Chapter 712: Seeing Da Mai

The morning in a village on the plains at the foot of a big mountain is always full of insects chirping and birds singing, and of course, the smoke and fire that a farmhouse should have.

The sky was already bright, and the sun had just risen. The light passed through the thin morning mist, dreamy and blurred. The dew on the wheat branches was crystal clear, trembling with the breeze and dripping down.

Wang Yan wore a duck-billed cap on his head, pressing down his hair that had slept into a bird's nest. He wore sportswear and sneakers, and after a burst of rapid running on the asphalt road in the wheat fields, he gradually slowed down until he stopped completely.

Panting slightly, Wang Yan took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the data on the sports app. Running twenty kilometers, time forty-five minutes, pace 2:25. He opened the browser and searched for the world record for a half-marathon, which was fifty-seven minutes and thirty-one seconds.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, stretching his arms and legs, standing in a split, doing stretches.

On a whim, he had a satisfying run at nearly full strength. Ever since he had tested his body at his own company and found that it exceeded the acceptable range of ordinary people, he had never done a physical examination again because it was too shocking, which was obviously not good, and he couldn't complete a comprehensive physical examination independently, so he just left it at that.

His daily exercise was also always watched by people. To avoid attracting too much attention, he also performed at the level of a sports athlete.

The Yunmiao Village he was in now was different. It was relatively remote and had a small population. Even the local villagers rarely ran so far to the wheat fields to wander around at five o'clock, which of course made it very convenient for him to run wildly.

Although the phone's timing might have some deviation, in reality, it wouldn't be that much, at most about ten seconds, with an error within two hundred meters. If this result were announced, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

And although he was at nearly full strength, he wasn't really at full strength. He was running at a constant speed to the greatest extent. Under the condition that his body could support it, he tried his best to run as fast and as long as possible. That is to say, he still had the energy to run another twenty kilometers at the same speed.

As for the strong explosive sprint, he didn't measure it because that focused more on the numbers after the decimal point, but it would definitely be within eight seconds. This was far beyond the world record of nine point five eight seconds, because at this level, improving by one millisecond is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Wandering around for a while to calm his blood, Wang Yan practiced boxing on the deserted road. After a burst of movement, he finished his daily exercise and started his daily life.

By the time he returned to the village, it was not yet seven o'clock.

At the restaurant at the entrance of the village, just as Yang Guanjun said last night, there was a restaurant called "Yiwei" with a large steamer rack at the entrance, rising with heat. If he wasn't mistaken, the boss of this house should be called "Yiwei"...

Wang Yan wandered over and greeted: "Boss, what kind of fillings do the buns have?"

"Spiced meat, beef, just these two kinds, and steamed buns without filling." The busy boss inside walked out, introduced the pricing of their house to Wang Yan, and at the same time lifted the steamer lid to let Wang Yan see the size of the buns and steamed buns clearly.

The buns were normal buns, neither very big nor very small. Wang Yan took a look and laughed: "Give me a steamer of spiced meat and beef each, and pack some pickles."

The boss packed the buns and asked with a smile: "Haven't seen you before? Are you a newcomer? Staying in the courtyard? I have tofu pudding and soy milk here too, do you want some?"

"Yes. Give me two bowls of tofu pudding."

"Then I won't charge you for these pickles. We are very good here, it's just that we are blocked by the outside, otherwise we could be popular here too. You must have a good time; if you don't have a good time, it's really a pity. If you need help, you can find me. This backyard is where my family lives, I'm always here. Oh, right, you can also come to my house to eat; my craftsmanship is very good, I'll give you a ten percent discount."

The boss packed the buns and got a small plastic bag, putting all kinds of homemade pickles into it, quite generously.

Wang Yan believed that the other restaurants would also say the same thing and make the same choice. This should have been discussed by the bosses of several houses sitting together before. No one hoped for more tourists to visit more than these people who opened doors to do business.

Perhaps there was also Xie Zhiyao, the college student who returned home, and Huang Xinxin, the college student village official stationed in the village, who were communicating. After all, judging from the performance in the drama, these two people together were the collective will of the villagers of Yunmiao Village. Although there were still some messy things that held them back, overall, these two people were the masters of Yunmiao Village.

