In the end, Feng Jun couldn't finish all the Americanized Chinese food, so the leftovers were served to the staff.
What Feng Mountain didn't expect, however, was that the very dishes the Chinese disdained were devoured by the foreigners, who exclaimed "good" with every bite. 'I guess these country bumpkins just haven't seen the world,' he thought.
The restaurant was just a minor prelude to the tour group's arrival; the real action was unfolding in every corner of the camp.
「Ten thousand meters in the air.」
A United Airlines Boeing 737 flew high above the clouds.
Holding a small red flag, Zhang Kai fussed over the tour group like a mother hen, chattering on about Alaska's local culture and the necessary precautions.
For example, if they saw any of the Indigenous People, they shouldn't just shove their phones in their faces or try to force them into a photo.
They weren't to wander off, or they might run into brown bears.
