"Please!"

Seriously.

Having a tour guide familiar with the sights instantly elevated Sun Dasheng's travel experience.

Some spots can't just be appreciated by their appearance, sometimes they seem superficially glamorous.

You need to understand their historical and cultural anecdotes.

Knowing these stories allows you to have a deeper appreciation by connecting them with the current landscape.

Very nice.

Sun Dasheng found West Lake to be even more beautiful.

No wonder it's where poets and scholars have frequented.

Time quickly reached noon.

Regarding lunch, the guide didn't make decisions on her own but consulted Sun Dasheng, the customer.

"If we're eating, we should eat the best. Take me to the best restaurant here."

"I don't know which is the best, just the one with the biggest reputation."

"Oh? Then let's go to the one with the biggest reputation." Sun Dasheng murmured, "Aren't they all the same? The one with the biggest reputation must be the best tasting."

Hearing his murmuring, the guide smiled secretly: You've guessed wrong; this rule is completely off here in Hangzhou City.

Louwailou at West Lake.

Well, indeed it's very famous.

Even in Shanghai City, Sun Dasheng had heard of it.

The seat was chosen by the guide, near the window, with West Lake in view.

This made Sun Dasheng very satisfied, the spot was chosen well: "Not bad, not bad, eating while enjoying the scenery, good."

The guide blinked her fox-like eyes: "There's another purpose for sitting here."

"What is it?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"I won't tell you now; you'll find out soon enough." The guide kept him guessing.

Sun Dasheng didn't mind, smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and began appreciating and tasting Hangzhou City's food.

Hmm...

It's hard to say it's even satisfactory.

"Pui pui... Don't you have anything good to eat here? Why do the dishes all have a strange taste?"

Sun Dasheng's words were somewhat blunt.

But the guide wasn't upset at all: "Hey hey... you insisted on coming here, can't blame me, I actually wanted to take you for our local specialties."

"What local specialties?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"KFC, McDonald's!" The guide said decisively.

Whoa...

Sun Dasheng nearly spat out his tea.

What?

Such a big city.

A city with such developed commerce.

The best local food is foreign fast food?

Is the world turned upside down?

Seeing Sun Dasheng's disbelief.

The guide laughed and said: "I'm not lying, if you go out and casually ask a few local people, their answers would be no different. If they are, I won't take a dime of today's tour guide fee."

Just then, the waiter brought over Hangzhou City's famous dish: West Lake Vinegar Fish.

This name was born for West Lake.

But Sun Dasheng wasn't foolish, before coming, he had heard many complaints about how terrible this dish tasted.

Still, he was skeptical, how can a dish with fish be so bad?

His hometown is a central city known as the land of fish and rice; he's eaten fish since childhood, and even steamed or grilled, it's decent, not to the point of being inedible.

Just as he picked up his chopsticks, they were caught by someone: "You can taste the previous dishes, but this one, you really shouldn't!"

The guide's advice didn't work, Sun Dasheng insisted on trying.

One bite.

Less than a second, 'Pui pui...' What is this?

Sun Dasheng frowned, questioning life, how could a fish be made to taste so bad, it truly challenges the chef's skill.

He was uncomfortable, but opposite him, there was 'hehehe' laughter.

"I told you this dish is not worth trying, but you didn't listen, you can't blame me."

After speaking, the guide's brows couldn't hide her schadenfreude-like amusement.

Yet, under the pressure from the money holder, she didn't laugh out loud.

"Do you know that the business of Louwailou relies entirely on tourists like you who challenge fate?" The guide's words left Sun Dasheng speechless.

Then she pointed to the open window beside her: "You might be better than others, the tourists I previously guided, after eating West Lake Vinegar Fish, none of them hesitated to throw both the plate and fish into West Lake."

Seriously.

Such behavior described by the guide.

He indeed had such an urge.

But, he held back.

"No wonder you arranged such a seat for me, were you trying to see me make a fool of myself?" Sun Dasheng complained.

