Foreigners who are also in a foreign country, in a republic, are treated in a different way.

They are far better than our fellow citizens who are alone.

This is determined not only by the unequal economic level, but also by the political nature and foreign policy of our country.

More importantly, it is because our nation naturally has the fine virtues of tolerance, generosity, hospitality, and kindness.

If any examples are needed to prove the above, then it is good to look at the letter that Angelo wrote to his wife Cadriana on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Because in addition to the sweet words to his wife, the thoughts of his family, and his concern for the lives of his children, he is not only in the first half of the letter.

In the second half of the letter, Angelo also devotes a lot of space to describing how he spent Chinese New Year's Eve in the capital in 83.

Some of the experiences were vivid and interesting, which could completely reassure her wife and make her smile.

The details are as follows:

"My darling, dear Kaka (Caterina's nickname), since I told you last time that I was admitted to the hospital on Christmas Eve, and you were worried about my situation in your reply, I will now dispel all your concerns.

Because of the experience of the past few days, I am absolutely convinced that the last incident was just an accident.

Why am I so sure?

That's because on February 12th, my boss invited me very kindly and very sincerely to go to his house to spend the most solemn traditional festival of the year for the Chinese New Year.

Do you know? It is said that on this day called the "Chinese New Year", the Chinese only stay with their closest relatives and keep vigil together until dawn.

So the fact that I was able to receive this kind of invitation is enough to prove that he regards me as a true friend.

And since I didn't really anger my boss, there was no embarrassment or danger.

By the way, as an additional note, my boss's nickname translates to 'wife'.

But you can rest assured that although the nickname is more feminine, his sexual orientation is actually quite normal, and he has already married a wife.

His wife's nickname is much better than his, "Cheese".

Of course, I can't call my boss by a nickname, so I can only call him by his real surname, and the "Zhou" written below is him.

All in all, this festival for Chinese people is quite special and interesting. If it is described, there are many things that we cannot understand.

For example, from this night onwards, for some reason, almost the entire city was constantly setting off fireworks.

The sound of their fireworks is very intense, similar to the sound of gunfire, but the tricks are very scarce, and they are not very beautiful.

The most intense moment is in the middle of the night, and if you haven't experienced it, you can definitely scare the pee.

I'm afraid that I will think that the whole city has become a battlefield full of gunsmoke, and I will worry that I will be hit by a stray bullet flying from nowhere.

But in fact, it is gun-free here, and it couldn't be safer.

The locals here, even the children, are happily taking the initiative to set off fireworks, and no one is afraid at all.

In Los Angeles' Chinatown, we've seen their fireworks before.

But it's nothing compared to here. It's just a pity that Chinatown's lively Chinatown Dragon Dance Parade is not available here.

On the contrary, these days of the Chinese New Year, the streets are deserted.

Except for fireworks, the Chinese only stay at home, and no one works.

In addition, the most incomprehensible thing is that I don't know why. The Chinese New Year is not the same day every year.

They have a unique way of counting the days, and it really baffles me.

Speaking of which, what is even more interesting is that, according to "Zhou", the Chinese will also use animals to record the year, which is about a cycle of 12 years, like this year in their mouth, which is the Year of the Pig.

For this, "Zhou" also abruptly asked my age.

His approach to questioning was not straightforward, but very subtle, asking me what I belonged to.

I was almost stopped by asking, and when I figured out that he was asking about my birthday, I had to be honest.

As a result, according to the animal chronology, "Zhou" told me that he belonged to "monkey".

No, it's no joke.

Honey, can you believe it? I never thought that I would be related to monkeys.

Of course, just as we are strangers and curious about the Chinese, they are also curious about us.

"Zhou's" wife, "Cheese", has several younger siblings and lives with them.

The little ones had so many questions, they knew a little English, and they were very interested in me.

When asked why I was so tall and why my nose was so big, they were amazed at why my hair wasn't yellow.

Of course, these questions are even more embarrassing, but they have no malice, just pure curiosity.

They also imagine America as interesting, they think that America is paradise, where everyone has money, cars and bungalows. Everyone drinks Coca-Cola and eats chocolate every day.

So when I told them that there were a lot of poor people in the United States, that they were very expensive, that they were in danger of being shot, and that there were all kinds of intrigues that drained a person's pocket, they were surprised.

Just like I couldn't believe it when I heard that I belonged to 'monkey'.

By the way, there is another important theme for the Chinese New Year, that is, eating and drinking.

Ever since I arrived at "Zhou's" house, my mouth has never stopped.

They were very welcoming and let me eat all kinds of interesting things.

For example, drinking tea, the tea here is different from the tea we like, no milk or sugar, but it has a strong floral fragrance.

They also use sunflower seeds as snacks, which taste really good, but unfortunately they all come with melon seed shells, and I can't eat a few for a long time.

