Mo Sheng's two words not only made Meng Fei furious, but also made Ai Ting's face immediately turn from sunny to cloudy, and cloudy quickly turned to gloomy.
Fortunately, Mo Sheng also realized that his outspoken words would cause unnecessary serious consequences, and said seriously to Ai Ting, who was looking uncertain:
"The master considers himself a good detective. His idea of pushing someone off a mountain to create the perfect crime is just out of his interest in reasoning, not because he is trying to murder his wife and replace her with another woman."
After finishing this explanation, which was already terrifying, she turned her gaze to Meng Fei, who was still frightened, lowered her head and said quietly:
"It's not as you think, Master. Qi Mei did not restore the powers given to me, nor did she give myself Boss Fan's mind-reading powers.
"But Qi Mei is a miko. As long as she is with her master, she will always pay attention to her master's thoughts, find out her master's needs and try to meet them.
"I saw you looking at the mountain opposite there from a distance, your eyes full of yearning, and I knew you really wanted to be able to fly freely.
"If I could give you the ability to fly, I would definitely do it. Unfortunately, my ability has not been restored yet.
"Then you looked at the teacher again, with a lewd smile on your face. I almost understand what you mean.
"I can't ask the teacher to fulfill your wishes. But I can say it for you."
When she said this, Suzaku beside her looked over with wandering eyes, as if asking: "Didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to ride me?"
"Then you looked at the bottom of the cliff with a half-frightened, half-interested expression. I guessed that you were imagining a mystery story about a perfect crime.
"So I would also like to come up with one for you."
Meng Fei wanted to say angrily: "Even if you are great and you can guess it, you can't just talk nonsense, okay?"
But his wife was right next to him, so of course he didn't dare to make a mistake.
Ai Ting breathed a sigh of relief and no longer struggled with this annoying matter. Instead, she turned around and looked at the mountain villa they were about to stay in. She waved her hand and said:
"walk into."
Beside the narrow cliff path is a yard surrounded by a tall bamboo fence.
Pushing open the squeaky courtyard door, there is a concrete floor brightened by the afternoon sun. In rural areas, this is called "Shaiguping".
But now there is no rice drying on the valley floor, and there are no chickens or ducks running around for you to accidentally step on a piece of chicken poop.
On the contrary, there are several black steel carbon stoves placed on the empty platform, and wooden chairs are placed around them. It is obviously the location of the most famous "self-service barbecue" on Tiantong Mountain.
Just like a real simple farmhouse, there are no fancy gardens or ponds, and the house is directly behind Shaiguping.
This house is said to be a villa, but in fact it is still an old farmhouse made of simple blue bricks. The house has two floors, enough to accommodate a dozen people.
Couples like him and Ai Ting can live in a single double room on the side of the first floor. Zhuque, Mo Sheng, Xiao Han, and Tang Wenwen all live in small single rooms on the second floor.
What's worse is that single men can only live in beds scattered around the corners of the living room and corridors.
At this stage, Fatty Chen is still considered single and has only been assigned a bed in the corner under the stairs.
Of course, Meng Fei had no time to talk to them. He and Ai Ting moved their luggage to the big bed room in the side room.
The smell of straw, familiar in distant memories, penetrated his nostrils. It made him feel itchy all over his body.
Because every time he went to live with his grandmother in the countryside in his previous life, he would sleep on a bed with straw under the mat, and his body would always be covered in rashes.
But the source of the straw smell in this side room is actually the roof. There was no straw in the room.
In the middle of the old, cracked cement floor is a large iron stove for heating the fire, with the chimney shooting straight out of the roof.
The bed is still a standard hotel bed, with a super soft mattress and a clean, thick quilt. From the sheets to the quilt cover, it is all a charming rose red.
Miraculously, there is a simple wooden door next to the bed. This is the "back door" of ordinary farmers.
Meng Fei didn't have a good impression of the back door of a rural farmhouse. Generally speaking, after the back door is the "back of the house", which will give you all kinds of surprises.
Such as the smelly pig pen, the toilet full of spiders, the cemetery with fireflies and will-o'-wisps floating in the middle of the night, etc.
But before he could make any move to stop it, Ai Ting had already unbolted the back door with great interest, opened it and took a deep breath.
"Wow! So beautiful!"
Meng Fei hurried to the door and then remembered that this was a resort, not a real farmer's house.
Pigs are not raised here, so there is no need for pig pens. And there is a normal bathroom, so there is no need for a pit to fully ferment.
Behind the house is another courtyard that is completely incompatible with the farmhouse style and has several steaming hot springs.
The yard has no fence and is completely surrounded by a roadless hillside covered with dense bamboo.
The ground is paved with smooth black stones, and in front are four hot spring pools separated by a few steps.
It is indeed the legendary barbecue + hot spring hotel, and it lives up to its reputation.
A few minutes later, everyone was already soaking in the hot spring in twos and threes.
"Mixed bathing for men and women" is also one of the selling points of Tiantong Mountain. However, contrary to the speculation of passionate people, the "mixed bathing" here is no different from an ordinary swimming pool.
Everyone wears swimsuits to soak in the hot springs. It's okay if you don't want to wear a swimsuit. There is a bathtub in the bathroom in the room, so one can soak as much as he wants.
Each hot spring pool is three to four meters square, and the inside of the pool is made of smooth and clean light blue porcelain plates. There are steps under the water at the edge. When people sit on it, the hot water reaches right up to the chest.
Although these pools are all artificially constructed, it is said that the water here comes from the natural hot springs on Tiantong Mountain and is rich in various minerals. I don't know if it was artificially heated or not.
The water in the four pools is different. There are light red red wine baths, brown Chinese medicine baths, light white milk baths and completely transparent salt baths.
After experiencing it one by one, Meng Fei came to a conclusion. No matter how much money you spend on the bath, the feeling of soaking in it is the same.
Other than the fact that the water is warm enough and the pool is big enough, it's not fundamentally different from soaking in a bathtub at home. So water and pools are not the focus.
The point is that the various human beings soaking in the pool with you will give you strongly different feelings.
For example, what is the difference between Ansheng and Chen Han and the two brothers floating in the Huangpu River?
Boss Fan, who pays great attention to maintenance and fitness, is quite eye-catching with his sculpted bronze muscles. But Meng Fei really wasn't interested in this either.
What really attracts attention are the goddesses.
When her hair is wet and her skin is soaked in water, a woman has a completely different scene from ordinary ones. The real black hair is like forging, the lips are like red spots, and the skin is like gelatin.
