I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 609 The Meaning of Travel (4)

Chu Qingmian was silent for a while, and chose to continue firing at Butler Han.

"Next question, Uncle Han! Since you were forced to come here on a mission, why do you look so happy? You really love being a traitor!"

"No, no, no, miss, listen to me, this is what happened."

Butler Han still kept his hands on his head, trying to speak for himself.

"If you think carefully, I have been working for the Chu family for twenty years. The year before you were born, I took over the job from the previous housekeeper and officially started working there.

At that time, my husband's career had just started to take off, and his wife was not as strict as she is now. I spoke too much.

Miss, what I want to say is that in the past 20 years, except for going back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I have never had the opportunity to take a vacation! ! Three years after another three years! "

At this point, Butler Han's tone already showed some signs of collapse.

Come to think of it, the job of a housekeeper is very tiring. Working non-stop for twenty years is simply torture.

After working overtime for twenty consecutive years, Su Chengyi couldn't help but feel some empathy from the bottom of his heart as a social animal.

"what?"

Chu Qingmian frowned slightly, then said:
"Uncle Han, why do I remember that you had a vacation? I remember that uncle who often came to replace you at work had a big mole on his face!"

"That's my dad, miss. I ask him to take over when I'm sick."

Butler Han said miserably with a bitter face.

".sorry."

Chu Qingmian covered his face and apologized sincerely:
"Then have you ever thought about suing my dad through labor law or something? This is too much exploitation of labor!"

"Actually, I do have vacations, but there are many things that I am really worried about. The Chu family is really too big, and the daily chores may not seem heavy, but when they are piled together, it is a bit unimaginable.

My wife is a very particular person. Most of the time, I am really worried about her. Occasionally, I ask my father to take over the shift, but I have to make all preparations in advance. No kidding, even if I am in the hospital for an IV drip, I have to keep an eye on the news in the employee group to feel at ease. "

Butler Han sighed and recounted the difficulties he had faced over the years. He couldn't explain the bitterness, but every word he said was heartbreaking.

"Why not?"

Uncle Gao in the driver's seat adjusted the backrest of the SUV and said this slowly.

"Wang Wang!"

Fury in the back seat also howled twice, as if in cooperation.

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So the tears that Butler Han had just managed to shed were driven back again.

Yes, this is a very realistic question.

Why don't you quit if it's so hard? Are you a masochist?

of course not.

It’s just because the salary offered by the Chu family is so high that no one would say no to such a monthly salary and an extremely generous year-end bonus.

"How much is Butler Han's monthly salary?"

Su Chengyi tilted his head and asked curiously.

He asked this question to Chu Qingmian, who thought about it and whispered a more conservative number in his ear.

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Su Chengyi instantly put away all his sympathy.

We are all office workers, and he is a core employee of a large company who graduated from a prestigious university. His salary is like a joke compared to that of the manor housekeeper.

"That only increased later! There weren't that many at the beginning!"

Butler Han waved his arms to defend himself.

"Okay, okay, so Uncle Han, even though you're working hard, this is no excuse for you to be a traitor!"

Chu Qingmian knocked on the back of the chair and spoke righteously.

"No, no, what I want to say is that I just want to take this opportunity to have some fun and have some vacation!"

Butler Han said with a sad face.

"what?"

The other three people in the car uttered this questioning syllable at the same time.

If the dog really didn't understand human language, it would probably make a "Woo?" sound to express its confusion.

"Really? Don't disbelieve me! Northern Europe has always been my favorite place to travel!"

Butler Han sighed and raised his hand to signal them to look out the car window.

Su Chengyi cooperated and raised his eyes. The outside world was covered with snow and ice, and the sky was dark and gloomy. The most iconic building, Hallgrimskirkja Cathedral, was shining with warm yellow light.

It is indeed a rare sight in China.

"It's a rare opportunity, I really want to come and see it. It's just such an opportunity, a public trip, it would be a waste if I don't come."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Butler Han couldn't help feeling guilty, and his voice gradually became as thin as a mosquito's.

Chu Qingmian leaned against the car window, looking at the ice flowers condensed on the glass. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but suddenly he curved his eyes and smiled.

"Okay, I accept this reason!"

"Eh."

Now it was Butler Han's turn to be stunned. He had thought that it would take a lot of effort to convince his young lady.

