"Mr. Xie, we've all heard that the food over there is terrible. I need to bring some of my own food to eat."
That was Song Xiaoyu. He had been poring over all sorts of newspapers lately, and after learning the food was bad, he started preparing his own rations.
He would rather eat his rations than that gamey pork!
"Oh? You actually managed to find negative reports?" This made Xie Changning very curious. She recalled that even when people born in the '90s were kids, all you heard from certain public figures was praise for other countries, without a single negative word.
'I can't believe someone is actually telling the truth at a time like this.'
"There are! But they get torn apart for it. If I hadn't scrounged one up from that old man who collects scrap, I'd never have known!" Song Xiaoyu felt incredibly fortunate.
'I'm a genius!'
"That's not going to work. We need to travel light. We'll be bringing things back with us on the return trip!"
