"Yifan, this is the travel and accommodation expenses reimbursed by Stanford University, and the other 6,000 US dollars, you and Yang Fei'er are 3,000 each, take it!"

After the third day of academic reports, Lao Zhao reimbursed the travel expenses and accommodation expenses of the three people, and also received a reward of 10,000 cash dollars.

The old rascal thought, quite a good job, and gave us six thousand for ten thousand dollars. I was not polite to him, so I took it and said, "Then thank you Professor Zhao!"

Lao Zhao didn't come this time for a reward of thousands of dollars, what he wanted was fame and qualifications!

He smiled and said, "Yifan, you're welcome! I haven't thanked you for the paper you submitted to Science, if you can win, the school's reward will be even more generous, hehe." Okay, Yifan, let's go to San Francisco's Chinatown in the afternoon and try Chinese cuisine there. ”

Of course, Lao Zhao is not the first time to come to San Francisco's Chinatown, when he was studying for a doctorate in the United States, he has been here many times, and at this moment, he is like a tour guide to introduce the scenery of Chinatown to the old hooligan and Yang Damei.

It is said that the early Chinese immigrants to the United States were often inspired by a myth that the western United States was full of gold mines, so it was called the Gold Mountain, and later the legend found new gold mines in Australia, which gave it the name of San Francisco. San Francisco's Chinatown is the largest Chinatown in the United States and the largest Chinese community outside of Asia, with the longest history, home to nearly 100,000 overseas Chinese. Lao Zhao put on a purple Tang costume in the afternoon, and as soon as he entered Chinatown, he introduced the two old hooligans.

The old rascal nodded while looking at the signboards lined up on both sides of the street, and said, "Well, everything I heard and saw was in Huaxia, and it really made us come here, which is quite moving." ”

Lao Zhao seemed to recall the first time he came here when he was a doctoral student, so he said: "Look at those Chinese medicine stores, souvenir shops, chicken and duck shops, Chinese restaurants, and those roast ducks, roast chickens, roast pigs and barbecued pork hanging all over the windows, in fact, the taste is more authentic than in China." If it weren't for other arrangements this time, it would have been nice to stay here for two days!"

Yang Da Meinu said in a crisp voice at this time: "Teacher Zhao, why do you think it is more authentic than the domestic one?"

When the old rascal heard this, he smiled, and only listened to Lao Zhao: "How to say it, because there are many century-old shops here, generally speaking, the older the store, the more distinctive and delicious the dishes, due to some special reasons in China, private enterprises still appeared after the reform and opening up." ”

The old rascal said: "Professor Zhao is right, there is a traditional issue involved here. I remembered an example in China, Quanjude roast duck, before liberation, Quanjude's roast duck standard is very strict, duck variety, weight, body symmetry are exquisite, to stuff into the oven, all kinds of processing procedures are very strict, indispensable. As for how long it takes to bake after stuffing in, let alone how long it will be baked. However, after the liberation, Quanjude became state-owned, and it was fine for the first few months, but after a long time, the duck immediately became unpalatable, and it did not improve until after the reform and opening up. Why is that?"

Lao Zhao smiled: "Of course, there are many reasons, but the matter has passed, so let's not talk about it." However, the truth of what Yifan said is still very good, I just said that the shops here are all century-old shops, and the craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation, which is why the dishes here are more distinctive than those in China. ”

The three of them passed by a cheongsam shop, and the old rascal saw the colorful cheongsam inside, so he said to Yang Damei next to him: "Let's go in and have a look?"

Lao Zhao also smiled and said, "Then go in and have a look, I will also buy two for my daughter and your aunt to go back!"

Yang Fei'er is a native of Jiangnan, and there are many shops selling cheongsams in her hometown, so she is embarrassed: "Yifan, these clothes are imported from China, so we don't have to buy them, right?"

The old rascal thought about it, so he patted his forehead and said to Lao Zhao: "Professor Zhao, what do you think?"

"If you want to buy it, buy one or two, although the cheongsam here is imported from China, but it has its own characteristics, let's go in and have a look!" Lao Zhao replied.

The old rascal also wanted to see Yang Da Meinu wearing a cheongsam, so he took her little hand and followed Lao Zhao in.

Lao Zhao remembered the body shape of his daughter-in-law and daughter very accurately, and quickly bought one for each of them, and after packing, he sat next to him and chatted with a female boss, and then watched Yang Da Beauty compare there.