"But you still can't be a traitor, Uncle Han."

Chu Qingmian blinked.

From Su Chengyi's perspective, her pupils in the reflection of the car window were as beautiful as the crystal ball in the hands of a fortune teller.

"This"

Butler Han sighed and hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry. When my dad arranged for you to come here, he actually knew that there would be a scene where you would be questioned. If I didn't ask you anything, he would think something was wrong."

Chu Qingmian spoke slowly, with an attitude of "no one knows a father better than his daughter".

"He sent you here just to tell me indirectly that even if I run to the ends of the earth, whatever I do is still under his nose. He also wanted to tell me not to forget my identity. That's all."

Uncle Gao in the driver's seat silently turned on the air conditioner in the car, and the glass windows gradually became foggy due to the temperature difference.

Chu Qingmian casually drew a smiley face on the window, then turned around and looked at Su Chengyi with a smile.

"But I don't care."

"Yeah."

Her smile was so radiant that Su Chengyi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Ok!"

Chu Qingmian nodded heavily, and then said seriously:

"My concern now is what are we going to eat tonight!"

"I saw it in the travel brochure on the plane before. There is a special restaurant in the local area." Su Chengyi thought for a while and replied.

“What are the characteristics?”

Speaking of eating, she was no longer sleepy, Chu Qingmian couldn't help but ask curiously.

"There is a restaurant called Grillmarkaurinn, which is quite popular. Its specialties include grilled lamb chops, lobster soup, and..."

Having said this, Su Chengyi deliberately prolonged his tone, as if to whet people's appetite.

Miss Chu, who was very easy to fish for, quickly took the bait and asked with her eyes open:
"as well as?"

"And, whale burgers."

Su Chengyi held back his laughter and gave an answer that sounded a bit like a joke from hell.

"!!!"

Chu Qingmian was so shocked that he took a breath and couldn't help but move closer to cover his mouth to stop him from talking.

But after dodging her control skills, the latter continued to speak slowly:
"Whale steak."

"Su Chengyi!!!"

“Grilled whale kebab.”

"I'm ignoring you."

Seeing that the young lady was really getting angry, Su Chengyi put away his teasing thoughts and took out the specially prepared camera from his backpack with a smile.

"Look at the camera, miss."

Chu Qingmian, who had turned away angrily, couldn't help but turn around when she heard him ask this. She raised a smile and her unconsciously raised hands looked like two playful rabbit ears.

The focus of the lens was full of the youthful aura of the girl. Su Chengyi paused for a moment before pressing the shutter button.

Chu Qingmian in the camera always has the temperament of a heroine in an art film, with a cold face and a bright smile. The smiling face just drawn behind her is a very wonderful composition.

Su Chengyi looked at this casually taken photo and felt that it looked like a still of the heroine in a movie. Audiences with rich imaginations could easily imagine a long plot of tens of thousands of words.

With the "click" of the shutter button, people can feel that this journey to the ends of the earth has truly begun.

Finally, they came to the Grillmarkaurinn restaurant, which means barbecue market and mainly serves some Icelandic specialties.

Under the oppression of Chu Qingmian's cold attitude, everyone only ordered relatively normal food, grilled lamb chops and lobster soup were naturally indispensable.

It is said that the mutton here is tender and fresh without any smell. Many people who originally did not eat mutton will change their views after eating it.

Butler Han was such a person. However, after he mustered up the courage to eat a piece of grilled lamb chops, he unfortunately saw the lamb heads ordered by the Russians next door. He almost vomited for a moment and lost his appetite.

So Uncle Gao happily took over his portion of lobster soup.

Su Chengyi flipped through the menu and said with interest:

"In fact, there is another dish here that is said to be even more exotic than whale meat: fermented shark."

"Fermented shark?! It feels like a dark dish!"

Chu Qingmian's face wrinkled into a ball, obviously unable to imagine what that smell was.

“Fermented shark is a traditional Icelandic delicacy that Icelanders usually enjoy during important festivals. However, many tourists who come here to eat it cannot accept the taste.

Because scientifically speaking, these meats have a strong ammonia-like smell, which some people describe as a strong smell of urine. Therefore, those who have never eaten it but are very curious can imagine that they are eating jelly made of urine.

