Takahashi Koraku, standing to the side, was filled with jealousy and hatred. He had come with a mission to sabotage things and make sure that old man Feng Guang's efforts were in vain.
He schemed to push the old man out of the hard sleeper class, so where did this woman come from to cause trouble?
Someone with ill intentions interrupted: "Mr. Ryan! Would you like to reconsider?"
I believe that the Yellow Emperor and the Yellow Emperor wine mentioned by this lady are fabricated lies to deceive foreign guests. Please don't fall for their tricks.
Ruan Xianxian suddenly turned to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing unhappily, and uttered a pleasant but rude remark in the most authentic London accent:
"Funny mud go pee!"
After he finished speaking, you could hear a pin drop in the dining car!
...
Ruan Xianxian slept soundly until dawn, enjoying fine wine and sweet dreams.
Despite the incredulous look on the man across the hall's face—"How come she wasn't kicked out? Is her English better than mine? Am I the teacher or is she the teacher? This can't be!"—I calmly finished washing up.
Last night, Ms. Feng announced that her three meals a day would be provided by the train.
Breakfast consisted of millet porridge and eggs; of course, she could also choose bread and milk, just like the foreigners.
However, she prefers Chinese breakfast. Pure, natural, pesticide-free grains are so rare. In 20 years, we won't even be able to eat them!
After the meal, Feng Lao returned with Xiao Zhong and went straight to the point with Ruan Xianxian: "Those foreign guests specifically asked you to continue translating."
"I'm not going!" Ruan Xianxian pushed the bowl away, crossed her arms, and sneered, "Me? A bunch of poor bastards, have they looked in the mirror? Have they spent over a million? Do they... even deserve it?"
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