingfeng snickered.

He finally discovered the reason why this child didn't speak.

After finally chatting about the meal, the two people in the soft bag happened to be not short of money and also wanted to try the meal in the Dongfanghong train. What is it like?
Is it as delicious as the legend says?

Even Su Qingfeng, who was tortured by train and plane lunch boxes in later generations, swallowed silently and became a little bit interested under the constant recommendation of his peers.

The dining area is in a specially divided carriage.

When Su Qingfeng came here, he saw the signature fried shredded pork with celery.

There were only a few people in the dining car.

At this time, there were still only a few people who could come to the train specifically to eat stir-fried dishes.

Even Su Qingfeng only planned to have a taste first and continue to eat his own dry food after returning.

It's not a matter of whether he can afford it. There are so many "feelings" from the old lady and even the whole family in his package. If he doesn't finish it, won't it all be wasted?
So Su Qingfeng just ordered rice and shredded pork with celery very implicitly.

This signature dish is really good.

After Su Qingfeng tasted it, he nodded silently in his heart.

Not only does it taste good, but it also contains both meat and vegetables in one dish, which can perfectly solve the need for meat and vegetable combinations.

Su Qingfeng inexplicably thought of the poor man's meal in his previous life, and couldn't help but feel happy.

But then I thought about it, there were only a few people in the carriage, which meant that there were more people who couldn't eat in the dining car and were reluctant to buy meals.

Thinking of this, his mood dropped again.

There were only a few people at the table, only three dishes, but plenty of rice.

Su Qingfeng didn't know what happened to others, but he himself was very hungry.

Chatting also requires physical energy!
Almost all of the people present were grown men, and after a while, the three dishes were almost completely wiped out.

Su Qingfeng's belly was bloated, and after enjoying the meal, she was full of wine and food, and thought about lust... Bah, bah, bah.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by laughter from the other side.

At the dining table opposite, there is a group of foreigners who are extremely eye-catching.

For today's citizens, information is still at the stage of paper media. In many backward places, information is lagging behind, let alone the impression it has on foreigners.

When I see a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, I don't just take a sneaky look at him.

Su Qingfeng looked at this group of foreigners. Compared with the simple gray, black and blue clothes now, these foreigners were wearing more bold and colorful clothes.

There are even some foreign men among them, wearing a gray tweed suit and a thin floral shirt underneath, with a thin bow tie underneath.

Coupled with Erlang's legs curling up, Su Qingfeng immediately thought of a word - second-rate!

The point is, isn’t it cold if you wear this in the Northeast?
Su Qingfeng silently lifted up her cashmere long johns.

This is a good thing. Xu Zheng brought it specially when he came to apologize for Liya's incident in private.

Otherwise, if Su Qingfeng wanted to buy this brand new one, he would have to go to the provincial capital.

In front of this group of foreigners, the salesman from the dining car awkwardly introduced the specialty in front of him in not very fluent English.

Coincidentally, this specialty is also canned fruit.

This salesman was probably in the car or in some factory. He took advantage of the opportunity in the car to sell and test the waters.

On the one hand, if the sales channels on the train are opened, it will also be a considerable income.

On the other hand, it can also reflect the opinions of foreign friends on the quality of their own products.

only……

Whether this is a "friend" or not, Su Qingfeng still has doubts.

Because although this group of foreigners had smiles on their faces and seemed to be in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, they were chattering and using some unfamiliar words to deliberately humiliate the salesman in front of them.

The salesman was limited to vocabulary level and could not understand the words.

But she was not a fool. Even if she didn't understand, the salesman could still feel the malice coming from their joking eyes.

Su Qingfeng originally thought that among the people present, he might be the only one, and at most one more Song Lingzhi would notice something fishy over there.

But I didn't expect that besides the two of them, there was another person.

No one expected that Mr. Yan, who had previously been smiling and talkative, frowned in displeasure and looked at the group of foreigners.

Su Qingfeng was slightly surprised, but not much.

A person's speech cultivation can come from rich life experiences or from a complete education process. From the current point of view, Mr. Yan may belong to the latter.

But so what if you know it?
A phenomenon that existed in the 70s was the so-called super-national treatment.

When treating foreign guests, these foreign guests always have a more wanton attitude than the host.

Su Qingfeng sighed, shook his head, and left here first.

Song Lingzhi, on the other hand, was a little unwilling and wanted to step forward to stop this group of people.

But soon, he was held down by a pair of hands.

These hands are old, but warm and dry. You can vaguely feel the raised calluses on the palms and fingertips.

Only then did Song Lingzhi wake up.

He opened his mouth, then closed it dejectedly.

It happened that during this brief interval, Su Qingfeng walked slowly over with a can wrapped in a silk scarf in his hand.

He walked up to the salesperson who was about to cry, pretended to recognize her, and pushed her, "Okay, okay, I can't even do this little thing. From now on, I say, you translate, okay?"

Although he was talking, Su Qingfeng briefly introduced himself at the beginning.

Facing this person who suddenly appeared, the man in the floral shirt on the sofa straightened his hair and applied hair cream to make it look shiny.

The bangs in front were carefully sprayed with mousse, raising them into a shy arc.

When he saw Su Qingfeng coming, he first squinted his eyes, then smiled inexplicably, lit the cigarette in his hand, took a slow breath, and then slowly exhaled it.

The smoke was thick in the air. The man in the floral shirt turned to the fat man next to him and chuckled, "This one is pretty good-looking. Better-looking than that Chinese woman."

Taking advantage of Su Qingfeng's inability to understand English, he raised his eyebrows at him and smiled charmingly.

Su Qingfeng was really pissed off.

　The second update is completed, making a little progress every day
　　
　
(End of this chapter)