Interstellar Love Hunting Guide

The man shook his whole body like an electric shock, then turned his head in amazement, opened his mouth, and said in the authentic Xi'an Mandarin: "What's your name hungry?"

Russell looked at his face in shock, as if in a dream, he couldn't speak, no, it seemed...wrong.

The man calmed down first, and looked at Russell in confusion: "Little brother, did you admit the wrong person?" He smiled tolerantly, took out a wad of paper leaflets from his pocket, and scratched it with saliva. A piece of Cerussell’s hand: “Hello, hungry, called Huang Mudu, welcome to Yiqingzhai Pao Mo Restaurant, the address is at No. 23 in District 8, authentic old Xi’an taste, free chili sauce, sugar and garlic when eating Pao Mo , A 20% discount during the opening period, and a free beer..."

Huang Mudu is still chattering. Russell’s hand holding him has loosened. He is not Sauter. He looks older than Sauter. His chin is not as high as Sauter. The eyes are exactly the same, but the corners of his eyes are slightly drooping and the eyebrows are slightly drooping. It's also milder than Sott's angle.

It's just that it's so alike, especially from a distance, it's exactly the same.

"I'm sorry, I confessed to the wrong person." Russell apologized disappointedly, thinking about it, how could Sauter appear in such a place, he should be still devouring the star system and fighting, or he is back to Sagena, or is looking for anxiously. For yourself, or, if you are lucky, you are already on your way to the earth...

"What's the matter." Huang Mudu had a good temper. After flipping through the downloaded form, Russell noticed that it was the result of a brain magnetic permeability scan, so this uncle came to see the doctor too: "You and me My friends look so alike, I was dazzled for a while."

"Hehe, then your friend is handsome enough." Huang Mudu smiled and said, "I have been hungry in the solar system for more than 20 years, and I have never seen anyone be hungry."

Huang Mudu speaks humorously, with the shrewd kindness of a businessman, it is easy to make people feel close, plus it is very similar to Sauter, Russell has a subconscious affection for him, as if he wants to catch him. Some kind of illusory comfort, I was reluctant to leave. I took the leaflet he sent and looked at it, and said, "You opened the pao-mo restaurant? It's been a long time since you have eaten the pao-mo, is there a basin? "

"Yes, there are, authentic Chengcheng water basin lamb, crescent moon bun, Meidi is very good." Huang Mudu also has a strange affection for Russell. With loneliness, the poor doctor ran alone, rubbing his hands, and said, "Forget it, you all said Hungry Changdi is like your friend, so please have a basin for you. The shop only opened yesterday. , It’s a repeat customer, you have time to introduce some customers to Hungry."

Russell would definitely refuse to change, but maybe it's because I feel really fragile today, or maybe because the weather is cold and I really want to eat a warm meal, and nodded: "Thank you then."

Pao Mo Hall is not far from the hospital. Russell wanted to take a walk, so he followed the yellow wooden calf on foot. The two walked one after another on the traffic trestle. Outside the transparent wall, the Martian sandstorm was raging, and the world was covered with red sand. . Seeing this deja vu scene, Russell’s pace slowly slowed down. This is really like Mine Star. I remember Sauter holding himself flying in the sky, just like yesterday, but now, hundreds of light years away. Between each other, I don't know when I can meet again.

Huang Mudu walked in front, and felt the footsteps behind him disappeared as he walked. Turning back, I saw Russell standing on the trestle, looking dimly at the cloudy sky outside, wrapped in a large camel fur coat. Inside, the wind blew the hair to cover half of his face, his face became paler and more hung, and his heart suddenly twitched. Before thinking about it, he strode over, took off his scarf around his neck, and said softly: "Why don't you go? What do you see?"

"Oh, it's okay." Russell woke up and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm distracted, I'm always like this, intermittently, huh." He lowered his head and saw the plaid scarf on his neck, his heart moved, and he hurriedly took it off and paid it back. Go back, "It's okay, I'm not cold, boss Huang, please surround yourself, this color matches your trench coat better."

Huang Mudu saw his refusal so firm and looked a little embarrassed, so he took the scarf and walked side by side with him: "You are intermittently distracted, and this person who is hungry also has an intermittent seizure, which is worse than you. More."

