Chapter 642: A hero is useless

At the gate of the sanatorium, the fat man saw Tom looking around from a distance, then waved his hands vigorously. Beside him were five or six foreigners of height, fat and thin. Among them, there were also a few Chinese people, with a total of three or four jeeps, a little dusty.

"What are the fun of foreigners? Fatty, you can do it. The entire sanatorium has attracted even foreigners!" Old Man Wu thought he was coming to the sanatorium.

The fat man grabbed his head: "I don't have that much face. They probably came for the monsters in Tianchi, which happened."

"Harrow - Brother Tom, welcome you!" The fat man waved his hand and greeted him enthusiastically. These people who came here were probably not ordinary people, most of them were full, but the fat man pointed at them and helped make a name for himself.

Tom and the fat man first had a warm hug. Good guy, don’t be stupid and affordable. I guess I was really happy: "Mr. Huang, please forgive our presumption. There is no way. The climate on the mountain is cold. These experts are worried that after the ice is frozen, they will not be able to observe the water monster. Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Smith, an expert in researching water monsters."

The fat man was a little worried about the word "expert", most of whom were "bricks". However, he still shook hands with the bearded Smith with a smile.

"There are also experts in paleontology and fish." After Tom introduced these experts, the fat man understood the general idea. There were really mixed fish and dragons, with serious scientists, but some were specialized in figuring out strange things. There were even one who specialized in UFOD, and it was said that he personally took pictures of the UFO.

Several Chinese were assisting personnel sent by the government, which could be regarded as a scientific expedition team, but obviously the purpose of surveillance is greater than the purpose of the inspection.

"Mr. Huang, when will we take us up the mountain?" Smith was still anxious.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "Haha, let's wait for these two days, our sanatorium will open the day after tomorrow, and I can't get rid of it."

Smith frowned and said, "Let's find another guide to go up the mountain."

"no, no-no." Tom waved his hands repeatedly. He had seen beasts on the mountain, flocks of wild wolves, and real wild Siberian tigers. If he had not led the fat man, it would not be possible to come out alive. He had lost his life. What else would he do to investigate?

Smith obviously didn't know the depth and was still persisting. Tom took out a few photos and shook them in front of him. When the guy saw the tiger and wolf on it, he calmed down.

After passing the guards' inspection at the door, the group entered the sanatorium. The fat man took them to the bungalow. The waiter poured tea. Maomao and they brought a lot of fruit. Someone immediately started taking photos.

Maomao had seen a large formation and was not afraid of the flashlight at all. She stretched out her hairy claws and sent pears to everyone one by one. Finally, she left the largest one and handed it to the little boss on her back.

A zoologist immediately became interested in the monkey's behavior and pulled the fat man to ask the bottom of the matter. The fat man was annoyed by him and pushed him directly to Qiqi: "Hehe, these monkeys are all trained by the little girl." Then he went directly to the kitchen to arrange food.

At noon, we mainly eat fish, and everyone fished for it. When the meal started, four tables were sitting in the restaurant, and the fruit platter was served first, and then a large plate of dipped pickles were filled with palm-sized lettuce leaves, red radish, watery big cabbage glutinous rice balls, fragrant coriander, and small cabbages that were long. There was also a stack of dried tofu on the top, red, green, yellow, and very bright.

Of course, dipping sauce is inseparable from sauce. The small fish caught by Old Man Wu’s cage are all fried into fish sauce and stewed sour that the fish bones are soft.

"Haha, try my labor fruits first." Old man Wu picked up half a piece of dried tofu, dug a chopstick of fish sauce and applied it on it, then tore some vegetables, rolled it into a round bucket, took a big bite, and chewed it soundly: "Happy!"

When a few foreigners on the next table saw this, they also followed suit and rolled dried tofu into pieces, and they all ate it to the point of thumb. For them, this is the first time they eat it.

When I was young, the catfish stewed eggplant, the car owner's raw fish shredded fish, braised big carp, and the fish intestines provided by the fat man were served, and finally there was a big fish head soup.

The fish expert who came with Tom was dizzy: "It's so abundant, how many kinds of fish are there?"

The fat man grabbed his head and gave this problem to Boss Che. He was a veritable expert. Boss Che started with his fingers and said it from Sanhua Wuluo and Shibazi. The fish expert had no choice but to nod.

The three flowers are collectively known as the three types of fish, Aohua, Bream and Crucian. The meat of Aohua is tender and has little thorns and delicious. It is one of the four famous freshwater fish in my country. The meat of bream is fat and tender, and the fat content is extremely rich. Crucian flowers are fresh and are often used to cook soup or steam.

The five types of fish are Zheluo, Farro, Yaluo, Tongluo and Huluo; as for the eighteenth sons, there are many, all of them, and they are of various sizes, such as Chuan Dingzi, Liu Genzi, Gayazi, etc., which are all listed here.

