Take a plane to Africa

Chapter 57 Congo Hot Pot
After racing all the way, Yang Tianlong hurried over to the hotel after putting all the wood into the warehouse.

Time was really tight, and there was no time to explain, Yang Tianlong waved to Wilmots in the hall, Wilmots understood, and hurried out with a bag of things.

"I'll drive, you eat quickly." Wilmots drove him to the co-pilot seat without any explanation, and handed him the bag in his hand.

Yang Tianlong smiled at Wilmots, quickly moved his butt towards the co-pilot's seat, opened his handbag and saw that it contained two hamburgers and a bottle of juice.

When they arrived at the airport, Raff and the others also came over, and more than a dozen strong men suddenly appeared in the narrow airport hall, which made those who were catching the plane very curious.

After quickly completing the check-in procedures, and saying goodbye to Wilmots, Raf and others at the airport, Yang Tianlong and Lion Head walked into the security check.

It was the Fokker-50 propeller airliner from last time. Although this aircraft looked a little rusty, its performance was not bad. When he entered the cabin, Yang Tianlong was not as timid as he was the first time.

During the trip, Yang Tianlong invited Lion Head to go to Liu Shengli's place to play together.

Lion Head's flight in Kinshasa is at [-]:[-] p.m. local time. Seeing that it was still early, he decisively agreed to Yang Tianlong.

The two hit it off on the plane, seeing that Yang Tianlong was very interested in sword skills, Lion Head decisively passed on his experience to Yang Tianlong.

Of course, if you want to have the precise knife skills like the lion's head, daily hard work is inevitable.

Due to the rainy season, the flight was slightly delayed, and the landing time of the plane changed from 01:30 pm to [-]:[-].

When they met Liu Shengli, they both walked towards each other quickly, and then held hands together.

"It's turned black." This was Liu Shengli's first sentence.

"You too." Yang Tianlong shot back with a smile.

"Who is this?" Liu Shengli couldn't help looking at the lion's head beside him.

"My good friend, Belgian, nicknamed Lion Head." Yang Tianlong introduced with a smile.

After the lion head said hello, a female voice suddenly came from behind, "Manager Liu, this man's name is Kondo, he is Belgian and works in Bunia."

Yang Tianlong was so surprised, he didn't expect Liu Shengli to bring an interpreter with him this time.

Where did this girl come from?Why didn't I pay attention just now?Yang Tianlong couldn't help looking around, and saw a fair-skinned, dignified and virtuous woman standing behind Liu Shengli with a smile on her face.

Seeing the surprise on Yang Tianlong's face, Liu Shengli laughed, pointed to the girl behind him and introduced: "Brother Yang, let me introduce you, this is Xiao Qin, Qin Kexuan, the beautiful translator of our company."

"Hello, Translator Qin." Yang Tianlong stretched out his hand with a smile.

Qin Kexuan smiled slightly, and quickly reached out her hand politely.

"You two should be from the same school." Liu Shengli suddenly looked at the two and asked.

Yang Tianlong set his sights on Qin Kexuan, "The XX class of Huaxia University of Foreign Studies."

Qin Kexuan said with a look of surprise: "It can't be such a coincidence, I'm a year younger than you, and I just graduated for more than a year."

"Ah?" Yang Tianlong was also extremely surprised when he saw that Qin Kexuan and himself were schoolmates, and he began to recall this little junior sister in his mind.

It seems that there is no impression.

Of course, Qin Kexuan didn't seem to have any impression of Yang Tianlong, but she did have some impression of Xiong Zihao. The reason for the impression was simple, that was, Xiong Zihao had pursued a beautiful woman in their dormitory.

Liu Shengli brought not only Qin Kexuan as an interpreter, but also several young people from the project department.

After saying hello one by one, Liu Shengli waved his hand, "Let's go, I invite you to eat Bashu hot pot at noon."

"Okay, I haven't eaten for a long time." After Yang Tianlong finished speaking, he explained to Lion Head what hot pot is. After listening, Lion Head also had a look of strong anticipation.

Liu Shengli's car was driving quickly on the road. The traffic around Kinshasa was not bad. Compared with the dirt road in Bunia, there seemed to be no dirt road here. The road was either asphalt or cement.

Half an hour later, Liu Shengli's car stopped at the destination. Yang Tianlong got out of the car and saw the words "Authentic Bashu Hot Pot" hanging on a simple two-story building.

The signboard is far less eye-catching than domestic hotpot restaurants, but there are quite a few customers inside.

Before Liu Shengli and the others walked in, the boss came over to greet him with a smile.

Liu Shengli pointed to Yang Tianlong and introduced, "Old Li, this is from your hometown."

The owner of the hotpot restaurant was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Yang Tianlong a few more times, "I'm from the Science and Technology City, what about you?"

Yang Tianlong smiled slightly, "From Rongcheng."

The owner of the hot pot restaurant nodded and said with a smile, "It's not far away, they're all fellow villagers, come on, please come in."

When he entered, Liu Shengli told him that this is the only hot pot restaurant operating in Kinshasa. There are tens of thousands of Chinese people working in Kinshasa and nearby, so the business of this hot pot restaurant is very good.

Although the ingredients are limited, the taste is different from the original flavor of the hot pot, especially the fish head hot pot here, which is all wild fish native to the Congo River, and the taste is delicious.

Although the hot pot restaurant is very simple, there are many diners, especially now that it is the rainy season in Congo, and there is not much work on the construction site. One of the best ways for the workers to pass the time is to heat the hot pot.

As soon as the owner of the hot pot restaurant brought out the red mandarin duck pot, Lion Head quickly filled himself with a bowl of red soup, and he explained that he was a little thirsty.

Under everyone's dumbfounded, Lion's Head drank it all in one gulp, before wiping his mouth, he said, "This soup is good."

"Lion head, this is the base soup, not the kind of soup we drink." Yang Tianlong told him with a smile.

After listening to it, the lion's head looked confused, "Watt? Soup? What is soup?"

As a native of Bashu, Yang Tianlong's explanation is not very professional, but it also makes the lion's head understand that the so-called base soup is similar to the seasoning. Convenient for steaming and cooking food.

Hearing that this was the case, Lion Head himself laughed embarrassedly.

Due to the limited local ingredients in Congo, the boss replaced the classic dishes such as hairy belly and pig yellow throat with local wild fish fillets.

Although the taste is different from the domestic authentic hot pot, it tastes good.

The people at the table were chatting and laughing, and it was very lively. They drank local dark beer and ate Bashu hotpot, especially Yang Tianlong. It had been a long time since he had eaten authentic hotpot from his hometown. This feeling was really great.

Just as everyone was eating happily, suddenly a worker in overalls ran in in a panic and whispered something in Liu Shengli's ear.

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