"Then let's make it tomorrow noon. I'll come over to taste it then, and I'll order four dishes and one soup from you first." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, "Alright, boss, you packed too many pickles, enough for three meals."

"The pickles I make are especially delicious, you'll know when you go back." The boss packed some more and said, "You just come over tomorrow, I'll make it fresh."

"I'm just afraid that there won't be ingredients when ordering dishes then. Boss, don't worry, I don't have any taboos, and I will definitely come over, just make your signature dishes. How about this, I'll transfer another hundred to you as a deposit, and I'll come over around eleven o'clock tomorrow noon."

While talking, Wang Yan very simply scanned the code and paid for the breakfast together.

The boss grinned: "Just wait and see, I'll definitely satisfy you."

Wang Yan took the buns and pickles with a smile, held them in his hand, greeted the boss, and wandered back toward the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, Wang Yan didn't see Ma Qiushan get up early. Based on this, Ma Qiushan should be a night owl. After all, when they broke up and went to sleep last night, it was after ten and before eleven. Basically, according to the rest time of adults, they should wake up around seven o'clock. After all, there is no work to do, and they are idle all day, so there will be no energy-consuming situations. Ma Qiushan also wants to cultivate his character, so getting up early is inevitable, getting up to eat breakfast, practicing Baduanjin, etc.

But Ma Qiushan didn't get up, so he didn't get up. Wang Yan felt that this greasy middle-aged man who used a Nokia in front of people on weekdays was likely playing with his smartphone at night, and the light of the small square box shining on his greasy face was him giggling... Of course, it didn't exclude that he was staying up late thinking about projects for a comeback.

Without returning to his room, Wang Yan went straight into the kitchen and saw the back of a long-haired woman wearing loose brown home pajamas, brushing the pot there.

He deliberately made some noise, and the woman turned to look. What Wang Yan saw now was a woman with oily, matted hair, who looked quite good, her eyes revealing confusion and fatigue, looking a bit dazed and cute.

Not to mention that Wang Yan could diagnose by looking, just looking at the dark circles under the woman's eyes, he knew that this was a player with irregular work and rest for a long time.

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The corners of his mouth raised, revealing a friendly smile: "It's Seeing Da Mai, right? Hello. I'm Wang Yan, I just came yesterday."

"Ah? Ah..." Seeing Da Mai was stunned for a moment, "Hello, Wang Yan."

"Are you making breakfast?"

"Yes, cooking noodles."

Wang Yan patted the buns on the table: "Freshly baked buns from Yiwei Restaurant at the entrance of the village, both spiced meat and beef fillings, I bought quite a lot, let's eat together. Oh, right, did you see that bag? Inside are local specialties from all over, take whatever you want to eat."

Seeing Da Mai let out a long breath: "Thank you, but I want to eat noodles."

"It's okay, then you make more? Let me taste it, and we'll eat together. A day's plan lies in the morning, breakfast must be eaten well. Let's eat together, there will be more variety."

After a brief thought, Seeing Da Mai, who had already passed the "dark sky" according to the proper rest time, thought carefully. The spiced meat buns at Yiwei Restaurant were still good. She only wandered around the village for two days because she wasn't used to the bed when she first came, and she had eaten the buns there once. Now that she thought about it, she really wanted to eat them, and the taste of the small pickles seemed okay too...

After careful consideration, Seeing Da Mai nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"Then I'll get some specialties, eat more. I wanted to call you down to eat last night, but Seeing Nana said you are an internet writer and can't be disturbed, fearing that it would disturb your train of thought, so I didn't call you."

"Correction, it's an internet writer, I can't be called a writer yet. Seeing Nana told me on WeChat yesterday that you wanted to give me duck meat and pig's trotters, thank you. I'm cooking noodles."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Wang Yan cut some meat for a platter, while Seeing Da Mai waited for the hot water to boil without saying a word.

After a while, Seeing Da Mai seemed to suddenly remember something: "That Wang..."

Looking at the dazed woman in her twenties who suddenly stalled and crashed, she was trying hard to recall, and there was some awkward embarrassment in her eyes. Wang Yan showed a friendly smile: "Yan."

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment."

"It's okay. What do you want to say?"

"Do you want to eat eggs? Poached eggs!"

