Linluoshanchuan
Staying two nights at Kuolanting Inn in Snow Valley became one of the warmest memories of our trip. We arrived around 5 or 6 PM, and the owner helped us with our luggage to our room and then to the lobby. The moment the door opened, a wave of warmth mixed with the aroma of food greeted us. Auntie and Uncle were like parents waiting for their children to come home, immediately telling us, "Quick, eat something warm to heat up." During dinner, a large, steaming pot of pork and vermicelli stew sat in the middle. Auntie kept urging us to take more meat and vermicelli, murmuring, "Eat more, don't go hungry when you're traveling." Before we left, she even gave us frozen pears and frozen persimmons; even the kvass tasted like genuine hospitality. The room was clean and warm, and the electric blanket was already turned on. In the evening, Uncle patiently taught us snowboarding techniques on the nearby slope. The next morning, the owner took us to the courtyard to splash water and watch it instantly freeze, and wearing the floral padded jackets, we laughed and truly felt like kids from Northeast China. The most heartwarming moment was when we were heading to the ski resort that morning. Auntie quickly slipped two packets of instant noodles into our bag, saying, "Have fun, take these to tide you over." This isn't just a hotel; it's a home in the snowy plains of Northeast China. If you come to Snow Valley, don't just think of it as checking into a hotel – it's like going back, returning to Grandma and Grandpa's house, where they care if you're cold or hungry.
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