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After returning to the shop, I told Samit about karpil's f * cking affairs. His eyeballs were about to pop out from anger, so I directly called karpil and asked him what was the meaning of it.

karpil kept explaining on the phone, saying that he didn't set us up this time, that he really forgot to place the gold in there, don't worry, there won't be a next time.

Samit said, every time you do something bad, you always say that, you are bullying us honest people right? Let me tell you, this is the last time. If this happens again, we'd rather starve to death than let you earn a single cent!

karpil nodded repeatedly, and promised that there would never be a next time.

I thought, a little person is a little person. Don't just look at him admitting his mistakes with a smile on his face. I don't know how to scold him behind his back, but he might hold a grudge against you. It seemed that he had to be careful of him in the future.

I told Samit that Lin Zhishu had already boarded the plane and would arrive at Baroda soon.

Hearing this news, Samit revealed a smile he hadn't seen for a long time, whether he said he was dead or alive, it all depended on this time.

At eight in the evening, I received Lin Zhishu at the airport. Da Jian also came along with him, the two of them were like cannons entering the city, carrying large and small bags as they came. Lin Zhishu was still wearing that shabby Chinese tunic that he had worn for who knows how many years.

The moment he saw me, the Lin Zhishu scolded, "F * ck you, my ancestors, we've suffered greatly this time."

I asked him what was wrong.

Da Jian said that the Second Master didn't get used to it by plane. They had vomited the entire way up to seven times, and vomited an average of once an hour.

It was only after he said this that I noticed that Lin Zhishu's face was slightly pale. I hurriedly went forward to support him, "Are you alright?"

He waved his hand and said, "It's fine. Let's hurry to the living quarters. My legs are weak right now."

Da Jian and I supported him to the airport's underground parking lot on both sides. Kieran waited inside the car.

After arriving at the place, I introduced them one by one. Because they couldn't communicate through language, Kieran and Lin Zhishu just nodded their heads in greeting.

However, there was one detail that caught my eye, the way Lin Zhishu looked at Kieran was a little strange, I can't quite tell what it was, in short, I felt that Lin Zhishu's eyes contained a lot of things that I couldn't explain.

When we got on the car, I originally wanted to sit at the front seat, but Lin Zhishu patted me on the shoulder, signalling me to sit at the back, so that Da Jian could sit in the front.

After all, Da Jian and Kieran don't know each other, and there's no way to communicate with each other, so it would be a little awkward. Although I don't know what Lin Zhishu's intentions are, I still listened to him and sat in the back.

The car quickly drove out of the airport. After passing through the suburbs, they arrived at a brightly lit street.

Lin Zhishu had finally calmed down. He and Da Jian had lived in the mountains for half their lives, and they had never entered into the city, let alone overseas. Thus, the two of them stuck their faces to the window and looked around.

I looked at my watch. It was not yet nine o'clock, so I suggested that we stop here and take a stroll around to let the two cannons open their eyes.

Kieran did not have any objections, she just wanted to remind us that the Baroda is a place where riots take place, no matter how far away we are when a parade is held, we shouldn't go and join in on the fun.

I asked Lin Zhishu and Da Jian, what do you guys want to play? Should we find a place to eat first or go shopping?

After all, it's my first time seeing the outside world, Lin Zhishu said I'll listen to your arrangements.

The place we were in was Samit's little town — Baruch, there was nothing fun about it. The only place we could walk around was Wadderara Street, which was a street full of merchants selling everything, fruits, vegetables, daily necessities, and many food stalls.

Honestly, although I have been here for so long, I have not been used to the weather in India. The Baroda is very hot, but the people of the Baroda, even the whole of India, do not wear hats or hold umbrellas under the hot sun (even when it rains in June and July).

Almost everything in the vegetable and fruit stands on Wadderhara Street was a size smaller than China's. A clove of the same size as China may consist of more than 40 cloves. The mango watermelon was not small at all.

There was an endless stream of locals eating in the streets and alleys around the food stalls. Most women wear slippers. Some don't. That appearance might be cool, comfortable, and wouldn't break out in cold sweat. It would cover up the stench coming from his feet. This was the current situation of the Baroda Slum District.

Lin Zhishu vomited all the way on the plane. He must be starving by now, but since he couldn't say it in front of outsiders, I suggested that they find a place to eat first.

From the looks of it, there was nothing to attract their attention. As he had just finished vomiting, I suggested that he eat some liquid food. He definitely shouldn't eat big fish or big meat, so he finally chose a stall called 'Stir-Fried Mango'.

The reason why Da Jian and Lin Zhishu decided to eat the stir-fried mango was because they had been attracted over by the fragrance.

The seller of mangoes was a rough, wrinkled old Indian grandpa, barefoot, his clothes tattered, his hands not very agile, and I felt a pang of sadness at the sight of him. At such an age, it wasn't easy to fight so hard for a living.

This is the first time I've heard of stir-fried mangos, so I'm guessing that this is the only place with such a thing. Therefore, I'm very curious as to just how they are being stir-fried.

He first found an iron bowl (about the size of a washbasin), peeled off the skin of the mango, and cut it open with a knife. After peeling half of the mango, he used something similar to a blender to stir up the fruit mud in the pot. He then put the cashew fruit in the oil pan, then he put the mango in the frying pan, and when it was about to ripen, he added milk and white sugar.

Each of us will have a bowl. I drank a mouthful and felt that the taste was really not very good, aside from the sweet taste, there was no taste at all, but Lin Zhishu actually ate five bowls in one go.

But Kieran was not interested, she just sat at the side, looking at us, then looking at the people coming and going in the night market. She did not have any expression on her face, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

It's hard to get used to Indian food, not just for me, but for the rest of the Chinese, as well as for the English family Kelly, because I don't see any Indian food in his house.

But of course, the locals were used to it, and so were the animals. As cattle were regarded as divine objects, Indians who lived in peace with all animals were even more benevolent to cattle. There were cows everywhere on Wadderhara Street, and the herd enjoyed supreme treatment.

Other animals, such as squirrels, monkeys, and birds, are all free to jump around in front of people.

After we finished eating, I asked Da Jian if he had eaten his fill. The young lad would only eat one bowl of stir-fried mango, so he probably wouldn't be full, but Da Jian said that it wouldn't be necessary. He had already eaten fifty percent of it, so eating so much at night was not good for his body.

Originally, we were planning to return, but just as we passed by the entrance of a village, we were attracted by an acrobatic group.