"Two, thank you." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

Seeing Da Mai gave an "oh," and while the hot water hadn't boiled yet, she ran to the fridge in her slippers, took out two eggs, closed the fridge door, and returned, cracking two eggs into the pot quite skillfully.

She had poached eggs many times and summarized the experience. When the water is about to boil, turn down the heat, and slowly, gently, crack the egg in. In this way, the egg liquid will curl up and become a perfect poached egg.

Watching the two eggs gradually take shape in the pot, Seeing Da Mai nodded with satisfaction...

Wang Yan sat at the dining table in the back, fiddling with his phone while watching Seeing Da Mai's self-entertainment.

This girl was quite interesting, very dazed, and also a target of his mission. Actually, her conditions were quite good, and her level of writing novels should be sufficient. Because the Windy Courtyard is remote, the rent is not high, 7,500 for three months.

Xie Zhiyao wanted more people to come to Yunmiao Village to drive tourism and consumption. On the other hand, the guest rooms also needed turnover, which is why Xie Xiaochun said that the decision to renew the lease or not had to be made half a month in advance. Homestays always have standards, renovations always cost money, and combining the homesteads of three families always has rent. And the aunt who cleans up also needs a salary. They themselves are not a hot spot, there are not many tenants, so they cherish every customer. In this case, there is no problem with bargaining to 7,000. According to the information provided by the "living father," the room he lived in was 7,000 for three months.

Seeing Da Mai didn't come here for tourism, she didn't have much spending besides eating and drinking, the prices here were okay, and she could cook by herself. Adding everything together, two or three thousand a month was needed, and adding the rent was five thousand. And her parents didn't support her writing novels very much, so it was highly likely that they wouldn't support her with much money. Because when it reached this point, what parents could control their children was only money.

So looking at it this way, Seeing Da Mai should be supporting herself, at least five thousand a month. But obviously, if she really only earned five thousand, no one would choose to spend more than two thousand to rent a house. Seeing Da Mai started full-time writing after graduating from college, and she still had skills in her hands, so she was a mature author, and the money she earned must be more than five thousand. According to normal circumstances, it should be at least seven or eight thousand.

And writing internet novels, it is rare to earn seven or eight thousand. Either there are many readers, or there are many updates, only these two kinds. According to the drama, Seeing Da Mai writes in a niche category, so she should have some level.

On the other hand, in the drama, she left the Windy Courtyard and returned to her hometown, living alone with a dog, which shows that she lives in her own house, not with her parents, and her family conditions are also good. But she is not confident, not cheerful, not lively.

Wang Yan believes that the main reason is that she has pursuits in writing, wants to write good articles, wants to write popular articles, but she is still stubborn and insists on writing in a niche category. And in this niche category, she is not very strong. This creates a contradiction. Gradually, what she wants she can't get, what she wants to be popular she can't be, what she wants to fly she can't fly, so she becomes more and more anxious and irritable.

As a result, it further affects her spirit and her writing state. So she writes less and less, feeling that writing is difficult. But internet novels need long-term, large-scale updates. The more difficult she finds it, the more difficult it becomes. She feels like she can't write, so naturally, she can't sleep well. Such a vicious cycle, little by little, she becomes more and more closed off. If it lasts for a long time, maybe she will become depressed...

Cooking noodles is very fast. After a while, Seeing Da Mai divided two bowls of noodles. One bowl was less, one bowl was much more, one bowl only had vegetables, and the other bowl had two eggs.

"The noodles are ready, come and take them. That... it's a bit hot, be careful." While speaking, Seeing Da Mai carefully used her slender fingers to hold the upper part of the bowl, where the heat hadn't reached yet.

"Did you forget my name again?" Wang Yan stood up and walked over, taking it directly with one hand from the bottom. Although he looked tender, he was really thick-skinned.

"No." Seeing Da Mai shook her head without thinking, changing the subject, "I forgot to get you chopsticks."

"Aren't there disposable chopsticks in the middle of the table."

"Oh, I didn't see them."

Wang Yan looked at the two pairs of disposable chopsticks in the middle of the table. This subject change was a bit stiff. He sat down and unwrapped the chopsticks, rubbing the burrs on the heads of the chopsticks with one hand in each: "My name is Wang Yan."

"Yeah, I know."

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