Nanwazi has a wide variety of fish, and there are dozens of them that can be named. The owner of the car knows it well. The characteristics of each fish are even well-known, which is eye-opening.

After a meal, all the fish on the plate were gone, everyone's belly rose, and their knowledge also rose.

Drinking the steaming medicinal tea, Smith didn't take care of it and kept asking Tom: "What to eat for dinner?"

Qiqi lay beside the fat man's ear: "Fat uncle, it turns out that foreigners are just like you, and they are all traitors--"

In the afternoon, the autumn sun shone warmly, and it was a bit like an autumn tiger. The fat man was excited: "Let's go, let's go to the hot spring first and check it out."

So a large group of people whirled out of the sanatorium. Not far away were the hot spring pools. The water was bubbling and bubbles were smelling a scent of sulfur from afar. When they got close, a foreign scientist sucked his nose hard, walked around the pools, and then exclaimed: "It's amazing. There are at least five hot springs with different water quality here. It's rare in the world to be able to gather together!"

After hearing his tricks, everyone got into the house and started taking off their clothes. The preparations for the nursing home were really sufficient, and the swimsuits were prepared. Others were easy to say, but the fat man couldn't find the right one. Even if the elasticity and number were the largest, he couldn't mention the root of his thigh.

The fat man didn't care, and was just wearing big shorts and shouting: "Everyone should pay attention. There are sulfur pools, carbonic acid pools, nitric acid pools, and mixed ones here. Choose according to your own physique and hobbies. Don't soak in each pool too long, be careful not to get dizzy!"

Everyone agreed and jumped into the water with a crackling sound. The temperature inside was higher than that outside, and they sweated after a few thumps.

"Uncle Wu, I've been fat in the past two years." The fat man, Old Man Wu and the fat man were in the same pool. When he saw that the skinny old man Wu had grown fat, he took out two handfuls of gray pond mud from the bottom of the pond and applied it to Old Man Wu's chest.

"Boy, you're getting bigger and smaller!" Old Man Wu was about to stare at the fat man and smiled and said, "This is called mud therapy. These muds in ponds have been settled for tens of millions of years. You can't find anything else. Just take advantage of it."

"That's it." Old Man Wu nodded, and simply took out the pond mud and smeared it on his waist. After applying his upper body, he walked towards the shallows, wiping it while walking, and finally turned into a clay man, lying on the shore and basking in the sun.

Smith and the others followed suit, all of whom were armed as clay figures, laying on the shore, revealing their eyes, noses and mouths one by one.

"Fat Uncle, Grandpa Wang and the others are here-" Qiqi's voice floated over, and she and Ye Zi held their hands and jumped over.

"Where is the person?" The two little girls looked at him for a long time, but they didn't find anyone. It was very abrupt. A clay man stood up by the pond not far away, jumping and running towards Qiqi.

The two girls jumped and then saw something wrong from their body shape: "Hehe, fat uncle, it's useless to put on makeup. Who can be as fat as you?"

The fat man laughed a few times, then ran back to the pool, tied a few fierce pieces, cleaned the mud on his body, then went back to the house and quickly put on his clothes. Qiqi called Grandpa Wang only one person, her father-in-law, who was Big Braida's father-in-law.

I heard that it was Secretary Wang, and Old Man Wu also changed into clothes. The fat old man was old and could not spend too long, so he followed Qiqi back.

Secretary Wang and the most important leaders of the county all came. The fat man went up and called out "Dad" warmly, and was pushed aside by Old Man Wu and pulled Secretary Wang into the house for tea.

The county magistrate who followed had to come forward and ask what else to do to do. As a result, everything was ready, and the fat man and the others had already made arrangements.

The fat man had nothing to do, so he could only go to the kitchen to have food. The chefs basically became decorations and all helped Chef Li Er. There is no way. Although their skills are superb, they really can't come to these local dishes. It seems that only when the official opening the day after tomorrow can you show your skills.

However, considering that there were several foreign guests, Zhang Liang asked the chefs to make a few Western-style meals. These chefs avoided the status of completely doing odd jobs.

There was another table for supper, and Tom and Smith sat in front of the table early and waited for the meal. Soon, a plate of stewed gargoyle stewed with golden sauce was served. Other ways to eat this fish were wasteful, just a little oil and a big sauce fryer, and the size of the gargoyle was kept intact and the original flavor was best maintained.

Among the three transformations, five eleven sects, the taste of Gayazi is the most beautiful. Chopsticks and knifes are raised together, and no one is polite. I don’t know what’s going on, but no one feels restrained in the sanatorium.

After a meal, the dishes on the table were almost gone, and only a few Western-style meals were not moved. I guess the plates were served to the kitchen, and those chefs would definitely be sad. There is no way, heroes are useless.
Chapter completed!