He could imagine that if someone were to take a photo of him at this moment, it would be quite amusing to see him sitting under rows of dark red sausages.
Still somewhat hungry and tired, he needed to find a hotel with a restaurant to settle down.
He had looked at the timetable for the green train, and there was only one train per day, so having arrived today, he definitely couldn't leave tonight.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.
Since he's still alive, even if he doesn't want to, he must eat and sleep.
He had to muster some energy to walk towards the two elderly ladies sitting contentedly on the doorstep, chatting and dazing. He used slow English, along with gestures, to ask them where he could find a place to eat.