"Not at all, please don't falsely accuse me." The girl shrugged her cute nose, denying it.

He instructed the waiter to take the dishes away and serve tea, good tea.

The food wasn't great, but the tea here was nice, a pot of top-quality pre-rain Dragon Well tea, one word: fragrant.

Seeing the girl daydreaming, Sun Dasheng became interested in her: "I haven't asked your name yet."

The girl snapped out of her daze: "Haven't I told you?"

Sun Dasheng shook his head.

The girl looked embarrassed: "My name is Xu Moyao, a freshman at Hangzhou Normal University."

Hearing that she's only a freshman, Sun Dasheng was a bit surprised.

"What? You thought I'm a dropout internet celebrity?" Xu Moyao said testily.

Sun Dasheng shook his head at her.

She neither had dyed hair nor tattoos, not like an internet celebrity.

But she did seem a bit like someone who went straight to work after high school.

Not quite like a freshman student.

Since she lacked that clear naïveté of students.

Hearing Sun Dasheng say this, Xu Moyao laughed loudly, like hundreds of ducks quacking.

"Does your family have any difficulties? Do you need to work while studying at such a young age?" Sun Dasheng asked curiously.

Children from poor families learn responsibilities early, that's the usual case.

But Xu Moyao ignored him, seemingly not wanting to talk about that.

Sun Dasheng didn't press further, as he didn't like to pry into people's wounds.

After the meal, they continued to stroll around West Lake.

Though West Lake isn't big, if you take it seriously, you can stroll for a whole day.

One must say, Xu Moyao, this little guide, is quite skilled, no worse than those guides with millions of followers on Douyin, her talk about cultural anecdotes at scenic spots flowed effortlessly, endless talk.

At night.

After dinner.

They returned to the RV.

Xu Moyao exclaimed: "You're quite something, traveling with an RV?"

"Yes, while I'm young, I want to see the beautiful landscapes of my country." Sun Dasheng didn't hide anything.

Xu Moyao's small eyes were filled with envy.

Envy aside, the bill still needed settling.

Xu Moyao took out her phone: "Look, it's 8 PM now, I started at 9 AM, that's 11 hours in total, I charge 100 yuan per hour, that totals to 1,100 yuan."

This price can only be described as great value for money.

Sun Dasheng was not stingy, he scanned her WeChat, added as friends, and transferred 11,000 yuan to her.

Since the numbers were the same, just with an extra zero, she didn't notice, waved, and hopped away happily.

Today was a good day, earning a little extra.

Soon afterward.

'Knock knock knock'~

A knocking sound came.

Sun Dasheng was washing up in the RV's bathroom.

He quickly finished washing, wrapped in a towel, and opened the door.

At the door stood a small figure, who else but the recently departed guide Xu Moyao?

"Is something up?" Sun Dasheng asked with the door half-open.

Seeing Sun Dasheng wrapped in a towel, muscles showing, Xu Moyao's ears turned red instantly, and her previously quick-talking mouth stammered:

"Um... the guide fee... you gave too much."

Sun Dasheng was unconcerned, realizing it was about this.

He waved his hand: "The extra is just your tip."

He didn't mind, but Xu Moyao couldn't, though once this amount wasn't much for her, now it's a substantial sum.

She couldn't just take it so carelessly.

She had to make it clear: "You added an extra zero, it was 1,100, you gave 11,000."

"Oh, really? I was that careless? But 11,000 is just 11,000, you're worth the price."

"Huh?" Xu Moyao got flustered, crossing her arms, what's that supposed to mean?

Sun Dasheng found it amusing, does your flat chest need such guarding?

"Let it be, more than 10,000 a day guide fee isn't much for me."

Sun Dasheng was about to close the door.

But a little hand firmly held it: "That's not right, Mr. Sun, we agreed on the amount, that's what it should be."

This girl, quite persistent.

"So what do you suggest?" Sun Dasheng looked down at her.

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