Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant Chapter 21

  Chapter 21 Shopping with Dayan Horses

  The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. An Feng lay lazily by the pool, looking at the lush vineyards, drinking a sip of cold beer from time to time.

   "Excellent!" An Feng looked up at the sky, "I won't trade this kind of life with me!"

The phone on the shore rang for a long time before An Feng lazily swam to the pool, stretched out his hand to touch the phone on the deck chair, the phone had stopped when he got it, he glanced at the number, leaned back against the pool, and redialed Past: "Hi Jenny! Just wanted to take your call, how are you doing today?"

  Jenny said: "It's not bad. I'm thinking about what clothes to prepare for the press conference, how about you?"

   "Stop! Don't come down!"

  An Feng pushed away Pipi and Dandan who were about to jump down to play in the water, and pointed at them, with the expression on his face saying that it was wrong to do so.

  The two little guys wagged their tails pitifully and looked at him.

   "What are you doing?" Jenny heard what An Feng said.

  An Feng brought the phone to his ear again: "Sorry, I'm in the swimming pool, and two little guys want to jump down. Sit down for me! Haha, they are two very naughty hounds."

   "How old are they, aren't they cute? I envy you!" Jenny said.

  An Feng said with a smile: "It's almost six months. If you want to come over, I welcome it."

   "Okay, but not now. I want to find someone to go shopping with me, but Cathy is busy today, so I can only see if other friends are free."

   "I also think it's quite boring, why don't we go together?" An Feng suggested.

   "Okay, where are you?" Jenny said happily.

   "I'm in SLO, a little far away from you, I should go there, what do you think? I just want to find someone who is familiar with the environment to go shopping in Los Angeles."

  Jenny reported an address and said, "Wait for you."

An Feng climbed ashore, dried his wet body with a towel, led the two naughty ghosts back to the house, and rummaged through the clothes in the closet. Except for two suits, most of them were shirts and jeans. He didn't buy clothes like women. I usually choose a set that is pleasing to the eye, but after going back and forth a few times, it piles up in a pile, and some of them in the closet have not even torn off the labels. I didn't choose much, so I changed it when I looked in the mirror and it looked right.

   Move the car out of the garage and drive towards Los Angeles.

  Following the GPS navigation prompts, I came to an apartment building. I am afraid that the six or seven-story residences in China can only be seen in urban areas, which is relatively rare. High-rise buildings in the United States are generally office buildings, crowded with people during the day, and deserted at night after everyone gets off work.

I stopped by the side of the road to call Jenny, and she came down soon after. She was wearing a light blue shirt, light gray jeans, and a pair of flat boots. Standing in front of An Feng, the girl next door is just like her.

   "You are so beautiful!" An Feng praised.

   "Thank you." Jenny smiled, although what the man said was largely a courtesy.

  An Feng opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner, asked her to sit in, then got in the car, started the car, and turned his face slightly towards her: "Where do we start?"

  Jenny asked, "Where have you been?"

   "Basically, I didn't look at it carefully. I drove by a few times and took a rough look. I was in a hurry."

  Jenny nodded slightly after hearing this: "Then you can go to many places, Universal Studios, Hollywood Boulevard is enough for us to go shopping for a day."

   "Universal Studios? I've heard of it."

   "But it's afternoon now, and one day's shopping is usually enough. Of course, if you just want to take a look, it's fine." Jenny said.

  An Feng stopped in front of an intersection, and while waiting for pedestrians to pass by, he said, "Actually, I just want to talk to someone, it's too boring to stay here."

   "And you found me?" Jenny asked.

  An Feng glanced at her, nodded and said: "Yes, I think you are a lively, very relaxing and happy girl. I thought of you right away."

   "I really like hearing what you say, and I feel very attractive." Jenny said with a smile.

Due to lack of time, they didn't go to Universal Studios, and the chattering Jenny took him around the lively places in Los Angeles, wandering around Sunset Boulevard, Rodeo Drive and other places, all kinds of fashionable clothing stores, delicious restaurants There are countless restaurants and cafes.

I heard from Jenny that there is a high probability of "star hitting" here, and no one can guarantee that a certain big brand will come shopping on a whim, so there are many people. The products in the shops along the street represent the trend and fashion trend of the United States. Walking on the street In the last lap, I gained a lot, but Jenny still didn't get her favorite dress.

  An Feng carefully discovered that Jenny has a wide range of choices, and she is not limited to a certain brand store, and sometimes some inconspicuous small commodities can make her love it. He has been following her, watching Jenny like a butterfly lost in the flowers, floating happily around.

  Following her stop and go, entering a crowded street, when large light red five-pointed stars appeared on the ground, An Feng realized that this was the famous Hollywood Walk of Fame. The names of artists were written on the five-pointed stars all over the sidewalk. He looked for a few, but unfortunately he didn't recognize them.

  Looking around again, there are people coming and going on the street, and there are also some tourists who look down and count the stars, bored and want to find their favorite celebrities. But the narrow "Avenue" is a bit of a misnomer, with narrow lanes and close proximity to sidewalks and sidewalks.

