Chapter 1004: The Non-Existent Father

Chapter 1005 The non-existent father

At noon, Lu Yao and the three of them had a buffet at the hotel restaurant. There were many types of food here and the taste was pretty good.

Seeing Song Shiyi's plate full of food, Lu Yao couldn't help but be curious: "There is a restaurant downstairs, why did you eat instant noodles just now?"

"Appetizing."

Song Shiyi cut a piece of grilled lamb chops: "If you eat instant noodles every day, you will find the taste very greasy and heavy, but if you eat it once in a while, it will be very appetizing. You can try it. The secret is to eat cup noodles in smaller portions."

Lu Yao said: "Your memory of eating seems to be well preserved."

"Muscle memory and conditioned reflexes."

Song Shiyi made an OK gesture: "The memory in the mind will be forgotten, but the body will give feedback when you smell the taste of the food you like. At least when it comes to eating, everyone's body will be more honest."

Lu Yao nodded: "Indeed."

Next to her, Song Shiyi was immersed in a large plate of beef fried rice, which was also garnished with some shrimp, chicken and crab legs. She still liked rice so much.

At this time, Lu Yao thought of a question.

The appetite of a godhead is exaggerated to eat openly. If more and more people gain the authority of a godhead, the earth's current agriculture will have to be upgraded to satisfy it. It's okay to try Xuzhou food occasionally, but you always feel that something will change if you eat it for a long time.

Lu Yao was eating a roll of fried noodles and asked Song Shiyi: "Can I eat Xuzhou's food for a long time?"

"Okay, I've tested this myself."

Song Shiyi blinked: "The strong physique of a godhead can completely bear the food over there. No matter whether we bring the food over there or we eat it in the past, if we eat too much, we will have diarrhea and weakness when we come back... …The root cause is that the two different dimensions have different natural laws.”

Lu Yao couldn't help but think of the canned Red Dragon he had tasted.

Finding it unpalatable is probably a form of physiological rejection and self-protection.

Song Shiyi said: "Should I inform Nong Lan about the situation here?"

"Have you checked on her?"

"Yeah. No problem."

Lu Yao said yes.

Song Shiyi made a phone call and said, "Nong Lan expressed her gratitude to us. She hopes to be able to show her kindness as a landlord and serve as our guide during this period... Do you think that's okay?"

"Can."

Lu Yao got Tai Sui's stump, at least what Nong Lan said is true.

Having a local god is always more convenient. Although there is nothing wrong with Anan, it is somewhat official, and it is difficult to say that he is relaxed around him.

About twenty minutes later, Nong Lan arrived outside the hotel.

Today she wore a close-fitting light pink short-sleeved shirt with a bun, a denim skirt underneath, a canvas bag diagonally across her body, and of course a thin belt around her neck. Unlike last night, Nong Lan was also wearing a pink mask.

"Have you caught a cold?" Song Shiyi asked.

"no."

Nong Lan said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I originally wanted to put on better makeup, but the result was not very good. I haven't put on makeup for a long time... so I used a mask to block it."

Lu Yao took a closer look and discovered that Nong Lan had changed his head.

She used to have a gentle female face, but now she has turned into a woman with single eyelids. Her face has become much longer, her cheekbones are prominent, and she is completely different from her previous appearance.

This is what makeup means.

Song Shiyi had no place she particularly wanted to go. She said that when she was an artist, she often came here to get some fresh air, but there was nothing new about this place.

Finally acted according to Lu Yao's plan.

They first went to the nearby Bangkok Doll Museum.

This museum is located in a residential area and is difficult to find. It is more like a personal collection room open to the public. Because the space is not large, a reservation is required to enter, and you can come and go freely only on Saturdays.

Nong Lan communicated with the owner of the house and actually persuaded him to allow Lu Yao and others to enter temporarily for a visit, and also gave them each a bottle of herbal tea.

"People usually come here with children, and many children want to buy dolls here."

As he walked, Nong Lan introduced: "This place was established in 1956 and has a history of almost 60 years. There are about more than 400 dolls in total. Dolls are exhibited here and various dolls are also produced. The materials are mainly from Thailand. Mainly produced domestically, there are characters from traditional Thai dramas such as Confucian drama, and ethnic groups from various tribes in Thailand..."

Lu Yao looked at this small museum.

There are many glass windows inside, on which various dolls are placed very compactly, showing postures of dancing, fighting, or playing drums and playing music.

Most Thai dolls have bright costumes, gold or silver decorations, or strange-shaped masks. In addition, there are also Santa Claus, Japanese-style girls, small stone statues, African dolls, Lego dolls, Mario and Red Dragon, as well as various cities, villages and courtyards built with toys.

