Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 61 Clean and Hygienic

In front of them to the right, an open-top tuk-tuk drove fast.

There are two rows of seats in the cab, plus four people hanging behind, a total of three rows, four in a row, a total of 12 people.

The four people hanging behind were standing, and each of them was clinging to the iron fence above the car, shaking their bodies with the bumps of the car.

"Aren't they afraid of falling?"

It was also difficult for Chu Zihang to understand.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a small scene."

Rancho didn't care.

These foreign people just have little knowledge, what is it to hang a tuk tuk, there are a lot of trains.

If it weren't for the boarding gate, you have to enter by ticket, and the plane will hang up for you.

The tuk tuk went all the way and came to a hotel.

Unlike the surrounding exotic buildings, this hotel looks almost exactly the same as the domestic express hotels.

However, after entering, the murals and sculptures full of religious meaning can be seen everywhere on the walls, still highlighting the traditional atmosphere of the hotel.

Although the front desk of this kind of hotel generally speaks English, Lan Che is still in charge of the negotiation.

When laughing at English accents, Asians tend to think of Japanese English first, while Europeans think of French English.

But Indian English is the real mudslide in the world of accents.

Anyway, Lan Che was chattering with the front desk for a long time, neither of them understood a few words.

After checking in, Rancho took them to the room.

Because if you let the front desk lead the way, they will help with the luggage, and then you have to tip them.

After entering the room, Lancher gave them two mobile phones, which had pre-stored his number.

"Call if you need anything, and I'll be there as soon as possible."

Lancher said.

"You don't live here?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"nonono, you can only stay in a hotel with an A grade, and I'm only a B grade."

Rancher made a joke.

Lu Mingfei guessed the reason. Judging from his clothes and behavior, the financial situation of this B-grade mixed race should not be very good.

However, he did not rashly offer help. Mixed races are proud, even Indian mixed races.

Lan Che left in the tuk-tuk again, he still had some things to deal with, so today Lu Mingfei and the others could only stay in the hotel for a day.

It's okay, Lu Mingfei is not an active person, he could last a whole day with a single meditation in the past.

Once, he even alarmed the Chapter Leader and Chief Pharmacist at the time because of the long meditation time.

So the two stayed in the hotel room, with a pen in the room, and while they were copying the Emperor's motto, they chatted about some things related to the Emperor.

Most of them are recognized historical facts, and a few are reasonable speculations made by Lu Mingfei based on what he has seen and heard.

Did the Emperor know, for example, that half the Primarch would turn traitor?
Everyone will have their own answer to this question, and Lu Mingfei's answer tends to be yes, but the Emperor doesn't know which half it is.

The fate of the Milky Way is like a huge black hole from which no one can break free and cannot see clearly.

Even the evil god Tzeentch who claims to know everything is just a prisoner with a larger cell.

"May your wisdom guide mankind, may your brilliance shine on the empire, and may your mighty power lead your people to find the promised future."

Lu Mingfei ended today's prayer with a sincere wish.

After each of them took a shower, Chu Zihang looked a little strange after drinking the milk tea from the hotel.

"Is there poison in the tea?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly got up and looked around vigilantly.

Poisoning food is also very common in the galaxy. Whether it is the Assassins of the Assassins or the Cabal of the Dark Eldar, they are all masters of poisoning.

He has always disliked this kind of enemy, because even if you kill them, it is easy to be killed together.

"Probably not."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

He just felt a little sick to his stomach, not to the point of being poisoned.

"You and I both drank this tea, why am I fine?"

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe it's because your bloodline is higher than mine."

Chu Zihang said casually.

"Probably not."

He shook his head.

Lu Mingfei himself knew that the dragon blood in his body could no longer play much role because of his resistance and the suppression of the emperor's mighty power.

After thinking for a while, Chu Zihang seemed to have thought of a reason.

"Do you take a shower and brush your teeth?"

"No, I'm used to brushing my teeth before taking a shower."

Lu Mingfei said.

"That's probably why."

Chu Zihang said helplessly.

Because I brushed my teeth while flushing, the sprayed water was drank into my stomach.

"The quality of this water has caught up to the dirty water in the lower layer of the Hive Capital."

Lu Mingfei was also a little helpless.

"Need to see a doctor?"

he asked.

"No, it should be fine after going to the toilet a few times."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

He had done some homework before he came, and the level of Indian hospitals is not very good.

After having diarrhea twice, Chu Zihang's stomach finally returned to calm.

After all, he is a mixed race, so his physical fitness has not been affected much.

However, this severance also made them realize that the key to the Nibelungen is not so easy to obtain.

The next day, Rancher came again in a tuk-tuk.

"Yo, did you rest well yesterday?"

He greeted with vigor.

"Okay."

Chu Zihang hesitated to speak.

Lan Che saw his insincere words, and asked with his eyes turned.

"You won't have diarrhea, will you?"

Chu Zihang nodded silently.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Rancho let out a healthy laugh.

"My brother, don't worry, this is a welcome gift from this land to the guests."

He patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, completely ignoring the latter's expression of what nonsense are you talking about.

"I forgot to remind you, it's best to drink only bottled water when you first come."

Rancho shrugged.

"Now we remember."

Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

The hotel provides free breakfast, but because they are not sure if it is a local snack, they still choose to eat out.

Lan Che led the two of them into an alley, and there were vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, selling everything.

Lan Che led them to a small cart. The owner of the stall was a dark-skinned middle-aged man wearing a black and blue apron.

Seeing the three people coming, the boss said something in the local language, and Lan Che replied in the same language.

After reaching an agreement, the boss got busy.

He poured a large ladleful of oil onto the flat iron pan and cracked two eggs directly into it.

Then, while it was just taking shape, it was sprinkled with salt and pepper, chili powder, scallions, and a yellow unknown powder.

"It's called masala, and it's the soul seasoning of our Indian cuisine. Every family has a different recipe."

Rancher imitated the tone of the tour guide.

The two nodded and continued to watch the boss perform.

I saw him using a shovel to continuously scoop up lukewarm oil and pour it on the fried egg. After scalding the fried egg a bit, he scooped it up and put it on a plate.

"Soft-boiled eggs are acceptable."

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief.

But just when he thought the cooking was done, the boss poured minced onions and chopped tomatoes into the iron plate again, fried them until golden, and then added the previous seasonings.

Although this operation is a bit inexplicable, the red, green and green colors are quite appetizing.

However, this is still just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)