Siheyuan, don't yell at me

A green train slowly drove out of the Sijiucheng Railway Station and extended into the distance along the railway tracks.

The train will cross the vast land and eventually arrive in distant Moscow.

In a beautifully decorated train carriage, He Daqing sat comfortably on a soft sofa, gazing through the window at the scenery outside the old city.

Although the weather in January was still cold and the snow outside the city had not completely melted, He Daqing's heart was full of longing and hope for the future.

Outside the window, the vast fields are covered with snow, and there is peace and tranquility.

Occasionally, a few houses can be seen, with wisps of blue smoke rising from their chimneys, bringing a touch of warmth to this land of ice and snow.

In this cold season, most people choose to stay at home to avoid the cold.

Only a few people were walking hurriedly on the road. They wrapped themselves tightly in cotton jackets and walked quickly with their heads down, as if they wanted to return home as soon as possible to enjoy the rare warmth.

However, the naughty children in the village were having a lot of fun and making a lot of noise in the snow.

He Daqing looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help feeling a sense of pride.

The lives of ordinary people are much better than in previous years, and this is all thanks to He Daqing.

Master He Daqing has benefited thousands of families and is simply a living Bodhisattva.

This international passenger train from Sijiucheng to Moscow was provided by the Russians, who also provided the train and crew.

Chinese flight attendants only provide services within China.

After leaving the country, with the departure of the Chinese crew, the entire train no longer had any trace of China.

The entire train journey takes six days and seven nights, nearly a week.

Fortunately, everyone in He Daqing's delegation had a sofa and a bed, so they were not too tired.

There were only a few Chinese magazines and newspapers available on the train, and most of them were in Russian.

But for He Daqing, this does not pose any reading difficulties.

For He Daqing, reading the newspaper, drinking tea and killing time is as simple as a daily routine.

As for why He Daqing became a member of the delegation, it was also related to He Daqing's ability.

The Russians love to drink and also like the drinking culture. They all have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance.

When it comes to drinking, He Daqing can cheat and has never lost to the Russians.

Moreover, He Daqing is very good at fighting. Even the Russian GRU special forces king couldn't withstand a single blow in front of He Daqing.

As the director of the Red Star Winery, He Daqing is a legend among the Russian upper class.

He can drink and fight, he is simply the Slavic god of war in the world.

There are even rumors among the Russians that He Daqing has Slavic ancestry.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to brew such an authentic and strong Flaming Vodka.

As the head of the delegation, Deng had studied in both Europe and the Soviet Union.

Not only was he erudite, intelligent, and magnanimous, he also had in-depth research and personal insights into various systems in the Soviet Union and Europe.

Captain Deng thought highly of He Daqing, a rising star, and would chat with him from time to time.

Many times, the two people's views coincide with each other.

He Daqing frowned and took a look at the food for the white people provided by the Russians.

I picked up the hard black bread and looked at the fishy caviar and smoked fish, but I couldn't eat it at all.

The other members of the delegation also frowned.

Break off a piece of dry bread and eat it by soaking it in water.

But there is no way, because this train is operated by the Russians.

The Russians thought they provided very delicious food.

It’s just that you Chinese people can’t enjoy it.

He Daqing threw down the bread in his hand and walked straight towards the Russian train kitchen.

Waving the rubles in his hand, He Daqing became the chef in the kitchen of the Russian train as he wished.

After working for more than half an hour, He Daqing brought three steaming dishes and a soup to Mr. Deng.

"Captain, please try my chef's cooking...

Hey! Isn’t that awesome?

Back then, I, He Daqing, was the head chef of Fengze Building!

When we go out, eating and drinking well is the first priority..."