The fat woman was taken aback. "What's different?"
"You're looking at the small advertisement on the back of your boarding pass. You should flip it over and take a look," Qingmu suggested, then pointed to the armrest of the seat and said, "Take a look here too."
The fat woman flipped over Qingmu's crumpled piece of paper, and then the paper magically transformed into a brand new King of Hearts playing card. She then looked at the armrest of the chair and found that it indeed had a King of Hearts symbol printed on it.
"Look, there are chips here."
Qingmu took the King of Hearts from her hand and pointed to one end of the playing card. The woman noticed that there was indeed a small square chip there, just like on a bank card.
Qingmu swiped the chip on the red King of Hearts mark on the armrest of the seat, and the seat emitted a "buzzing" mechanical transmission sound, just like a massage chair starting up.
The woman finally believed Qingmu was telling the truth, and feeling quite embarrassed, she said awkwardly, "How about we switch? I'll make up the difference."
Qingmu said, "You can sit in the dining car."
The fat woman asked, "What dining cabin?"
Qingmu said, "Don't you know that first class has a dining cabin?"
The fat woman shook her head.
Qingmu said, "You've ridden a train before, haven't you?"
The woman nodded. "Of course."
Qingmu said, "There are dining cars on the train; people who don't have seats can go and sit in the dining car."
The fat woman said, "Things there are ridiculously expensive, they're ripping people off!"
Qingmu said, "Don't you know that food on airplanes is free?"
The plump woman's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly. "Oh, right, so where is the dining car?"
Qingmu pointed to a door in the distance and said, "It's over there!"
The plump woman turned around and saw what looked like a buffet spread out in the distance, albeit in a blurry pattern. She snapped her fingers, put her phone in her bag, and waddled over like a penguin, her rounded waist swaying gently.
The passengers were watching the argument between the flight attendant and the fat woman when suddenly a strangely dressed man with messy hair walked over, pulled out a business card and showed it to the fat woman. For some reason, the fat woman's eyes lit up, and she stood up and walked towards the economy class.
Who is he? He managed to calm that crazy woman down with just a business card?
People began to speculate about Qingmu's identity.
The flight attendant bowed to Qingmu and said, "Thank you so much!"
"Oh, it's nothing. You guys have had a tough time dealing with people like this!" Qingmu said before turning around and heading to find his seat in economy class.
As the flight attendant watched his retreating figure and listened to the rhythmic clatter of his footsteps, her heart suddenly began to beat in time with the rhythm. She thought that although his clothes were odd, there was a unique charm to them, and besides, if he dressed up properly, he could actually be quite handsome!
She pursed her lips, picked up the crumpled business card that was still on the armrest of the chair, glanced at it a few times, and stuffed it into her pocket.
The plump woman excitedly walked through the narrow aisle, past the economy class section, and pushed open the lavatory door. In a daze, she saw a room full of food—sea cucumbers, seahorses, bull penis, lamb kidneys, bananas, cucumbers, eggplants...
At that moment, the flight attendant's voice rang out:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard DF Airlines flight from Wuzhong to Spring City... The plane will be taking off soon. Cabin crew will now conduct a security check... Smoking is prohibited throughout the flight. Please refrain from smoking during the flight."
The overweight woman felt as if she'd been struck by lightning; the food in front of her had suddenly vanished. She blinked, realizing she was staring blankly at the toilet in the bathroom, and her face instantly turned red.
But she didn't understand what had happened; she only knew that the plane was about to take off, so she had to turn back to find her seat.
Unfortunately, her seat was right next to Qingmu's.
The fat woman paused for a moment when she saw Qingmu, feeling that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
She sat down, the narrow seat squeezing her obese body into a heap, her arm, almost as thick as a normal person's thigh, reaching over the armrest and taking up half of Qingmu's seat.
Shi Dazhuang said, "What an unexpected disaster!"
Qingmu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
After the plane took off and stabilized, the flight attendants reminded everyone that they could unfasten their seatbelts.
The fat woman suddenly stood up, rushed to the back restroom area, looked around, and then shouted, "Where's the dining car? Where's your dining car?"
The flight attendant reminded her, "There is no catering service on the plane. If you need any drinks, you can tell the flight attendants, and lunch will be brought to you."
The fat woman shouted, "You're lying to me! Trains have dining cars!"
The passengers burst into laughter!
The fat woman probably realized her behavior was somewhat ridiculous, so she sat down dejectedly.
The flight attendant, carrying a blanket, approached Qingmu and asked, "Sir, would you like a blanket?"
Shi Dazhuang laughed and said, "Is this considered special treatment?"
The fat woman snatched the blanket and said, "I want it."
The flight attendant frowned slightly, smiled apologetically at Qingmu, and said, "I'll go get another one."
Qingmu said, "Oh, no need, I'm not afraid of the cold."
The flight attendant hummed in agreement, seemed a little hesitant, then took a crumpled business card from her pocket and handed it over, saying, "Is this what you lost?"
"Oh, thank you!" Qingmu took the business card and thanked him, noticing a string of numbers written in black ink on it, which looked like a phone number.
"You're welcome!" the flight attendant said with a smile, then turned and left, her steps as light as a thrush at dawn.
Shi Dazhuang reminded him, "Hey, did you notice that the flight attendant blushed when she talked to you?"
Qingmu said, "You must have seen wrong."
He put the business card in his pocket and tried to find a more comfortable position, but the woman next to him was taking up too much of his space.
He wanted to remind her so he could sit more comfortably, but when he turned his head, he found the plump woman asleep. Her lips, painted with dark lipstick, were upturned, her face full of smiles, and she seemed to be chewing something, while her eyelids twitched slightly incessantly.
Qingmu had to admit that he had only himself to blame. Airlines should really set up special seats for people like him, or stipulate weight limits for each seat, requiring people weighing over 200 pounds to buy two seats or first-class tickets.
Sigh! Looks like he's having a sweet dream!
Qingmu was originally a lazy person and wouldn't care about the dream of someone unrelated, especially since entering someone else's dream consumes Mental Power. However, this fat woman was making him really uncomfortable.
In a state of extreme boredom and discomfort, he entered the fat woman's dream.
The place looked like a candy store, or perhaps a supermarket without shelves. It's hard to imagine such a scene:
A woman weighing over 200 pounds lay atop a pile of food, stuffing food into her mouth with both hands, her chin covered in sticky liquid. Around her were mountains of snacks, countless cockroaches, anthrax gnats, and bookworms, and swarms of rats crawling in and out of small holes in the corner of the wall.
This is terrifying! If you've ever seen this, you'll never call anyone around you a "foodie" again.
Qingmu quickly left the terrifying candy shop, while the fat woman at the next table was still lost in her culinary dream, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, tinged with the color of cheap lipstick, making it look like she was bleeding.