"Huh?" Russell thought of the form he had downloaded, and remembered that he was also going to the doctor, probably because of a brain disease.

"Hungry has intermittent schizophrenia." Huang Mudu said in a serious manner, Russell was shocked, schizophrenia? This disease is terrible. Many people behave like sheep when they are okay, and immediately become a butcher at midnight. In other words, he will not get sick now, right?

"Haha, I'm afraid." Huang Mudu looked at him in surprise and said, "Hungry, this schizophrenia is different from ordinary drops. It only occurs once in a few years, and it takes only a few minutes. What have you done, but it certainly doesn’t hurt people, you are scared."

Although spermatozoa is very scary, it is strange that Russell is not afraid of him at all, probably because of Sauter, he always feels very close to Huang Mudu.

When they talked, the two of them arrived at a pao-mo restaurant. The restaurant was not big. There were only a dozen tables. Because it had just opened, there was no business. There were three or four tables in the restaurant. A teenager wearing a small Hui hat was serving food. Mudu came back and sang her promise, and said, "Uncle Huang, are you coming back?" It was also an authentic Xi'an Mandarin.

"Come to two basins, six crescent buns, and add some cold dishes." Huang Mudu didn't say much, and took Russell to sit on a small table in the corner and said, "I checked on an empty stomach in the morning, and my stomach was also hungry. No, let's eat together."

Russell nodded, and Huang Mudu asked again, "Don't you drink? Hungry, there is beer."

You can’t drink alcohol during pregnancy, but Russell is in a bad mood today, and he is about to give birth soon. Alcohol has little effect on the fetus, so he nodded, "Okay."

Soon the water basin came up, large slices of mutton floated in the fragrant mutton soup, the green cilantro and green onion were sprinkled on the top, the color and fragrance were delicious, and the index finger was moved as soon as it was on the table. Russell had no appetite and was hungry when he saw it. I took the moon-ya-moon and opened the bubble, took a sip of the soup, and praised: "It's really fragrant."

Huang Mudu laughed and said, "Then eat more. If one bowl is not enough, please ask you another bowl."

The two were eating and chatting. Russell asked, "You went to the hospital to see schizophrenia? What did the doctor say?"

Huang Mudu spread his hands and said: "What the hell, it's actually a traumatic injury. The hungry life rescue capsule hit the earth twenty years ago, and the head was hit by that collision. I can't remember anything. I don't know who I am. I don’t know where I came from, and I don’t know how to say. I don’t have a penny on him. Fortunately, there is a master Di Xi’an at Kaipao Moguan who keeps hungry. No, I’m hungry here to open a branch for him. "

"Oh, that's amnesia, isn't it schizophrenia?"

"Almost, anyway, there have been three or five times in the past few years, but I suddenly remembered what I used to do, but every time I was so prepared, I went over all of a sudden, and I didn’t even know what to do with a notepad. "Huang Mudu sighed and said, "Hungry this time I want to ask the doctor. Even if the amnesia can't be cured, I can predict when I will think of it next time. Unfortunately, he said it's still a random drop, random. Random, what's the difference between the answer and the answer? Doctors are all tricks, one can talk more than one, just swindle money."

Amnesia is so painful, I don’t know who I am, where I am from, I can’t go back to my family, I can’t see my family...Look at Huang Mudu, I’m afraid it’s not fifty or forty. Here, the family should be anxious. Russell helped him pour a glass of beer, and touched it: "Brother Huang-you are older than me, let me call you Brother Sheng-this glass of wine counts as I borrow flowers to present the Buddha. I wish you an early recovery of memory and find your own home."

Huang Mudu picked up the cup and touched him, drank it, and sighed. Although his expression was still smiling, he was obviously less perfunctory than before, and more moved, and said, "Good, good, Thank you Brother Luo." After eating two bites of food, he asked again, "Hungry to see if you look bad, are you sick?"

For those who go to the hospital, except those who visit the patient, Russell nodded and said, “It’s nothing serious. It’s always easy to get sick when the season changes.” The natural environment of Mars cannot survive. To adapt to the human body, the time and seasons here are set according to mainland China. At this time, Beijing is mid-autumn, and here is also adjusted to the autumn temperature, which feels a bit chilly.

