Restaurant Hu

Chapter 1

In the middle and late July, the changes in the current situation in the world almost shocked the jaws of many people who eat melons.

Hu Ankang couldn't help sighing like everyone else: the wheel of history—no, it's a rocket, you fly so fast!The billowing torrent brought up overwhelmed me.I really sweat for liberal arts students and graduate students.

The flickering screen in the unlit room made Hu Ankang's delicate face a little weird.

Lying on his side, he glanced at Weibo, yawned, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, and after thinking about what he had to do tomorrow, he pressed the power off button decisively, put the phone back and closed his eyes to enter the darkness. sweet country.

For a few seconds before falling asleep, I was thinking that the resume I submitted a few days ago was accepted, and I would have an interview in a few days.Go shopping for a dress and take care of yourself before leaving tomorrow.

There is also the Sakura figure, the Sony Hokage commemorative earphones...

Hu Ankang, who was sleeping on his side while thinking about things, of course didn't notice that the phone on the bedside table was stuck on the shutdown interface and was still.There are no words on the screen, just the diffused blue and white light pointing upwards.

When he woke up, he felt that something was wrong with him. The slightly sore and swollen back and numb legs reminded him of the military training in college, like the feeling of being reluctant to sleep on the bed at night and sleeping on the floor.

He picked his hair with one hand, and rubbed the bed habitually with the other hand to touch his clothes—huh?My hair grows long?Why is my bed so hard?Where are my clothes?

Hu Ankang, who had a sore back and a sore back, found that his neck also had some problems. He let out an "ouch" and muttered, "It seems that he still has a stiff neck."

At this moment, Hu Ankang still had his eyes closed.

He moved his neck slightly, and it felt okay—fortunately, it wasn't a stiff neck, otherwise his head would be broken again.

What a pain.

Thinking of this, he jolted awake and opened his eyes.

"..."

Looking at the inexplicable room, he turned his head back and forth several times in a daze.

At this moment, the rhythmic footsteps and soft female voice came from the paper door and window that Hu Ankang glanced at——

"Master, the servants are coming in."

Hu Ankang, who was called the young master, was stunned when he saw the maids who were obviously dressed in ancient clothes.

Did you pass through?

But obviously Hu Ankang's stupid look didn't attract the attention of the two maids.

After all, anyone who has experienced his master's frequent, uninterrupted, and sudden bewitching for more than ten years has become accustomed to it.

A servant girl took green salt and a water basin and waited for Hu Ankang to wash his hands. Another servant girl dressed him in a modern modified cheongsam—a jacket with a stand-up collar and buttons in the middle, and ankle-length trousers on his lower body. Skirt, a pair of cloth shoes on the feet, two pointed heads turned up.

Hu Ankang recovered from his daze, and the two words Hongmei and Cuiliu appeared in his mind, which should be the names of the two maids in front of him.

After getting dressed, a delicate and thin woman named Cui Liu sat Hu Ankang on a polished and smooth wooden stool. Hongmei, who had a slightly fat face with baby fat, brought a mirror. It was not exquisite, but blurred. The ground can illuminate the five sense organs.

Hu Ankang looked at himself carefully in the mirror and opened his mouth—isn't this himself at the age of sixteen or seventeen?

It's so different from him who was 25 or six years old.

It was a youthful young man who was full of vigor and aura.

Cui Liu took out the comb with a calm face, combed Hu Ankang's hair, wrapped the roots of the hair with a hair rope, then tied it into a bun, coiled it on the top of the head, leaving no hair outside, and finally fixed it with a hosta Well, this is the hair tie; then she went to Hu Ankang and adjusted the bun, neckline, cuffs and so on.

At this time, Hongmei, who painted his eyebrows and powdered him, had almost completed his task.

Hu Ankang only reacted now, why do these people put makeup on themselves? !

Why do the clothes you wear look so feminine?Although there are no flowers and no decorations.

Don't think I'm a modern person, you can bully me, let me tell you.

Hongmei looked at Hu Ankang's face again, took out a piece of red square paper, and held it up with both hands, Hu Ankang took it over with a very honest conditioned reflex and squeezed it lightly on his mouth.

The two servant girls bowed and took a step back, stretching out their respective hands: "Master, please go to the dining hall to have breakfast."

Juan Kangmengli Meng supported the hands of the two maidservants knowingly, and walked out in a nonchalant manner.

Then frantically swiping the barrage in my heart——

I'm so crazy!where is this

Didn't it mean that the bare-backed general chrysanthemum will go out and not be reborn?

