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Chapter 296 Noodle Shop (Thank you for your votes)

 “Cuckoo.”

 “Cuckoo.”

As the sky grew brighter, several cuckoos flew in from nowhere and stopped on the big tree outside the cave to call in turn. Their clear calls penetrated through the entrance of the cave and reached the deepest part of the cave.

There was a person lying on the ground there. It was Miyamoto Hideaki who had fainted from crying. He looked frightened, his body was shaking, and his head was sweating profusely. He must have had a terrible nightmare.

Perhaps he was awakened by the chirping of birds. His eyelids moved, his chapped lips opened slightly, and he whispered something. Then he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and shouted a sentence in Japanese.

 “No! Kiyoko!”

After shouting, Miyamoto Hideaki sat up suddenly, panting heavily, and turned his head to look at the surrounding environment. The expression on his face changed from panic to joy, and then from joy to resentment.

I don’t know what he was dreaming about, but looking at the gnashing of teeth, it was definitely not a good thing. After performing the facial expression, he picked up a stone from his hand and drew a portrait on the ground.

After finishing the painting, Miyamoto Hideaki looked at his work, nodded with satisfaction, then took off his leather shoes and photographed the portrait, spitting at the mouth and mumbling something.

 “Suma Yakichiro! He’s dead!”

He cursed Suma Yoshiro with the crooked ways he learned from nowhere, and then drew an old man and a short man. After doing the same, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.

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 in the past two days. He was in urgent need of food, otherwise he would starve to death in the mountains.

He rubbed his belly and walked out of the cave with a grimace. He looked at the cuckoo on the tree and swallowed his saliva. Unfortunately, he had no weapons and couldn't set traps, so he could only stare at the bird.

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

But it was better not to drink. After drinking, Mr. Vice-Consul felt even hungrier. He looked at the market town with smoke rising from the mountains, his eyes were glowing green, he washed his face casually, and walked down the mountain without hesitation.

Even if he commits suicide, he should not resort to the painful method of starving himself to death. As for whether there will be danger, firstly, his hungry stomach does not allow him to think too much, and secondly, he thinks that the Chinese people will not recognize him.

Miyamoto Hideaki knew clearly that there must be many people looking for him now, but after staying in the wilderness for two days, a medium-long beard grew on his face, making him completely different from his previous image.

 So let alone Chinese, even the staff of the consulate may not recognize him. He was in a very relaxed mood, his mind was filled with all kinds of snacks in Jinling, and his steps quickened.

At the foot of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, in addition to tourists paying homage, nearby villagers, as well as the mausoleum guarding troops and employees of the cemetery management office, there is a lot of traffic, and naturally there are various shops that rely on this to make a living.

There are the most various snacks here, spread out along both sides of the road, and it is very lively. However, the situation today is a bit special. Many shops have closed their doors, and only a few noodle and wonton shops remain.

When Miyamoto Hideaki finally came down the mountain, what he saw was this desolate scene, which made him panic, fearing that his trip was in vain.

He couldn't show up frequently. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to eat and then go back to the mountains to hide for a few days, but the only place where he could find food was here.

 Fortunately, Miyamoto Hideaki soon found an open noodle shop. He looked happy and trotted over. Before he entered the door, the aroma of noodles and broth hit his nostrils.

Miyamoto Hideaki wiped his saliva secretly, walked into the store, and said to the store owner who was busy: "Boss, what kind of noodles do you have in your store?"

 The noodle shop owner is a rather handsome young man. Perhaps his business is not good, so his attitude is cold and he has no intention of greeting him. He just wraps wontons by himself.

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

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

 Yoshi is an ordinary shop.

As long as he is not discovered, it will be fine, otherwise his family will be harmed. Miyamoto felt a little depressed and said feebly: "Please give 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. He walked quickly to the stove, grabbed a handful of noodles and put them into the boiling hot water.

 After staying in the mountains for two days without any sources of information, Miyamoto now urgently needs to know the situation outside, such as whether a war has broken out between China and Japan.

If the war had broken out, he would no longer have to hide in the mountains. Even if he would be punished by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or some other agency, he could finally save his life.

So he walked over to the shop owner and sat down, and asked as if nothing had happened: "Boss, why are you so deserted today? Did something happen?"

The shop owner fiddled with the noodles with chopsticks and said feebly: "It's not because of that Japanese devil named Miyamoto. Now the whole Jinling is looking for this guy.

Just find someone if you are looking for someone. As a result, the gangsters are extorting money everywhere and many shops can no longer be opened. If I were not in a hurry for money, I would not open them. "

Having said this, he looked Miyamoto up and down and said with a smile: "If the guest didn't have a beard, he really looked like that person, in which case I would be mad."

"haha, yes."

