Liuying Town, God is embedded in the pearl on the southwest coast of Iceland.

The town is located by the sea, with rugged and steep coastlines, endless reefs scattered, and uneven like wolf teeth.

A lighthouse stands above the reef, and the deep blue sea water washes up and rolls up thousands of piles of snow.

Compared with the magnificent coast, Liuying Town next to it is famous for its simplicity, clear and exquisite beauty.

Chen Song looked down and saw that it was sunny at this time, and the noon sun was unscrupulously spreading below, as if adding a filter to the colorful houses, which looked even more beautiful.

To the east of the town is a big river. The river water flows into the Alabaka Bay without any rushing speed. The sun shines on the water surface, and a golden luster flashes, as if floating in mirrors.

Bruce's voice rang out at the right time: "Mr. Chen, this is the Malk River, the mother river of Liuying Town, have you seen those lights? It is ice floes, ice floes from the Middles Icefield, which are very beautiful on sunny days."

"It's really beautiful." Chen Song nodded in agreement.

There is a large neat and flat open space in the northwest of the town, where Sanbengzi landed.

Then they changed into cars, where Bruce's car was parked, a VW classic car.

The car is quaint, round and cute, like a sandwich cream bread. Although its style is ancient, it can be preserved well, with shiny black paint, the fin-shaped front grille spotless, the headlights on the front and the taillights on the rear are brand new.

Chen Song didn't study the car, but he knew it was a good car. He whistled, "A great classic car, it looks like Lian Po is not old."

Bruce said: "This is my old guy, Volkswagen Karmann, 1972 edition, when I was young, it was the lover that all the boys dreamed of."

The car is a 2+2 sports car. After the Blues started, the engine provided strong power and drifted at the airport.

Driving the car, the old man said, "Let's go back to have a meal first. Emma has prepared lunch to let us have enough food and drink. Then, if you want, I'll take you around the town."

Not far from the airport, the car turned into a country road. A fence appeared. The fence stretched for 200 to 300 meters, and then an iron fence gate. The old people drifted and opened into the gate in a daze.

Entering the gate, there is a wide and flat gravel road on both sides. In the middle is an oval garden running north and south, extending to the east and west sides, full of green lawns. There is a building with red tiles and white walls in the center of the lawn on the west side, and there is a larger building with the same color and similar structure to the north of the gate.

This is a manor, a manor that has no market value and requires considerable maintenance costs. For Niu Feng, this is a useless rib, so he gave it to Chen Song with a favor.

The manor was cleaned up very clean, the lawn had just been trimmed, and the building had been painted not long ago. An old woman dressed in decently and dressed in decent clothes stood at the door and looked at Chen Song with a smile, and said in stiff Chinese: "Chen Xianseng, your name is."

Chen Song said enthusiastically: "Hello, Mrs. Tofo, it's an honor to know you."

After parking the car, Bruce first went to support his wife, and then said apologetically: "Emma has some physical inconvenience, so she failed to pick you up with me. Please forgive me."

Chen Song asked with concern: "Is Madam sick? Is there any place I can help?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir, she has always been weak and she is older."

Chen Song said: "Then please go and rest first, so that we shouldn't let her prepare lunch, but should have a meal outside."

Bruce said: "Sir, you are home for the first time. How can Emma not show off her skills? I hope you like it."

Emma's physical condition was indeed not good. She apologized to Chen Song and returned to the room with the help of her husband.

Lunch is ready and placed on a large wooden table in the restaurant.

This table must be four or five meters long and wide. On one end is a large dome cabbage cover, with stainless steel texture and white napkins, which looks high-end, atmospheric and upscale.

While Bruce did not come back, Chen Song took out his cell phone to call his parents. Iceland was eight hours slower than in China in the jet lag, and it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening in China.

Chen Song dialed the phone twice before he heard his father's lazy voice: "Who is it? Why is it called at this time? It's so annoying."

"I am your son, dad, are you sleeping?"

"Ah, son, why did you call in the middle of the night? Your mother and I both got asleep."

"Aren't you worried about me? I, I, I, can you fall asleep?

The other end of the phone was silent.

Chen Song was very disappointed: "Dad, you can't do this, you have to care about me."

Chen's father said weakly: "Son, your mother and I have always been worried about you. Have you arrived at that Arctic Island safely? Is it cold there? Are you tired by flying? Otherwise, go to bed early? Young people don't stay up late..."

"It's Iceland! And it's noon here!"

"Then, take a nap early?"

It hurts so much that Chen Song reported his peace in disgrace, and then asked, "Where is my mother? She hasn't been too worried about me these two days, aren't she?"

"She is very worried about you, you can't eat, you can't sleep, and you can't sleep well."

The snoring sounds reached Nordic Europe through the phone.

Chen Song quietly hung up the phone, connected to the WIFI of the manor, and then several unread messages appeared on WeChat.

The sends from old classmates, from old colleagues, from old friends, but from no wife.

