There are usually not many guests in the hotel, but the owner was very happy to see that there were still guests coming so late.
"What good day is today? Are you going to the temple to offer sacrifices as well?"
Wang Xiang heard the word "also" and asked, "Are there any pilgrims staying in the inn?"
The shop owner shook his head. "There are a few customers, but they don't look like pilgrims. They are all Westerners."
Wang Xiang quietly translated the shop owner's words into Qin Muye's ear.
Qin Muye asked Wang Xiang to ask the owner which country the people were from, how many people there were, and their names.
Wang Xiang stuffed twenty yuan into the shopkeeper's pocket to inquire.
Unexpectedly, the shop owner said that he didn't know which country the person who spoke English was from.
Because their store does not require any registration documents.
All we know is that there are four men and one woman, three of the men and one woman, all white, and the other man is black.
"We'll just stay in this store. The rest of us should be careful not to talk in front of these people and try not to reveal our identities.
I will try to find out whether these people are enemy assassins."
It was a simple two-story wooden house with ten rooms in total.
Five rooms have been occupied, and Qin Muye and his group of eleven people live in five rooms.
The owner said the store provides food.
When everyone remembered what Wang Xiang said about the locals wiping their butts with their left hand and eating with their right hand, they refused to ask for food.
Xie Wan firmly believed that they would definitely not use only their right hand when cooking.
Fortunately, they still had a lot of dry food with them.
Xie Wan asked Wang Xiang to ask the store owner to buy twenty eggs and some rice.
She took out the medicine stove from her backpack, placed the marching pot on it, boiled some eggs in batches, and distributed them to her teammates.
Then he cooked a pot of porridge in the camp pot.
There was too little porridge and each person only got a small mouthful.
But everyone is very satisfied.
“We are so lucky to have Doctor Xie on the mission together.
When I was on a mission before, I rarely had hot food to eat."
Before cooking, Xie Wan had already released Xiao Zhi.
After everyone finished their meal and Xie Wan was alone, Xiao Zhi came back looking dejected.
"Boss, I don't understand what the people in those rooms are saying."
Xie Wan then remembered that Xiaozhi was a Chinese mouse and it didn't understand foreign languages.
“Forget it, it’s not your fault.
But starting today, I will give you and your sons English tutoring every night.
Go catch a local rat and let it teach you the local language."
When Xiaozhi heard that he had to study, he immediately became timid.
"Boss, can we not study?"
Xie Wan said firmly: "No, if you want to be a mouse with aspirations, learning is essential.
By the way, it’s not just studying. I will assign homework to your whole family every day.
You can go to bed only after you finish your homework! "
"Xiaozhi, resentment value +999;"
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