Miyamoto Hideaki laughed dryly, touched the beard on his face, and asked again: "How did the Imperial Japanese react? Is there going to be a war?"

The shop owner yawned: "Who knows? We are just ordinary people. It's useless to think too much about such a big thing. Sir, would you like to put some vegetables in?"

"Yes, thank you." Miyamoto Hideaki looked at the noodles rolling in the pot and sighed secretly. It seemed that he would have to hide in the mountains for a while. This was really bad news.

The shop owner fished out the noodles with a whisk, put in the cooked vegetables, poured on the broth and shredded pork, put on a handful of chopped green onions, and brought it to Miyamoto's table.

“Guest, please be patient. The noodles are not delicious when they are cold. I will serve you a bowl first. You are almost done with it. I will cook it again and you can taste it to see if it is salty or not.”

 “Thank you very much.”

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

　　After two days of starvation in the mountains, he drank a lot of cold water. Now his food tasted delicious, not to mention the deliciously cooked noodles. The bowl of noodles quickly ran out of water.

"Slow down, I can't cook it faster than you can eat it. Where have you been? Why are you so hungry?" the shop owner asked, cutting noodles in his hand.

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

"Then you should eat more." The shop owner cut the noodles a little faster and asked casually: "Looking at the sir, he should be a teacher."

Miyamoto forced a smile: "Why, do I look like a teacher? Unfortunately, that's not the case. I do some paperwork in a foreign business firm."

 “That is also a scholar.”

The shop owner picked up the noodles and put them into the hot water again: "It's not like us, who have to work hard. Customers can come to the shop more if they find it delicious."

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

Miyamoto didn’t pay attention. This kind of mom-and-pop shop was normal. He responded casually: “Okay, the boss’s craftsmanship is really extraordinary. I will definitely come here more often in the future.”

At this time, after hearing what he said, the woman looked surprised and said, "You are not a native of Jinling, right? From the accent of your husband, it sounds like you are from a fellow villager from outside the country."

 “Oh, is Madam also from outside the customs?”

Miyamoto Hideaki was a little excited when he heard this. He spent most of his life in Tohoku. At that time, his teacher had not retired and his life was very good.

 Whenever he encounters discomfort, he will unconsciously recall that time. It was a fairy-like day, not as difficult as in Jinling.

 Aiwujiwu, he has deep feelings for the Northeast.

The woman clapped her hands and said, "That's not good. From the accent, I know you are meeting a fellow countryman. There are not many people outside the Guan in Jinling. Are you from the Northeast?"

Miyamoto was equally happy and said: "I'm from Shenyang, Liao Province. I came to Jinling to make a living a few years ago. I'm sure, madam, you must be from Shenyang too, right?"

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

 The hard times are about to pass, and better days are about to come. No wonder the Chinese say that when fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they burst into tears. This is what it means.

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

 “Thank you so much.”

Miyamoto felt a long-lost warmth, and his eyes were a little moist. He lowered his head and ate the noodles, thinking about one thing, can the fellow villagers be free.

 Before leaving the consulate, the military attache took away all the cash on him in order to create the illusion that he had been robbed. Anyway, a dead person has no need for money.

Originally, he was ready to eat for free, but now he met a fellow villager. Seeing that the other person's life was not well-off, freeloading was a bit excessive.

Haunted by a dilemma, he ate two bowls of noodles. After finishing the meal, he took out a hidden gold button from his trouser pocket and handed it to his boss.

“I’m really sorry. I was in a hurry and forgot to bring my wallet. Here is a gold button. Please accept it. I’ll bring money to redeem it next time. Is that okay?”

He had a pair of these gold buttons and kept them on his body for emergencies. He originally planned to use them as burial gifts, but facing the "fellow villagers", he really had no shame in being in debt.

The shop owner was not angry. He walked over to Miyamoto Hideaki with a smile and said, "Sir, since you are inconvenienced, you can bring it next time. You must not accept the things."

The woman also said: "Sir, how can you say such a thing? Just now, you just treated me as a treat for my fellow villagers. If you have more time in the future, you can take care of my business."

What a kind, loyal and hard-working citizen.

Miyamoto Hideaki's conscience seemed to be aroused, and he thought sadly: If he died as ordered, it would bring serious disaster to thousands of kind, loyal, and hard-working innocent people in this country.

  But people can’t help themselves, and there is no future for themselves. Miyamoto took a deep breath and said: "No, please accept it. Goodbye, both of you."

 After saying that, he put down the gold button and wanted to leave. He had stayed here for too long. If he met the police, he would be easily exposed and the shop owner and his wife would be implicated.

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

Miyamoto Hideaki felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He slowly lowered his raised right foot and slowly turned around to see the shop owner with a philistine look on his face, looking at him with a smile.

 (End of this chapter)