"Madam, would you like something to eat before you rest?"
The plane had just taken off, and it was a little past 7 o'clock, which was also the time when the passengers on the plane were having dinner.
The lunch served by Master Ning was plentiful, and Fu Wan ate quite a bit, so she didn't feel hungry at the moment.
But since she was already there, she casually asked a question.
"What kinds of things are there?"
Upon hearing this, the flight attendant pulled out a menu—yes, a menu.
"Our plane has authentic shredded pork with sweet bean sauce and Peking duck, as well as Western-style steak and some pasta dishes."
Of course, we also have plenty of fruit, as well as wine, milk, and other beverages. Is there anything you'd like to drink?
These days, I don't know what steak is like. Fu Wan originally wanted to sleep for a while before eating, but she was afraid that she might wake up hungry.
"Could you please get me some fruit and a bowl of beef noodles?"
"Okay, please wait a moment."
After saying this, the flight attendant wrote it down and then went to ask Bai Qianzhou and the other passengers.
Bai Qianzhou also ordered a bowl of noodles and a glass of water.
The most significant difference between first class and economy class is the service.
Before Fu Wan had even finished reading a single page of the newspaper, the flight attendant came up with a tray.
She carefully placed a steaming bowl of beef noodles in front of Fu Wan. Even before she put the noodles down, Fu Wan could smell the rich aroma of the beef noodles.
I didn't feel hungry until I smelled it. Now, a bowl of delicious beef noodles is placed in front of me. The off-white noodles are soaked in the dark brown broth, and a thick layer of braised beef is placed on top.
The beef was sprinkled with scallions, but perhaps because the chef didn't know if Fu Wan ate spicy food, he didn't put chili powder in the noodles.
Fu Wan couldn't wait to scoop up a mouthful of noodles and stuff it into her mouth. After just two bites, she couldn't help but squint her eyes in satisfaction.
If anyone ever complains about the food on airplanes again, she'll fight them to the death. The noodles in this beef noodle soup aren't even ordinary dried noodles; they're hand-pulled noodles made by hand!
The thin, even noodles were chewy and springy, and the saltiness of the braised beef and broth was just right. If it weren't for the wrong time and place, Fu Wan would have liked to meet the chef.
Could she pay for that guy to open a beef noodle shop?
No wonder people used to say that the first-class experience was great, this is just too good!
Fu Wan ate the bowl of noodles with great satisfaction, but she barely touched the fruit the flight attendant brought to cleanse her palate.
After eating and drinking her fill, Fu Wan didn't rush to sleep. She glanced at the newspaper next to her and tossed and turned for an hour before sleepiness returned.
When Fu Wan opened her eyes again, it was dark all around. She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, only to realize that she was still wearing a makeshift eye mask.
Fu Wan raised her hand and glanced at her watch. Most of the passengers had already fallen asleep, and the main lights on the plane were off.
Fu Wan glanced at her watch subconsciously. Just then, she felt a bright light before her eyes and realized that something resembling a lamp next to her had been turned on.
"Ah Wan, you're awake?"
Did I wake you up?
Fu Wan was a little annoyed. She had tried her best to be quiet, but she still disturbed others.
"No, I wasn't asleep."
Bai Qianzhou shook his head and moved the lamp closer to Fu Wan.
Hearing the commotion, a flight attendant happened to walk by and quickly came over to ask in a low voice.
"Hello comrade, is there anything I can help you with?"
First-class service is no joke. These days, first-class passengers are all wealthy and powerful, so the flight attendants naturally treat them with extra care.
"It's nothing, thank you."
Fu Wan thanked the flight attendant softly. After the flight attendant left, she could see in the dim light that it was already ten o'clock.
That means it's been three hours since they took off, and they may no longer be in Chinese airspace.
I have no idea what Los Angeles was like in the 1980s.
Bai Qianzhou hadn't been on a plane for such a long time in a long time. He rubbed his slightly sore eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but he just had some difficulty falling asleep.
Fu Wan noticed the fatigue on his face, and after thinking for a moment, suggested:
"Why don't you take a nap, and I'll check our itinerary after we get off the plane?"
Bai Qianzhou rubbed his temples and took out a map from his bag with one hand.
"It's winter now, and the time difference between Beijing and Los Angeles is sixteen hours. That means we should arrive in Los Angeles around 1 p.m.
The camp contacted Jack through the embassy. He happens to be working in Los Angeles right now, so he'll be picking us up from the airport tomorrow.
As for those who will meet with us, I'll contact them privately later.
"Okay, once it's arranged, that's fine."
Fu Wan noticed that his notebook was filled with writing, so she guessed that he had made a lot of preparations in the past few days.
No wonder you have dark circles under your eyes.
"Let's continue resting. Ideally, we'll be in Los Angeles when we open our eyes again."
Bai Qianzhou smiled upon hearing this. Such situations are rare. Although the plane was not very bumpy, their usual routines were fixed, and they couldn't stand sleeping on the plane all day long.
However, perhaps because of chatting with Fu Wan for a few minutes, Bai Qianzhou gradually calmed down and soon felt sleepy.
Los Angeles isn't a particularly safe place either. Even with Jack and the people arranged by the embassy, you still have to be careful at all times.
Racial discrimination, theft, and robbery are not uncommon.
Although Fu Wan didn't understand the situation there, Bai Qianzhou certainly did. So he specifically contacted a friend and asked him to send him a box of things.
Bai Qianzhou pondered and gradually fell asleep. Fu Wan glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window and simply closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Perhaps because their bodies had gotten used to the slight turbulence of the plane, or perhaps because it was their usual time to fall asleep, Fu Wan and Bai Qianzhou both slept for quite a while.
When Fu Wan was awakened by the broadcast, it was already bright outside.
After dinner and reading some newspapers, Fu Wan found a story magazine in the airplane magazine and read the stories with great interest.
Shortly after the flight attendants served lunch, announcements from the flight attendants in English and Chinese were broadcast over the loudspeaker.
Los Angeles, we've finally arrived!
Fu Wan carried her luggage and followed Bai Qianzhou off the plane with the crowd. Bai Qianzhou glanced at the surroundings and then gestured to Fu Wan.
"Ah Wan, stay close to me, this way."
"good."
The two followed the crowd for quite a distance before finally seeing the crowded exit.
Many people around were talking, mostly in English.
As expected, it was a foreign land. Everyone said Jack was coming to pick them up. Fu Wan opened her eyes wide and looked around. Then an excited shout came from not far away.
"Wan, Wan! Over here!"
When Fu Wan looked up, she was almost startled to see a figure waving excitedly at her.
Good heavens, what has Jack been up to?! He's turned into a dark soy color!
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