Mission: Choosing a Husband from a Foreign Country

，，，： ，，， ， ，，，，，，，，，， "''，''？"， Xiao Xiaoqi gnawed on the apple, thought for a while and nodded: "Yes." "A photo, a piece of money, an envelope..." "Wait a minute." Xiao Xiaoqi kicked Luka on the knee, "It's not an envelope, it's an envelope." "Why? The envelope is also flat." "The envelope has two layers, not one sheet." "Those two envelopes." Someone shouted. Go to hell! Fragment 2 Xiao Xiaoqi looked at Alfred and sighed, then slowly stretched out his big knuckled hand and put a handful of tea leaves in the teacup. He lifted the kettle, and the veins on his wrists bulged. The water slowly poured into the teacup. Some small leaves bounced in the water a few times, spread out, and then sank, stacked at the bottom of the cup. The water in the cup turned green, and the fragrance wafted out... He stared blankly at the big hands holding up the hot tea cup, bringing it to his eyes and smelling the aroma of the tea carefully. "It's so hot!" The man muttered, turning around and walking to the kitchen water pipe. He turned on the faucet and added half a cup of cold water to the newly brewed tea... The corners of Xiao Xiaoqi's mouth twitched, and she was speechless for a while as she watched Alfred happily drinking the cup of Biluochun soaked in cold water. He felt like Princess Wencheng who married into Tibet and Ganbu, shouldering the heavy responsibility of spreading Chinese civilization to the Western barbarians. The road ahead was difficult.