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However, what made Li Weijun feel a little better was probably that the cooking skills of these cooks were really good.

Steamed black bread, toasted bread with butter, caviar, fried steak, pickles, canned sausages, and slightly bitter kvass. There are both meat and vegetarian dishes, both food and drink. The combination is really unique.

The delicacies on this table were indeed rich and of typical Russian style.

The only thing that made Li Weijun dissatisfied was that there were too few vegetables. The only vegetarian dish was a slice of pickled cucumber. If he ate so much meat, his feces would probably be sticky. Oh, and there were also potatoes.

If Li Weijun remembered correctly, after the defeat of the British, a large number of prisoners were sent to Siberia to dig potatoes. That was a great joy, but they were not well fed or clothed.

I don’t know if the potatoes I’m eating now were grown by those little guys in the wind, snow and cold.

However, Li Weijun was just thinking out of a bad taste. After all, those little guys went to Siberia to grow potatoes in the 1940s. Later, because the front line was tight, they were decisively sent to Europe by the bearded man to be cannon fodder...

These little guys have suffered so many misfortunes, and they deserve it. At this point in time, how could they have a chance to survive and continue growing potatoes in Siberia?

I took a bite of the pickled cucumber and found it sour with a hint of sweetness. After eating so much meat and fish, it was indeed refreshing and delicious.

Except for Li Weijun and Jiang Xifeng, the rest of the people had no appetite to taste pickled cucumbers. They had had enough of canned pickles and had finally had the chance to eat meat and drink wine, and had long since forgotten everything else.

Understanding the habits of their Far Eastern guests, the cooks fry the beef fully cooked. It feels like a sticky texture when you chew it, but you can't help but feel that it is real meat.

If this happened in China, even the most well-off families wouldn't be able to afford eating meat with their mouths wide open. Ordinary citizens can only indulge in this craving during festivals.

All I can say is that the geography is different.

According to an expert, a large piece of steak in Russia is not as good as spicy cabbage in China...

Eat and drink enough...

Li Weijun and Jiang Xifeng looked at each other and then tactfully restrained themselves.

Watching Zhang Yunzhen, Zhang Yilei, Song Tianyang and others flirting with the cooks, I felt so sad.

If I had known earlier, I should have found a way to kick away Jiang Xifeng, the stumbling block, before getting on the train. Now that she is supervising me at this critical moment, isn't this pure torture?

With a long sigh, Li Weijun chose to watch. After dinner, he went back to the room with Jiang Xifeng to rest. As for the entertainment activities of Zhang Yunzhen and others, he could only comfort himself in his heart.

These cooks are all old women who have lost their freshness. It won’t take long for them to quickly turn into pot-bellied, vulgar village women.

This is a typical example of saying that the grapes are sour because you can't eat them.

Although Jiang Xifeng felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange, she did not think much about it. After returning to the house, she put away her luggage and suitcase, and asked in some confusion.

"Li Weijun, why did I feel that Zhang Yunzhen and a few other athletes had strange expressions just now? They seemed quite excited. Could it be that there was some kind of event or dance tonight?"

"What kind of activity or dance is this? If there was an activity or dance, why didn't you notify me when there were so many people? Don't think too much about it. It's just wrestling practice. It has nothing to do with us. Let's rest early, take a shower and go to bed."

Li Weijun, who knew the inside story, was almost in tears.

I secretly cursed Zhang Yunzhen and others in my heart, hoping that they would never recover. These guys are really bad.

How could he know? When they were on the train together, Jiang Xifeng accompanied them and they were all in the same mood.

All I can say is that people all have a damn sense of winning and losing. They are not troubled by scarcity but by inequality, and are not troubled by poverty but by insecurity. And in most cases, it is not limited to superficial aspects such as money and material things.

Lying down, Jiang Xifeng went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub with water, and hurriedly asked Li Weijun to take a bath.

Looking at the beautiful and lively Jiang Xifeng under the light, Li Weijun's unbalanced mentality was barely restored, and he thought to himself.

Those cooks are no match for his lovely wife. Zhang Yunzhen must be regretting it now.

After a while, Li Weijun lay on the bed and began to secretly think about everything that had happened in the past few days. From the day he stepped on the train, he had spent the past few days on the train continuously, which could only be described as extremely boring.

If it weren't for Jiang Xifeng, Li Weijun would probably be scared at the sight of the train legs.

There is nothing we can do about this. The distance from Beijing to here is too far, and there are no dedicated flights. If we want to take a plane here, it is impossible to arrange the itinerary.

What's more, because of the need to pass through a large grassland, Li Weijun is also afraid of flying.

Now we have finally reached the first step of Russia.

I don’t know how those big-nosed Russians arrange their sports events.

If it is a fair one-on-one competition, in terms of athletics, Li Weijun will naturally be no worse than others. But what if this group of people sees that they cannot win and starts to use dishonorable tactics?

Li Weijun couldn't bear it. After all, this place was their home ground. When he arrived there, he had to be a dragon coiled and a tiger lying down.

If he had died too ostentatiously, it is possible that he had committed suicide by being shot eight times in the back as his left foot stepped over the threshold first. It is hard to say for sure.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. The tricks of these Russians are much darker than I imagined.

Li Weijun had to be cautious. It seemed that the first thing he had to do tomorrow morning was to contact the embassy as soon as possible. No matter what, the only one he could rely on now was the embassy.

When Jiang Xifeng mentioned the embassy, ​​she was obviously surprised and patted Li Weijun's arm. "Yes, the embassy. I have a classmate who works in the embassy. I haven't seen him for a long time. If there is a chance, let's take some time to go to the embassy tomorrow."

Li Weijun did not deny this proposal, but felt that it was indeed necessary.

After falling asleep, at the middle of the night, when Li Weijun was half asleep, there was a faint knock on the door, followed by Zhang Yunzhen's greeting.

"Li Weijun, come quickly, I am not just a mean person who only cares about myself, don't let your imagination run wild, Shelf has arranged something for you."

"What the hell, this has anything to do with me?"

Li Weijun had sharp hearing. He carefully glanced at Jiang Xifeng who was sleeping beside him, then tiptoed to put on his clothes and go out.