In this not spacious room, the lights were as dim as oil, and the dolls sealed in the glass boxes showed strange smiles, all facing the direction of the tourists. This scene had an inexplicable eerie feeling.

Dolls in the Thai sense are quite different from what Lu Yao thought.

As we all know, the beginning of a horror movie is that you know something is wrong, but you still have to go through it.

Lu Yao decided to change to the next one.

The second place we went to was the Jim Thompson House.

This place is a small villa courtyard. The original owner, American Jim, came to Thailand as a spy during World War II. Later, he settled in Bangkok for a long time, promoting the Thai silk industry and making Jim Thompson's silk scarves become the Hermes of the silk world in the eyes of Thai people. Later, Jim Thompson disappeared in Malaysia, which made his story more legendary.

Jimmy himself is also an architect. He visited various parts of Thailand and selected 6 distinctive houses, disassembled them, and transported them back to redesign and reassemble them. There are also a large number of cultural relics he collected from all over the world, which make up the current Jim Thompson House, which is also a characteristic museum.

The red Thai-style building is located in a large number of tropical green plants. There are deep walking paths inside, shaped like a miniature tropical rainforest. Many tourists stroll here, drink afternoon tea, take pictures, and admire the photo walls and various silks here.

Song Shiyi and Nong Lan chatted very enthusiastically.

Lu Yao was tired after walking for ten minutes.

This place is not suitable for me, I might as well go back to play mobile games.

With Isabel, a caring power leveler, the experience of playing is not too good.

When Lu Yao walked to the door, he saw some vendors setting up stalls across the street. One of the old men was pushing a cart, seemingly grilling some snacks. The old man was wearing a big apron, with few hairs left, dark skin, and skinny.

He was stunned.

Manu?

Although the dress was a little different, they were too similar.

Lu Yao ran across the street and found the old man.

The other party looked over and pointed to his stall with a famous finger: "eat?"

Lu Yao nodded.

Then the old man started to make food.

He used a black iron baking pan to make a kind of charcoal grilled pudding, which was basically adding coconut cream to the batter, then baking it and serving it with crispy green onions. This snack was unexpectedly delicious, so Lu Yao made a gesture.

"Ten!"

I want to eat ten.

The old man happily wrapped it for him in lotus leaves.

Then a new problem came. Lu Yao didn't speak Thai, and the old man didn't look like he could speak Chinese.

He also found that he had no money in his pocket. Because he was with Song Shiyi, he left this aspect to her completely, and he only had to carry the bag to travel. Many Thai stalls accept WeChat and Alipay, but this one doesn't.

So after eating, Lu Yao made the same gesture again, "Ten more!"

Then he quickly called for help.

Song Shiyi and Nong Lan arrived here quickly.

With Nong Lan as the local translator, communication became smoother. Especially after Nong Lan gave a tip, the old man became obviously more talkative.

The old man's name is Zhan La, who makes a living by selling coconut pudding and doing odd jobs.

Lu Yao asked him: "Do you have a brother?"

Nong Lan translated: "He said yes, but his brother died of illness when he was a child. He also has a sister who is now married in Chiang Mai... He asked you, why did he ask this?"

Lu Yao looked at the old man: "Because I know someone who looks very similar to him."

Nong Lan communicated with Zhan La. This time the two talked for a long time, repeatedly explaining and thinking about each other, and finally the old man nodded.

"He said you might be looking for his father."

"Because many people had come to him before and asked about his father. He only remembered his mother, but he didn't remember anything about his father. He had no impression of his father at all, as if he didn't exist. After his mother died, the three brothers and sisters of Zhan La lived with their relatives. When they were young, people often came to ask about their father's situation."

"Many years have passed, and no one has asked about this anymore."

The old man took out a cracked mobile phone from his pocket and opened a black and white photo.

Lu Yao took a look and saw that it was a photo of a woman and three children, but there was a large empty space on her left hand side, as if there should have been another person there.

In the old photo, the woman was smiling, and her hair and outline were exactly the same as those that old Manu had repeatedly traced on paper.

The forgotten person who could not be remembered.

Manu should be Zhan La's father.

Lu Yao asked: "Those people are looking for your father's whereabouts?"

"They are looking for something, they say it's in my father's possession. It's the fang of some animal, covered with some blood patterns, used to make amulets."

"But I don't know anything, I've never seen such a thing."

Blood pattern fangs?

Lu Yao realized that this might not be a simple matter.

Usually he would withdraw from it.

But Manu helped him get the Suihou Pearl, so he helped him this time.