My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This motel is a row of blue bungalows, shaped like an L.

There is a large parking lot in the middle, and the entrance to the intersection is the registration desk.

After leaving the registration office, Ethan returned to the car and drove the car to the front of the room before turning off the engine and stopping.

Rivera opened the door and lay down on the bed without even bothering to wash up:

"I buy coffee."

She lay on the soft mattress and said in a low voice: "I never want to run on the road like this again."

Two days a day are excitement, five days and six days are torture.

It was now the ninth day. She only felt sore in her waist and weak in her legs. For some indescribable reason, she was exhausted and just wanted to lie still.

"Get some sleep first and find a place to eat later."

Ethan threw his luggage on the ground, took off his coat, and jumped on the bed.

Rivera swayed a few times with the bouncing mattress, then quickly turned her head: "I'm just sleeping, okay?"

"I'm so tired, you're a beast."

"Of course." Ethan smiled, set the alarm, and pulled the quilt over him.

Rivera breathed a sigh of relief, punched him, turned over and hugged Ethan, and after a while, their breathing became calmer.

The tranquility in the room was broken by the alarm at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Ethan yawned and lifted the quilt.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The alarm also woke up Rivera, but she was still unwilling to move, so she turned over and continued to lie on the bed.

"You have two choices."

After taking a shower, Ethan walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his strong upper body steaming: "First, go in and take a shower yourself."

"Second, I'll carry you in to take a shower."

"Miss Rivera, I don't know which one you will choose? I hope it is option two."

"one!"

Rivera screamed, quickly got up from the bed, took off her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

"Ha ha."

After getting dressed, Ethan walked out of the room with a smile.

As the sun set, looking around, there was a patch of orange, and there was a clicking sound. The nosy shopkeeper was pruning the shrubs in the flower bed with big scissors.

He sat down on the couch next to the door and threw a cigarette into his mouth.

"Mr. Morgan."

The shop owner put the big scissors on his shoulders and greeted him: "How are you and your friends resting?"

"Not bad." Ethan exhaled smoke:

"It's quite quiet here and the environment is very good."

"That's good." The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cheerfully:

"My wife and I run this hotel together. Your review is a great compliment to me."

"Life will not treat those who take it seriously." Ethan showed his cigarette case:

"Would you like one?"

The shopkeeper licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head with difficulty: "No, thank you."

"My wife is at the front desk, you know."

Ethan smiled and put away the cigarette case: "Do you have any recommended restaurants here?"

"We want to go out for a meal later."

"Go forward along Highway 21 and turn right about 20 miles from here." The shop owner continued to trim the bushes: "There is a restaurant called Helen's there."

“The food is very good and the beef is top notch.”

"Thank you." Ethan nodded with a smile.

Along the way, they stayed in motels and tried a lot of delicious food on the recommendation of locals.

"You're welcome."

The shopkeeper replied, waving the scissors.

After smoking, Ethan returned to the room and turned on the TV.

Half an hour later, Rivera walked out of the bathroom, her face flushed.

Having been together for a while, he had already adapted to the speed of Rivera's bathing. He tapped his watch with his fingers to tell her to hurry up.

When the two people walked out of the door, the sky had begun to darken.

"Where are we going?"

After several hours of rest, Rivera regained some strength. She touched her stomach and said pitifully: "I'm hungry."

"The shop owner just recommended a restaurant, let's go try it and see how it tastes?"

Ethan started the car and turned the steering wheel.

The black Ford quickly drove out of the motel and drove in the direction directed by the owner.

The residents of this small town live a slow-paced life. There are not many vehicles on the road and they drive slowly.

Affected, Ethan's speed also slowed down.

As a former town police officer, he knew who was susceptible to being pocketed, and it was best to keep pace with the local residents.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Don't think that if you drive slowly, you won't get a ticket.

There were hundreds of thousands of dollars in the backpack on Rivera's body, and he was not willing to generate income for the local police station.

Not long after, I drove to the restaurant the owner mentioned.

This restaurant is just down the road, similar to a steakhouse.

The name of the store is very simple, just Helen.

The naming of stores in the United States is always simple and crude, and in most cases they are replaced by people's names.

The roadside outside the restaurant is empty. Either the food tastes very bad, or it's not time to eat yet, but since the owner recommended it, the food shouldn't be much different.

The two got out of the car, and Rivera walked forward: "How should I put it, although I don't know what delicious food is here."

"But I know there's one thing we'd better not try."

Ethan took a few steps forward and saw a few lines of large characters written in chalk on the floor-to-ceiling menu in front of the restaurant.

“Never order fish!!!”

"Haha, if we order fish, will we get a mouth-watering set meal?"

Ethan smiled and hugged Rivera, walking up the wooden steps.

"Squeak!"

When I opened the store door, there was a harsh sound. It looked like it had been there for some time.

It wasn't very bright inside, with dim lamps everywhere.

All the tables and chairs are made of logs, and it looks like a very American steakhouse. In the middle of the restaurant, there is a round bar and cashier.

The restaurant is surrounded by cozy country music.

After closing the door, the striking rod hit the tin can, making a clanging sound.

"welcome."

There was a silver-haired old lady standing at the bar. She said without raising her head, "Just find a place to sit."

There were only a few tables of customers in the restaurant, and it didn't look very popular.

They come, the security.

Ethan shook his head and walked inside with Rivera.

The silver-haired old lady raised her head and saw two strangers. She said in surprise: "Ha, that's interesting. Are you tourists?"

Ethan found a seat by the window and sat down, and replied:

"That's right. Do you have very few tourists here?"

"It's not much anyway." The silver-haired old lady threw a towel over her shoulder and shouted: "Amber, a guest is here."

Ethan wiped the table with his hand and found it was in good hygiene, so he sat down peacefully.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

"Hello."

Two glasses of ice water and menus were placed on the table. A waitress wearing an apron and a high ponytail stood next to the table, tapping the record book with a pen:

“Today’s recommendation is excellent bream and aged rib-eye steak.”