In short, in other words, your feeling is not wrong, it is just dark cuisine. "

Su Chengyi closed the menu and said with a smile.

Apparently, after he said this, Miss Chu's appetite was about to go out. She silently put down the knife and fork in her hand and began to gnaw on the small piece of bread.

Only Uncle Gao was left, still munching on his oversized plate of grilled lamb chops without changing his expression.

Yes, for a professionally trained special forces soldier like him, he must have eaten even more unacceptable food in more extreme survival environments, probably similar to the food in "Man vs. Wild". I think it is even more inappropriate to mention on the dinner table than fermented shark.

Therefore, it was obvious that only the battle-hardened Uncle Gao and the bad-natured Su Chengyi enjoyed the meal.

Seeing this, the enthusiastic waiter also recommended to them the "Black Death Wine" that every foreigner who comes to Iceland will try.

Su Chengyi had also heard of this kind of wine with a strange-sounding name, but he had only seen it in some books about the traditional culture of Nordic countries.

Winemaking requires particular attention to raw materials, and Iceland's geographical location meant that it was destined to not have very good conditions, so "smart" humans had a flash of inspiration and thought of using potatoes and coriander to make wine.

That’s how Black Death was born, with a taste described as “rye bread soaked in gasoline.”

The outrageous combination of Black Death wine and fermented shark is regarded by many as a rite of passage to Iceland or a proof of one's own strength. It is also a way for local Icelanders to provoke and tease visiting tourists.

Su Chengyi thought, it was probably just like how people in Beijing tricked people into drinking soy milk, and people in Yunnan and Guizhou tricked people into eating zheergen.

Facts have proved that although the regions are thousands of miles apart and the cultural backgrounds are completely different, human beings' bad tastes are relatively consistent.

Under the enthusiastic recommendation of the waiter and stimulated by the phrase "since we're here" which is engraved in the DNA of Chinese people, the four people finally decided to order a bottle of so-called Black Death Wine.

Of course, Miss Chu almost orgasmed just by smelling the scent, and Butler Han covered his mouth and nose with the excuse that he was going to drive soon and hid eight hundred meters away.

In the end, only Uncle Gao and Su Chengyi were left, staring in a trance at the mysterious liquid in the cup.

"Do you really want to drink, uncle?"

Su Chengyi asked expressionlessly.

"It doesn't matter if you try it."

Uncle Gao held the cup in his hand, thinking that was all.

He is a tough guy who has drunk high-concentration vodka in the cold wind of Siberia. How bad can a mere potato and coriander wine be?
"Dry!"

Uncle Gao picked up the cup and clinked it with Su Chengyi.

Adhering to the mentality of "real men never keep fish", the two of them raised their heads and took a big sip.

All kidding aside, Su Chengyi felt that not spraying Uncle Gao in the face was his best effort.

This thing can't be called wine at all. It's not an exaggeration to say it's poison. Perhaps pesticides can't bring such exaggerated sensory stimulation to people.

Uncle Gao opposite didn't look well either. The tough guy's facial muscles twitched stiffly for several times, and he just couldn't swallow the wine in his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, Su Chengyi, are you okay?!"

Chu Qingmian came closer with a worried look on his face, but quickly backed away because of the pungent smell of alcohol.

Su Chengyi stared at Uncle Gao opposite him without changing his expression. The two of them were in a stalemate for about ten seconds, and they both saw the same message from each other's eyes:
Help.

No more.

吐？
vomit!!!
The two of them lowered their heads in tacit understanding and spit all the wine in their mouths back into the glass.

Even so, the irritating and uncomfortable feeling in his mouth still lingered. Su Chengyi even doubted for a moment whether it would be better to swallow it quickly. He held it in his mouth for so long before his body could react, and he felt like there were alcohol bubbles in every cell.

Chu Qingmian handed over her own cup, which contained the lemonade she had asked the waiter for in advance. Su Chengyi took it and took several big gulps before he recovered.

"You big idiot! Who told you to take such a big gulp?"

Chu Qingmian pulled his ear unhappily, pouting with worry in her eyes.

Su Chengyi shook his head and said:

"I finally understand why some people say that if you are eating fermented shark meat, maybe taking a big gulp of Black Death and getting drunk quickly is the right thing to do."

(End of this chapter)