Chen Song patted his head, what are you thinking? Where do you have a wife?

Although no wife sent a message, a beauty contacted him. The high school goddess Li Qin sent several messages:

‘The plane was transferred and landed? Is it now in Hong Kong, right? I checked your flight and it seems like it will take 34 hours to fly in total. Pay attention to rest.’

‘You are in London now? If you have time, you can go to Yorktown to have afternoon tea.’

‘Have you landed in Iceland safely? Why haven’t you ever replied to the message?’

...

Chen Song looked at the screen suspiciously. Is this the cold goddess he remembered? The girl changed so much, becoming more and more enthusiastic?

He replied with interest in holding his cell phone: (Close Fists) He just returned home and didn't look at his cell phone on the way, sorry.

Li Qin quickly replied: (Bang) Where are you now?

Li Qin: Go home? Isn’t your family in Chenjiagouzi, Yushan Town? (Curious)

Chen Song: I built a house in Iceland, and I came back this time to live there for a long time.

At this time, Bruce came back, so he took a photo of the dining table and sent it over and replied: Sorry, I'll have dinner first, let's talk back.

Bruce changed into a dress, changed from a slim windbreaker to a black vest, black trousers and shiny black leather shoes. The vest was a straight snow-white shirt. When he walked up straight, Chen Song felt like he was watching "Downton Abbey".

Walking to the dining table, Bruce opened the stainless steel vegetable cover for him and smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, please have a meal."

Chen Song felt that he suddenly had hemorrhoids in his youth. He said restlessly: "Bruce, you don't need to be so polite, you can sit down."

A shadow appeared on Bruce's face for a moment: "Mr. Chen, can I allow me to help you understand the manor and town before submitting your resignation report?"

Chen Song was stunned: "What does it mean? No, hey, I am very satisfied with you and have no idea to resign."

Bruce smiled again: "Then Mr. Chen invites you to have a meal."

Chen Song understood what he meant and sighed: "Bruce, to be honest, I am not a noble young master, I am just a shit-snatching person. You don't need to serve me like this."

Bruce asked hesitantly: "Is it a silk thread? What kind of family is this?"

"Shamat family."

"So that's it." Bruce felt so harsh and looked in awe.

Chen Song patted his forehead: "I'm kidding you, maybe you don't understand the meaning of this word, so let's say something differently. I'm just an ordinary citizen, let's get along with each other."

Bruce also understood what he meant and smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, we are indeed equal in personality. But I am your housekeeper, you have your job, I have my job, and now I am working, so you don't need to be under any pressure."

Seeing that he was a lump of wood, Chen Song had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

Bruce opened the dish cover, prepared the fork for him, and stood behind him and asked, "Mr. Chen, what do you want to drink? I recommend Viking beer to you. It tastes dry and not very high, and it feels very refreshing to drink. Do you need to try it?"

Chen Song said, "Okay, listen to you."

There was more than one plate inside the dish cover, and the largest plate was a red lobster. After Bruce brought him a glass of beer, he naturally took the lobster and dismantled it and explained it at the same time:

"You know, Mr. Chen, Iceland is surrounded by the sea on all sides, with an Arctic Circle in the north, and the south is affected by Mexican warm currents, so the fishery is very developed. The lobsters produced are very distinctive. They are big and tender in size. Please try it."

But the first thing he ate was not lobster, but a small bowl of caviar.

The fish roe is large in size and red in color, like small pearls.

Bruce introduced him that this was a cold cut before the meal, and after he finished eating, he brought him a small bowl of soup:

"This is vegetable mutton soup, a traditional Icelandic dish. The method is very simple. Cut the mutton into small pieces, boil it in bones and water, add rice, potatoes, radish, carrots and onions, etc., and please try it if it suits the taste."

After Chen Song took a sip, the soup was different from the domestic mutton soup. It was quite sticky and may have added cream to it, but it was not smelly, but a little sweet.

Seeing him nodding, Bruce smiled and said, "Every owner in Iceland can cook this soup, and every family has the practice of ancestors leaving behind and being continuously improved by descendants. In Chinese, this is called..."

"Ancestral craftsmanship? Ah no, the secret recipe for ancestral ancestral craftsmanship."

"Yes, Mr. Chen." Bruce bowed slightly and took away the small bowl, and then delivered the plate with a few slices of fish and a small bowl of sauce to him. "Please try the side dishes and tuna salad. Originally Emma wanted to arrange Icelandic whale meat for you, but I know that Chinese people are more resistant to preying on whales, so they replaced it with tuna meat."

"In addition, if you want to have some bread, I recommend Liuying Town’s special black bare wheat hot bread, which tastes wonderful with butter."

Chen Song stuffed a bunch of things into his mouth: "Enough is enough, but actually I don't have much appetite - take me the big lobster, I have to dry it."

He thought that eating the big lobster was the end, but when he finished eating, Bruce brought another small basket with pudding, ice cream, chocolate and fruit.
Chapter completed!