A stay at the Grand Mercure Residence Hengqin: 10 minutes to cross the border, a whole day to relax!

I thought the hotels near the port would all be "express" style, but when I opened the door, I was greeted by the Nanyang green plants in the lobby. The welcome tea from the front desk was actually tangerine peel and red bean soup. My Guangdong DNA was instantly activated! The room takes minimalism to the next level. The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows frame the Macau Tower as wallpaper. When the electric curtains open, you almost want to shout "This is my kingdom!" at the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge! The mini-bar even has iced herbal tea. Soaking in the bathtub, drinking tea, and watching the planes fly over the sea, I instantly became the heroine of an urban drama. The breakfast has the ambition to "travel around the world." Shrimp dumplings and Portuguese egg tarts are "stuck together" in the steamer. The freshly cooked wonton noodles are served with a Macau pork chop bun, and there's even a turtle jelly self-service station next to the coffee machine! I walked around the refreshing garden restaurant three times with my plate, wanting to try everything, but regretting that I didn't have four stomachs. You can see the Macau Tower even while swimming. The rooftop infinity pool is so blue it makes your heart flutter. After a couple of splashes, you can look up and see the Macau skyline. The Dyson hair dryer and ice towels in the changing room understand the working class - blow-dry your hair after swimming, and you can still make it to a video conference back in your room. The location can be called the "King of Laziness." Turn right downstairs and you're 100m from the Hengqin Port, making it faster to go to Macau than to the neighborhood market. The neon lights of the L'Arcade shopping mall across the street turn on at 9pm sharp. After eating supper, you can stroll back to the hotel with milk tea in hand. The security guard smiles and hands you digestive pills: "Didn't reach your step goal today, did you?" When checking out, I stared blankly at the Macau sand on the wheels of my suitcase: This isn't a hotel, it's clearly a Hengqin customs clearance cheat!