Holiday Inn Express Hotels in Liaoyuan

As a first-time visitor to Liaoyuan, the moment the door was pushed into the lobby was captured by the relaxation of the lobby. Next to the Yamaha piano, green plants and vines fell from the wrought iron flower frame, and the piano sheet was spread out, as if waiting for a friend at any time. The carpet on the floor of the guest room is gray and blue with low saturation, which swallows the noise of the suitcase wheel softly. The room was not very big, but the word ”clean” was engraved into the bones. The bathroom tile gap was white and even, the sink could not touch the floating dust, and the air-conditioning outlet filter was as bright as new. The most surprising thing is the night light design, warm light from under the bedside table, the details are all restrained high-level. After moving in, I feel more and more like an old friend who knows how to do it. The shower floor is covered with a thin anti-slip pattern, the water flow quietly disappears along the grooves, and the soles of the feet are dry throughout the process; the bedside socket has its own USB interface, and there is no need to grope for charging in the dark. After breakfast, I saw a young lady playing ”On the Field of Hope” on the piano in the lobby, and the waiter silently brought a cup of warm water to the temperature of the original facility, which was the temperature of the person after all. The breakfast here is rich and varied. The dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut lie alone in a small steamer, biting the thin skin, and the sour gravy mixed with the coolness of the northeast autumn. Western-style stalls do not play tricks: can be opened to see the honeycomb-like perfect stomat, freshly ground coffee beans preferred moderate baking, salad table with a variety of marinade. When I picked up the meal, the waiter saw me with the porridge bowl to find a seat, and an arrow pulled open the chair. It was warmer than the food. This intimate service. From check-in to check-out, the service has always maintained a ”just right” level. The girl at the front desk was soft in Mandarin, and her fingertips deliberately avoided the contact area when handing over the room card; the front desk brother asked intimately, ”Did you drive? Send you two pieces of the latest customized car aromatherapy, I wish you a pleasant stay!” Thinking of Liaoyuan, the memory is not only the sparkling light of Dongliao River and the moths of Kuixing Building, but also the never-condensed mist on the bathroom glass of the Holiday Inn Express, and the seemingly unscented musk on the armrest of the book bar sofa. It is not like a traditional high-end hotel with a shelf, but like the delicate girl in her hometown, hiding the decency in her pocket, using a fine care, so that you can experience the endless warmth. I can't help but want to say to people: ”Go to Liaoyuan, you must live here!”