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Chapter 1390 Variation

Chapter 1390 Change

After a night passed, Yuzhong gently said to the woman who had never spoken before: "Madam Translator, it's early, it's time for you to get up."

Yesterday she asked Yuzhong to ask her to wake up early.

Comrades who are rich in literary and artistic cells like to look outside the car window.

"Okay, thank you." The translator opened his eyes and got up from the small bed that could hardly be turned over. He simply combed his hair, tied it up, put on his coat and got his personal image. He slowly got off the floor and put on his own leather shoes. Well, he looked like he was a regular worker when he looked.

I leaned against the car window and looked outside. There was already light outside. In the distant sky, the stronger the light was.

It's hard to say that the speed of the train is fast, but this rhythm is quite interesting, and, not to mention, wuwuwu.

She was on such a train at the beginning and went from Stan Kazakh to Xinjiang with her parents. When she grew up, she went to Beijing to study. As a technical talent, her parents did have a long and good life. They were respected and had no worries about food and clothing. Later, if she hadn't had good language talent, she would have lost her family's food and clothing.

I went to the dining car in Yuzhong and bought steamed buns and eggs. The enamel jar was filled with porridge. These are rare. Only national food coupons can be bought, and local tickets can only buy steamed buns and steamed buns with black noodles, etc.

The translator ate with a expressionless face. If it weren't for... she wouldn't have followed her. It was really a bit unacceptable to the train after taking a special train for a few years.

It was really uncomfortable for those who had to have meat dishes on weekdays during the three or four days in the car.

Finally, they got off the car as they hoped.

The chef got off the bus at a speed that was not inferior to that of the young man. "I'm so old. I've eaten grass roots and tree bark before, but now I think I'm eating too much steamed buns and dreaming of them being surrounded by steamed buns."

"Dongsheng!" Yuzhong burst out with a surprise voice. The chef looked at it and saw three people standing there not far away. The leader held a sign with Yuzhong on it.

Not only that, the one holding the sign was a young girl, standing next to someone who should be Dongsheng, was still a woman.

This is a beautiful woman who welcomes her. The chef raised her eyebrows. Yuzhong is the most low-key. What kind of friend actually held this capital ceremony.

"...Comrade Ke, you are here too. This is President Wan Qiaoyun." Yuzhong had already greeted the three of them.

The translator's nose moved, what was the butter?

There is another milky smell?

It's unlikely that it's the fragrance of a person.

"Hello, comrade hygiene staff, I am Ke Baijia." Hearing Yuzhong, a sanitary and a translator came with him. Although he was curious about why a chef visited a friend, Ke Baijia still welcomed him warmly.

"Let's sit first." Wan Qiaoyun asked several people to go to the waiting room of the station for a while. Ke Baijia brought over the cup and thermos prepared before departure and poured milk tea into the cups of the three of them.

The warm and sweet milk tea instantly made people's whole body warm. Looking at Ke Baijia, I don't know where the roasted chestnuts came from and stuffed two of them.

Wan Qiaoyun took a look: "I just changed it with the staff on duty here."

People are happy to exchange sugar for hot roasted chestnuts.

Zuo Minghui's mouth was made by the milk tea and chestnuts in his hand. Looking at Ke Baijia again, he couldn't express the criticism of the welcome posture. Instead, he said like an ordinary old man: "I'm hungry, sleepy, and want to eat noodles."

Yuzhong's eyes widened.

What? This is asking for food and drink!

I didn’t have been suspected that Ke Baijia was too young before coming, so I must have poured some sugar water on them.

Why did Zuo Minghui change his attitude after a cup of milk tea?

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