The three of them pushed their luggage cart to the entrance of the lobby. A taxi driver came over, and Ma Xiaoling tried to explain where they wanted to go in extremely halting Japanese.
Seeing how much she was struggling, Jiang Hao could no longer stand it. He spoke to the driver in fluent Japanese. "Take us to Yamamoto Holiday Hot Spring Hotel."
"Certainly." The driver bowed and loaded their suitcases into the trunk.
Ma Xiaoling and Wang Zhenzhen looked at Jiang Hao in surprise. Ma Xiaoling asked in astonishment, "You know Japanese, and you speak it so fluently? Didn't you say you'd always cultivated on Mount Mao and had never come down the mountain or gone anywhere?"
"Knowing we were coming to Japan, I crammed by watching a few movies these past few days and learned some Japanese," Jiang Hao said.
"You learned it just by watching a few movies?" Wang Zhenzhen's face was full of disbelief.
"What movies did you watch that were so amazing?" Ma Xiaoling asked.
"Nothing special. Anything with simple content and standard pronunciation would do," Jiang Hao said.
"That's incredible." Wang Zhenzhen looked both astonished and admiring.
"So if we went to the United States, could you learn English by watching movies for two days?" Ma Xiaoling asked.
Jiang Hao nodded very seriously. "That should be no problem. It's just that some English is rather vulgar, so I might need to watch a little more."
The taxi headed toward the hot spring hotel. It was winter now, and gleaming white snow covered everything. For the two Hong Kong beauties, who rarely saw snow, it was a novel sight. They were wildly excited and kept looking out the windows at the scenery.
They finally arrived at the hot spring hotel. It was already outside the