"Then pay more attention to your body." Huang Mudu asked the guy to add some mutton soup to him, "Come on, eat more."

A meal was delicious, and I drank some wine. The whole body was warm and warm. Russell was standing outside the store wrapped in a coat, feeling the anxiety and coldness in my heart seemed to be driven away by the hot lamb soup a lot, unlike before. So depressed, I shook my fist and encouraged myself: Just one person alone, with intelligent nurses, and all delivery tools, I don't believe that I can't come out of life alone!

Going back to the Chang'e with high spirits, Russell raised the room temperature of the entire ship a bit, took a shower, lay down on the bed wrapped in a quilt and watched Sauter’s video, watching him cook soup for himself in his apron, stupid. He laughed, the laughter echoed in the empty cabin for a moment, disappeared, everything was quiet again, Russell's nose couldn't help but sore.

I heard that dystocia will kill people, just in case...

Bah, baah, crow's mouth! Russell gently twitched his two mouths, closed the memo, and lay down without turning off the light. Suddenly, Huang Mudu's gentle smiling face appeared in his mind. He didn't know what was happening, but he calmed down and fell asleep quietly.

Russell woke up more than ten hours later and stepped barefoot on the ground. Suddenly he felt something under his feet. When he looked down, it was a leaflet from Pao Mo Hall. Yesterday, he was bored and folded into a paper airplane and dropped it on the ground. Smacking his lips, I felt that Huang Mudu's mutton soup and Soter's Chachabe Soup looked like, especially the aftertaste, which looked incredible.

Russell rubbed his face, changed his clothes, and decided to have another meal of lamb.

When I arrived at Pao Mo Hall, there were a lot of people in the shop, and there was not even an empty table. Huang Mudu stood at the counter to collect the money. He saw Russell at a glance and waved at him: "Are you here? Today? My business is very good, what a seat."

"Oh..." Russell looked around, a little disappointed, the air in the restaurant was full of the rich mutton soup smell, and it was so fragrant that it was very similar to Sauter's craftsmanship.

"Everything, you come, you come, hungry to take you to eat later." Huang Mudu waved to a girl who was carrying a plate, "Woman, come and help uncle collect the money, uncle will go and do a little while later." He dragged Russell to the operation room.

The shop was busy with people coming and going. Russell’s hand was pulled by Huang Mudu, which was a bit embarrassing, but his hand was big, warm, and familiar to the touch.

"Come on, give you a small stove." Huang Mudu smiled and set up a folding table in the corner of the storage room, and set up a folding chair. "This is a special seat for Hungry Di, I will entertain you today." He said and ran in. In the kitchen, he jumped in and grabbed a bowl of water that he didn't know who was it, and shook it in front of Russell's eyes. Anyway, he was the boss, and the chef didn't dare to say him.

After he settled down, Huang Mudu ran ahead again. Russell ate the bun and drank the mutton soup. The long-lost feeling of being taken care of seemed to be back again. Of course, it was completely different from what Soter gave him, Huang Mu. The calf is very stable and feels like an elder. He takes special care of you, but it is not ambiguous at all and is very comfortable.

Yuzaiyouzai finished the meal, Russell went out to check out, Huang Mudu was not there, the lady at the front desk didn't charge him for life and death, she said in Xi'an, "Brother Luo, hungry, Uncle Huang said, thank you for coming to the store yesterday. Since I beat you and left, the guests have been playing so badly. It is also today. When you come, you will be lined up outside. He said that you played the lucky cat for the hungry, and you will be free for life."

Russell looked at the glass door and reflected his face that was getting rounder and rounder, not to mention that it really looked like a lucky cat, embarrassing.

"Don't be polite, Brother Luo." The little girl grinned, "I'm hungry. Uncle Huang is a good guy. He plays that... more subtle, anyway... You will often come to the store to see how he plays. Anyway, free of charge, no Eat for nothing."

Russell heard her overtones, but didn't think much about it, and just smiled. He knew very well that Huang Mudu didn't mean that to him. This person was enthusiastic, but at the same time a decent person.