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"Alright, you can go back now. I'll look for you if there's anything else." Now that he was here, he didn't need the person in front of him to leave.

The man had thought that if he were to be satisfied with the important guest he was hosting today, he would definitely be praised by the leader. He might even be promoted to a higher position, and might even reach the pinnacle of his life.

The man hesitated for a while, but eventually left reluctantly.

When the man had left, Mr. Wilson looked at him with adoring eyes and gave him a big thumbs-up.

The so-called national village, not only were the villagers all wearing national clothing, the rent was also the ancient national rent. Even some ethnic groups also retained their unique ways of life, as well as their daily activities and customs.

Along the way, Mr. Wilson and his assistant had their mouths wide open in shock. They even forgot to exclaim in admiration as they kept pressing the shutter button to record everything that was beautiful here.

This was An Xin's first time in this kind of nationality village, so she was a little surprised by the scene here. It wasn't as exaggerated as Mr. Wilson and the others, but it wasn't much better.

Only Gong Sheng remained the calmest!

The others happily photographed, touched here and there, while Gong Sheng, always wearing the same expression, silently followed An Xin. When he saw that his wife wanted to take a photo, he would smile and look at her happy smile with satisfaction.

Whenever Mr. Wilson came across something he liked or was interested in, he would ask about it in English, but since the people here rarely understood English, they were basically translators. However, during this process, An Xin learned quite a few things.

Ethnic village not only have fun also have beautiful scenery, but also many ethnic characteristics snack.

Mr. Wilson was also a foodie, and when he saw the snacks, whatever they were, they always came. He did not care what these delicacies were. As long as they were snacks, he would always try them.

As now, Wilson held a string of fried locusts in his left hand and fried scorpions in his right.

If it was any other foreigner who saw this, they would have long ago avoided it, let alone eat it, they wouldn't even have a chance to look at it.

Although his expression was filled with fear and disgust at the start, he was still nodding his head repeatedly as he ate. "Delicious, delicious!" As he spoke, he placed the remaining half of the fried locust into his assistant's mouth, "Delicious, you try it too!"

However, when Wilson handed him the dish, the man immediately turned his head, refusing it no matter what, "No, if you like it, then eat it yourself. I don't want to eat it!" After saying that, he hid far away.

Seeing that his assistant didn't know how to taste delicacies, Mr. Wilson pursed his lips and directly put the remaining half of the delicacy into his own mouth. Then, he chewed on it in satisfaction.

As members of the same race, the palace saint and An Xin couldn't enjoy such delicious food either. While Mr. Wilson was tasting, he had already gone to another snack bar and paid no attention to what was going on, so that Mr. Wilson wouldn't notice them.

When it was time for the national dance performance, Gong Sheng led them to the spectator stand that the man had prepared for them.