"Is that so? Then I'll ask Dr. Maxli later. If he thinks you can be discharged from the hospital, I will help you with the discharge procedures." Margaret was stunned at first, and responded with a smile.

"Okay. There's nothing wrong with the family lately?"

"Everyone is still the same. Except for the little Mike from the neighbor's house who broke his leg because of playfulness and caused a lot of trouble, there is no news worth my attention."

"Little Mike broke his leg? That old Mike has to worry about it."

"Yes... come on, let's have the meal first."

"Um."

The food is very British. In addition to the inevitable potato cubes, the staple food is a brick-sized wheat bread. Fortunately, it is not black bread, so although the taste is still not as good as the fine bread of later generations, it is not as good as the legendary black bread as eating sand, and it makes your mouth hurt when you take a bite.

The side dish was a small fish, the size of a palm. I don’t know if it was a river fish or a sea fish. Anyway, before I could eat it, the strong fishy smell rushed straight into Lance’s mouth and nose like a biochemical virus, making him faint. Finally, I remembered something that was widely circulated in China in my previous life.

That is the traditional British food. Except for a few, other special dishes can be said to be the dark food ingredients. Not to mention whether they can be eaten. The shape, taste and other things can definitely be called Lance, who is used to Chinese catering delicacies, can't accept it!

Fortunately, he thought that his current identity was a Tang Dynasty person, and the situation at home would not be as bad as expected...

It turns out that it is all a luxury!

It can be imagined how destruction he will suffer in his future life...

"It seems that if you have the chance in the future, I will still want to open the fire by myself." Lance, who was biting the bread that became dry and hard due to the cold, thought to himself as he swallowed the stewed potato cubes that were also tasteless.

As for the fish?

The taste alone was enough to make him respect Xie Bumin. Moreover, he hated eating fish and picking thorns, so he would never take a bite until he could not confirm that this fish was not the kind of big bone fish, that is, a fish with no extra burrs except a whole bone, except for a fish with no extra burrs.

He didn't want to be squeaked because of his humbleness.

"Lance, isn't there still a fish? Why don't you eat it?" Margaret, who noticed this, said curiously.

"No appetite." Lance shook his head.

"Is it not the same as the taste? Then tell me what you want to eat, and I will bring it to you next time."

"Do you have rice at home?" Lance hesitated and asked back.

Although rice is almost flooded in later generations, and it exists on the dining tables in both the East and the West, in this world, Lance is really unsure of this world. There is enough rice in the British mainland at present, or even if there are traces of rice cultivation, it should only be provided to a small number of specific people. A family like his family may not be able to get such things.

Unless, let him mail it from India...

"Why, do you want to eat rice?"

“Some.”

"Then I will look back and find a way to go to Mrs. Anna to see if I can buy some from her and make it for you to eat."

"Mrs. Anna?"

"It's Sir Rodney's wife. Their family is an orthodox aristocratic family, enjoying the welfare of aristocratic people, and they can get something that is difficult to get in our opinion."

"Will that be very troublesome?"

The nobleman Lance of the British side knew that the typical stones in the pit were smelly and hard, and they were not so easy to contact with with some kind of cognitive and class barrier.

Especially when Margaret was born as an ordinary villain and a nanny, even with the support of the Lan family, she might not be able to give her much good face.

"I worked at Sir Rodney's house when I was young, and I was familiar with Mrs. Anna. If I just wanted to buy some rice from her, I think Mrs. Anna would not refuse." Margaret explained.

"Then let it go. I have to eat it." Lance shook his head.

After a while of this, Lance finally wiped out the breakfast that was somewhat tortured to him in front of him, and broke free from the unspeakable pain.

"Then you rest in bed for a while first, I'll call Dr. Maxli." Margaret said casually while packing the lunch box.

"Um."

Then Margaret left the ward and disappeared into Reims's vision.

But not long after, soon, he followed a middle-aged man with a typical British hairline and a high nose bridge and came to the bedside of Reims.

"Doctor Maxli." Lance stood up and greeted.

"How is it?" Dr. Maxli smiled and said, "Is there anything uncomfortable or something wrong with you?"

"No, I feel so good now that I can even go to the military service test," Lance replied.

"Is that so? Then I'll check it for you. If the situation is really as good as you said, you can leave here and go home to rest." After that, Dr. Maxli took out the oldest stethoscope from his pocket, lifted up Lance's clothes, and began to investigate on his chest.

"Inhale, exhale. Is there anything wrong with it?"

After a similar physical examination in later generations, Dr. Maxli finally finished the examination of him and stood up straight.

"Doctor Maxli, how is Lance?" Margaret asked with concern.

"No problem, Mr. Lance is very healthy now and can be discharged from the hospital and go home for recuperation." Maxli smiled at Margaret.

"Is that so good? Then I'll bother you, Dr. Maxli."

"OK."

"You stay here honestly, I'll go and help you with the discharge procedures." Margaret turned her head and said to Lance on the bed.

"Okay, Aunt Margaret."

Then, Margaret and Dr. Maxley left the ward again to deal with Lance's discharge problem.

...

The process was very fast. In less than half an hour, Lance's problem was dealt with, he turned back to the free man, followed Margaret away from the hospital and came to the street outside.

It is also the first time that Lance has officially stepped on land belonging to the British mainland, giving the appearance that truly belonged to the British mainland to the eyes of--

How to say it is no different from the scenes I saw in various documentaries or old movies that I occasionally played on the Science and Education Channel in my previous life. They are all ordinary marble buildings, but the style is older and not much different from the scenes of London on the real earth, or Downing Street.

There are not many tall buildings. The tallest building that can be gained by him is only four floors. The square shape is not beautiful at all. The streets are quite neat. I don’t know if it is just like this in the city or all the main roads in the city are paved with cement, which is flat and smooth, and it is not easy to accumulate water.

But it tastes...

It is very consistent with this era, with all kinds of kerosene, steam, and the smell of feces of horses that appear on the streets from time to time. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the suburbs of the late 1980s on earth. While disappointing Lance, he also completely recognized the reality-
Chapter completed!