#Always feel that I have come to an amazing place#

No matter how much he roared in his heart, Hu Ankang was still expressionless.

To be reasonable, Hu Ankang, who was suspected of time travel, was actually not very impatient except for his confused face, because he found that he didn't seem to know everything about this place.

The usual attitude of the maids also determined Hu Ankang's thoughts.

Following the two maids out of the room, he found that he seemed to be familiar with every plant and tree on the road, and most of them were the type of flowers and plants that he liked and were easier to feed--I am worthy of being a man aesthetics and choices.

Calmly and carefully looking around, so far, what Hu Ankang can confirm is:

1. Been here myself.

2. Huh?It seems that I remembered it myself!

The barrage in Hu Ankang's heart paused for a moment, and then he swiped back and forth at ten times faster speed!

[Oh, you finally remembered? ]

The voice in his head startled Hu Ankang: 【Who are you? 】

[Why do you still not know who I am when you think of it?I am you and you are me.I understand everything you know, although you don’t understand some of what I understand, but our memories and emotions are shared, and we can exchange and play with each other. ]

【I do not know how? 】

[Probably because your IQ is off the line, after all, this time you exchanged your whole body with me, it should be fine after a while, you are still several years younger!Remember, you are me, and I am you, so you will live in this world from now on, and I will live in your world!That's it.You can live here in peace.It won't be long before we can meet again, and I'll see if we can get back in exchange. ]

[Thank you, I don't want to get younger, what is the reason for our situation? 】

[So I am looking for the reason, this time I always feel that it is not my fault alone, there should be an external force at work.Why is there insufficient energy? !Hello--]

Hu Ankang listened carefully to the last sentence with a dazed face, but there was no more text.

So, how do I spend the rest of my time in this world without computers, mobile phones, and WIFI?

Hu Ankang is thinking about this extremely serious question, but now, he still needs to meet "my" family first. He has a bit of a vague impression, but he needs to see people to confirm his judgment.

Hongmei and Cui Liu let go of their hands before reaching the dining room, and bowed to leave. Hu Ankang walked into the dining room alone, and saw some people sitting on the chairs in twos and threes.

He also recognized these people: his grandma, his uncle, his parents, and his eldest brother's family.

This is really my family!Although the number has increased, he still recognizes his parents, and he feels a little relaxed. He also has an impression of the extra relatives.

Hu Ankang paid his respects to those present: "Ankang to Grandma, Uncle and Aunt, Parents and Mother, Good morning, Eldest Brother and Sister-in-Law."

Everyone nodded.

Hu Kangkang, a little bean with big eyes and a small round face, greeted Hu Ankang in a decent way: "Good morning, uncle."

Grandma Tai was a kind old woman with a smile on her face. Seeing that everyone was here, she waved her hand and said to the people around her, "Call Qingzhu and the others to serve."

Several maids filed in, and the leader brought a warm white towel to each person present to wipe their hands, and then set the table and chopsticks.

Then the maid in the back served big fat steamed buns, bulging steamed buns with perfect folds, thick and glutinous porridge and meat porridge, a plate of boiled eggs, and a dozen dishes of refreshing and appetizing side dishes, not counting. Too rich, but full of a family atmosphere.

Everyone sat down, and after Grandma moved her chopsticks, she picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat quietly. Hu Ankang also sat down and thought about his situation.

He has completely calmed down. This big family is his relatives, and the face of his parents has not changed. This land is definitely mine!Thinking about it, I am a little excited! [not]

The Hu family has a total of [-] people, including grandma, my parents, elder brother and sister-in-law, uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, nephews.

But at present, the eldest brother and sister-in-law are out, and the cousins, cousins, nephews and nephews have returned to the cousin's natal home together.

Hu Ankang sorted out the family relationship, and then lamented how he had somehow crossed over, and the man said I remember!The key is that I don't remember most things except people and grass, what should I do?

But before he was sad for a quarter of an hour, the grandma on the seat put down the spoon, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, looked around at the people on the table, and suddenly said: "Ankang, today you want to be with you." Mother is going to Mount Wutong, last time I finally agreed with Abbot Jinghui that you should go."

Mother Hu replied: "Good grandma, I will take him there."

The author has something to say: novice, new article, please comment, please comment! !

Short stories, light-hearted and brainless articles, after all, the author's IQ determines the depth of the article~ Let us walk on the road of building a brilliant road of silly, white and sweet.

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If there are any items that do not conform to historical logic in the article, such as chairs, peppers, etc., and some settings, it probably does not match the historical ORZ.

If you have any suggestions or comments, thank you very much (づ￣3￣)づ╭～