6:44 p.m., Rice Flower Town.

The iron door opened slowly, and Jing Baiye, who had been on the plane for more than ten hours, looked up, and saw light coming out of the window on one side, illuminating the well-tended garden on the other side.

Feeling hungry, he walked to the door in three steps at a time. As soon as he entered, he smelled a familiar smell of rice.

Jing Baiye doesn't know how to cook, but he knows the smell of different meals, and he knows that Scotland made potatoes as soon as he smells them

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