   After taking a few group photos, An Feng was attracted by the guys on the road dressed up as various film and television characters. They took the initiative to ask passers-by to take a group photo, but they needed to pay a few dollars for tips after taking the photo. An Feng had a lot of five-dollar bills in his pocket, and he asked someone to take a lot of them.

   This also made some cosplayers around come together, trying to take advantage of An Feng. Jenny took a picture of him and Captain Jack with the camera, and suddenly a spiderman's crooked head came over, and it clicked and stayed in the picture. An Feng gave two tips dumbfounded.

  However, there are not many people who like to take pictures, that is, tourists or foreigners like Anfeng are interested, and other local people just pass by and ignore it. Wearing heavy costumes in such a sweltering heat, I don't know how much money I can make, but there are quite a lot of performers on the road.

  Walking around until more than six o'clock in the afternoon, both of them were hungry. An Feng didn't want to eat American fast food, so he said, "Shall we go to the nearby French restaurant, or Italy?"

  Unexpectedly, Jenny shook her head: "I want to try Chinese food, and I want authentic ones, because my friend said that Chinese food in Los Angeles caters to Western tastes."

   "You want to eat Chinese food? Then Chinatown, but I have never been there before, so I don't guarantee that it is authentic. I hope they see my face and let the chef serve real food."

   "Definitely. Teach me a sentence of Chinese, let the boss know that we have cards." Jenny said.

  An Feng taught her a few greetings in Chinese casually, but she didn't learn very well. Fortunately, Jenny didn't insist on it, and she was very happy when she mastered a few sentences. He chose the nearest Chinatown in the car navigation, and not long after he drove out, An Feng encountered a traffic jam for the first time in the United States.

   "Oh! There's actually a traffic jam!" An Feng looked around in surprise. The quality of the drivers is generally good... at least they didn't let the speakers connect together.

"It's normal at this time, and this place is the most congested in the United States." Jenny said without any surprise, "There was a statistic before, the population of the greater Los Angeles area was more than 10 million, and the number of cars was more than 10 million. Chehe. Those who drive convertibles will suffer!"

"But I think the weather here is still suitable for going out?" An Feng closed the carport and looked up at the blue sky. The exhaust gas is indeed thicker than indoors, but even with such a large number of cars, there is still no need to wear a mask to go out. The root of the car is by no means only in the car.

Jenny said: "The air is still barely there. There have been several serious photochemical smog incidents in LA. The main reason is the emission of automobile exhaust. Later, the state government has stepped up management efforts and worked **** automobiles and gasoline. In recent years, it has The pollution is gone, but the air is incomparable to that of the suburbs.”

An Feng was injured by an arrow. He decided not to discuss this with Lao Mei. There is no comparison. The number of cars in domestic metropolises is less than half of that here. The bricks and beasts are all clamoring that the bad air is caused by the cars, maybe It's time to take them here for a stroll, and talk a little bit after returning home.

   After being stuck in a traffic jam for a short period of time, An Feng came to Chinatown smoothly. An Feng saw a sign on a storefront saying in Chinese: Hot Pot Malatang, Authentic Yunnan Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles.

  After eating lettuce for a long time, An Feng almost had tears in his eyes when he saw these familiar food terms. When it comes to the rich variety of food, our Chinese nation ranks first.

  Find a vacant parking space and walk into the restaurant with Jenny.

  As soon as he sat down, an Asian waiter came over. He glanced at An Feng and handed him the menu.

   "Jenny, what do you like to eat?" An Feng asked while looking at the menu.

   "I don't know, I want something non-greasy." Jenny said.

  Can Chinese food not be greasy? An Feng flipped through the menu, finally ordered two cross-bridge rice noodles, and casually asked the waiter, "Do you come from China?"

   "Yes." The waiter said with a little Cantonese accent.

  An Feng nodded: "Oh, tell the master to come to the authentic ones, don't make those things that lie to foreigners for us to eat. And this lady's ones should be less oily."

   "A certain question, brother, Chinese people often ask for this." The waiter smiled and took the menu and left.

After the waiter left, seeing Jenny looking at the corner of the restaurant, An Feng also turned his head to look curiously, and saw four old men sitting at a table, a few Caucasians were sweating on their foreheads, breathing in their mouths, enjoying themselves Almost eat hot pot. An Feng feels that the world view has been subverted. Foreigners are really awesome, and they eat hot pot in summer.

   "Do you want to try?" An Feng asked her.

   "No, no, no." Jenny kept shaking her head, "Many people's chopsticks stuck into the pot together, it's not clean."

  An Feng fainted, but you also eat lettuce salad, you have never washed your hands before eating.

  Transferring the issue of whether the chopsticks are not clean when scooping up the hot pot, An Feng taught her how to use the chopsticks, but Dayangma still didn't learn how to use them until the rice noodle table.

   "Wow, it's spaghetti soaked in water!" Jenny looked at the rice noodles in the casserole with a "sudden realization".

  An Feng's chopsticks stopped in the air, his face covered with black lines.

  (end of this chapter)

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