The old rascal saw that Yang Da Meinu had not been selected well for a while, so he returned to Lao Zhao's side and said to the Chinese female boss: "When did you come here?"

The female boss said in a Chinese language with a Lingnan accent: "I am already the fourth generation!"

"Then you can run for president of the United States now!" laughed the old rascal.

The landlady shook her head and said with a smile: "No, the president of the United States must have Anglo-Saxon blood, that is, he must be the descendants of British and Irish immigrants." It would be nice for us Chinese to run for governor, legislature or be elected to the cabinet. ”

The old rascal thought, you are really right, a few years later, although Obama is black, his mother is indeed a white man of Anglo-Saxon descent.

Sometimes, bloodlines can bring people closer to each other!

Seeing that the old rascal and Lao Zhao both nodded, the female boss said again: "Mr. Li, your girlfriend has a great figure, a tall figure, and wearing a cheongsam can best reflect the beauty!"

The old rascal thought, that is, let Fei'er wear that kind of high-slit cheongsam at that time, exposing the side of her snow-white thighs, hehe.

However, I can only let her wear it at home for me to see!

It took half an hour for Yang Da Beauty to choose two pieces, put them on her body, and when she came out, the old rascal suddenly laughed.

Lao Zhao also smiled: "Good figure, clothes are really casual to wear!"

If it weren't for someone next to her, the old rascal would definitely come forward and pick her up and take pity on her!

"Mr. Li, can I take a few photos of your girlfriend? But don't worry, I will pay for the portrait!" The female boss looked at Yang Da Beauty with an amazed face, and said to the old rascal next to her.

The old rascal immediately rejected her, saying, "No, I don't want her to show up!"

Lao Zhao also shook his head and laughed.

When the woman was aroused to shop, she was out of control, and by the time the three of them arrived at a Chinese restaurant in the evening, the old rascal had already carried several bags.

"This store is still good, you see, there are a lot of photos of former President Clinton and Chinese leaders. After Lao Zhao sat down, he pointed to the rows of photos and signatures of dignitaries and celebrities on the opposite wall.

Hearing this, the old rascal and Yang Fei'er both turned their heads;

"It seems that the food in this restaurant should be very good!" the old rascal beckoned to a waiter, then turned to Lao Zhao and smiled.

"Well, I came here back then, and what I still remember deeply is the Yangchun noodles here, the taste is really authentic!"

"Hey, let's not eat noodles today, let's have some of their specialties!" said to the waiter next to him, and found that he was also a Chinese, so he asked her, "Do you have any special dishes?"

A few minutes later, the three of them ordered the "orange blossom bones" and "steamed anchovies" that the old hooligans liked, the "Wensi tofu soup" and "gorgeous fried fruits and vegetables" that Yang Feier liked at a glance, and the "spicy crab" and "spicy fat beef" ordered by Lao Zhao, who loved spicy food.

The old rascal wanted to order a few more dishes, but he felt that the amount of dishes here might be relatively small, but he was stopped by Lao Zhao: "Yifan, too much, I can't finish it if I call it again!"

The old rascal thought, there are still dishes I can't finish eating, but when the first spicy fat beef came up, he was stunned!

"Teacher Zhao, this is really affordable! There are more than two copies in China!" the old rascal sighed.

"Hehe, that's right, it's a lot, but it's not cheap. First, it is traditional, and many restaurants in China before liberation may be like this, which has been preserved by the predecessors of the Chinese who came here; second, it is related to the culture of the United States, and the culture here pays attention to a big word, you can see the kind of oversized hamburgers sold by KFC; third, this point may not be correct enough, maybe it is related to their marketing strategy, the quantity is large, but the price has also gone up, but the amount can make people look comfortable and eat comfortably, as long as it is comfortable, the price is a little higher will not have much impact. Lao Zhao explained.

Yang Fei'er said: "Teacher Zhao is reasonable!"

The old rascal hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and said, "Hurry up and taste it, I want to see how it tastes in addition to being enough!" After speaking, he sandwiched a piece of beef, took a bite, and suddenly a spicy smell and meat aroma filled his mouth.

"Not bad, the taste is very authentic, the meat is very tender, Mr. Zhao, Fei'er, you can taste it too!" the old rascal hurriedly urged.

At this meal, the old rascal who was confident enough in his own amount of food finally surrendered!

I can't finish it!

After the three of them walked out of the restaurant, they began to enjoy the night view of Chinatown;

For a moment, the old rascal seemed to have entered a time tunnel again.

Another feeling of a dream!