But you can never imagine how fast the Chinese can eat melon seeds with their teeth, it is like a machine peeling melon seeds.

Even children can put melon seeds in their mouths and eat them without helping them and spit out their shells. The whole process takes no more than a second or two.

By the way, I used to complain to you that the food in Huaguo was unpalatable, but now I'm going to correct that.

Indeed, it is difficult to find even edible bread here, it is all sugary, and it is difficult to swallow at all.

But strangely, I unexpectedly enjoyed some local food.

The cooking skills of "cheese" are very good, and there is almost no MSG, and more soy sauce is used.

And the chicken, pork pieces, meatballs, diced meat, tofu, and pickled vegetables she made are all delicious, far surpassing the Chinese restaurants we have been to.

For this reason, I praised her for being comparable to a Michelin chef, but "Cheese" laughed and said that she did not do it well.

At first, I thought this was the habit of Chinese people to deny in the face of praise, and I still insisted on it repeatedly.

But this time it was obviously wrong, because "Zhou" also said that his wife's level was indeed ordinary, and every family was about the same.

The real chef in the restaurant is of a higher level, and he said that he would take me to try it after the Chinese New Year.

I really can't believe that if what he said is true, then don't everyone in China have the talent to be a chef?

Or maybe the Chinese restaurants in the United States are all Vietnamese and Filipino fakes, and the Chinese food we have eaten is fake.

Don't think I'm exaggerating, because you haven't tasted the real "dumplings", which are absolutely delicious, as if you will never get enough of them.

So I decided to learn this dish from "cheese" so that I can make it for you and your children when I return home.

Of course, not everything is good here, and there are at least three things I can't stand it.

The first is the 'devil's egg', which I have described as terrible, disgusting, the most horrible punishment in the world.

But "Zhou's" family actually eats that kind of thing themselves, and it seems that they really like it, which I really can't understand.

The second is that the enthusiasm of Chinese people to entertain guests can make people feel a lot of pressure.

"Zhou" and his family kept serving me food, but I didn't use my chopsticks well, and sometimes I could only use my hands, which made them laugh, but it seemed that I was clumsy.

And "Zhou" is very fierce when drinking, and he wants to get himself drunk, he keeps drinking, and he keeps persuading me to drink. I was only forced to drink.

Fortunately, I know that Chinese spirits are terrible, and I only want to drink some beer and wine. Otherwise, it will definitely be like "Zhou", and he will get drunk before midnight.

Last but not least, the toilets here are horrible!

You'll never believe how rudimentary and dirty the toilets used by ordinary people here are.

The toilet pit here is actually open, not to mention the flushing equipment, there is not even a cover. It seems that no one has ever cleaned it, and with that pungent smell, hell can't be more terrible than here

But in such a toilet, there were still people squatting in it and chatting, and paying attention to my every move with great interest.

So in the end...... I finally understand why some Chinese people choose to urinate in the corner.

Yes, it's a shame, but I did it.

I think that's probably the first problem for this country to solve.

Speaking of which, if my description of Hua Guo gives you mixed feelings, then I will finally upset that balance for you.

Because the Chinese people have the rarest quality, that is, loyalty and generosity to friends.

After spending the night at Zhou's house, they gave me many gifts the next day, far more than I brought them.

Usually the same way, when I eat out with "Zhou", he usually pays for it, unlike when I was in Los Angeles, I worked with some misers and always had to pay the coffee bill for them.

Just because they have higher qualifications in the family than me.

Also, the day before yesterday, I told "Zhou" about the newly proposed way to make money, and I thought he would agree to do it with me and hide it from the above.

But I didn't expect him to be very principled, saying that everything must be allowed by the boss and done according to the rules, and he immediately reported to the above.

The results above are even more surprising.

Not only did we agree to do it together, but we didn't ask for any profit. We just need to take responsibility for our own business.

Nothing like that can happen in Los Angeles.

I can't help but be moved. Chinese people like "Zhou" and the boss, they promise a lot of money, they will not repay me debts, and they will not knock me out.

They are even more trustworthy than our "friends" in the past.

In the end, in addition to telling you, I sent another $1,000 to my family.

I also enclosed two sets of brand new renminbi that the boss gave to our children, and there is a tradition of giving coins to children during the Chinese New Year.

Speaking of which, I really have to say that this boss of mine is a genius who even thought of selling these things as tourist goods. I think it's attractive, isn't it?

I think that because of all of the above, maybe Huaguo is really my luck.

Now that I've got permission, with the help of "Zhou", as long as you cooperate with us and be cautious, and don't let the money animals find out, our life will definitely get better and better.

Honey, please kiss our children for me and don't let them forget me.

Miss your Angelo."

The second group has been opened, group number: 608640021

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