Chapter 489: A Bite of America

The meaning of Thanksgiving is to be grateful for some people and things that come your way in life.

Every year on this day, the whole country of the United States is bustling with theater performances, costume parades, sports competitions, and more.

Since 1941, the U.S. Congress officially designated the fourth Thursday of November as Thanksgiving Day, and the holiday is generally from Thursday to Sunday.

There is a lot of time, so there are many people who go home to reunite with their parents and friends.

In 1994, the price of air tickets was quite expensive, compared to the long time required by trains and buses, more people did not care about this money, even if they were poor, there was no need to be afraid, and there were credit cards.

Today, San Francisco International Airport staff in San Mateo County maintain order as usual.

The priority of private jets over commercial aircraft is the default rule at major airports.

Airports are also publicly traded, so it is natural that they will provide better services to the wealthy class.

Champagne gold private jet, currently there is only one in the United States, has been to San Francisco International Airport several times, the ground staff know who it belongs to, and quickly prepare a tractor for it, the plane is not in reverse gear, and it is more convenient to be pulled by a tractor.

The airport duty manager came to greet him personally, and several members of the Han family, no matter who they knew, were the ones they could brag about to their friends in the future.

But when I found a few black and white things coming down from the elevator, I couldn't help but think, "What the hell is this?"

Through the glass of the departure hall, the eyes of tourists were instantly attracted by these two guys, and then take a closer look, the flight attendant is still holding a small one in her arms!

"Pandas! It's pandas! Three of them!!" came a heart-rending scream!

"I actually saw it alive! Daughter, look! Panda!"

"Where did you come from? Snow Mountain Investment Company?"

"It must have been given to them by Huaxia! I know that Han Xuan likes animals, and they are all Chinese!"

There are only six pandas in the United States today, located in three zoos, most of them have not seen them, and excitement is inevitable!

In an instant, the waiting hall was crowded, and some passengers who got off the plane even forgot to walk!

Americans have a long history of loving pandas.

At the beginning of this century, the news of the first panda smuggled into the United States was published in newspapers.

Thousands of people dragged their families to the port to greet them, just to see the panda, even the most famous star in the world, can not compare with the attraction of the panda!

One of the middle-aged women, excitedly carrying her skirt and running towards the pandas, was stunned by the security guards next to several pandas, finally reacted and reached out to stop her.

The woman immediately went up and gave the security guard a head shot!

Seeing that he was about to touch the adult panda Barry XIX, who was as witty as a panda, he immediately ran away......

With a frightened look, he turned back from afar and looked at the creature that was crying and making trouble after being pulled by someone with panda eyes.

The family took a shower in Washington last night and was warmly greeted by President Clinton's daughter.

The disease inspector also helped to make a spa, which was actually to hold them and ravage them, which was similar to a massage.

At this time, they are all white and black, and their appearance is cute.

In a helicopter parked not far away, Gabriel was watching the scene.

He came to pick up the pandas back, but he was not in a hurry, and when a few flashing lights came on and the zoo free advertising was behind, he opened the door and jumped out of the helicopter and held the little Barry in his arms.

The female panda naturally followed, and after calling the lazy Barry XIX, she flew south despite the shouts of the passengers patting the glass.

……

It was more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

A crack broke through the dark clouds, and yellow light shone through it and spread on the surface of the sea.

In the kitchen of the villa.

Han Xuan was seriously watching a German chef's chopping action, and unconsciously found that cooking is actually a very interesting thing.

Western food, in particular, can be felt with a sense of sophistication and artistry, mixed in the kitchen.

The selection of the best Snow Mountain Ranch brand turkey, rich in oil, delicate meat, delicate knife work, and wild when brushing oil on the turkey buttocks, all made Pooh drool.

Then I went out to see the ginseng black chicken soup cooked by the Chinese chef in the yard, which had been simmering for more than two hours.

There is no range hood in the kitchen of the villa, so the kitchen can only be temporarily built outside.

A young chef in his twenties named Wu Tao saw Han Xuan staring at the big crockpot and swallowing saliva, smiled and scooped out a small bowl and gave him a taste.

Only two slices of ginseng are put to enhance the flavor, and they are soaked in hot water beforehand, so even if the child drinks it, it will be fine.

Han Xuan blew the hot air, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Eleven years in the United States seem short compared to the rise and fall of a city.

But for Han Xuan, it is enough to brew a strong nostalgia.

It's the taste of salt, the smell of mountains, the smell of wind, the taste of sunshine.

It is also the taste of time, the taste of human affection.

These flavors have been mixed with emotions and beliefs such as homeland, folks, nostalgia, diligence and thrift, perseverance, etc.

Only then did he go down to the tip of his tongue, and then to his heart, so that he could hardly tell which one was the taste and which one was the feeling

Well, without making up the word count, it's actually a bowl of chicken soup.

For Chinese Americans, Chinese food can be eaten anywhere, there is no difference, and the nostalgia for the homeland is real.

Han Xuan smacked his lips and said in Chinese: "Light, my family's taste is quite heavy, leave some soup for me, and make rice tomorrow morning." ”

The Chinese chef named Wu Tao nodded, "Americans, I don't like too much salt, so I'll cook it separately." ”

"I heard your accent is Yanjing?

Will you do donkey rolling?"

"Of course, I was in Dongfanghong Culinary Chef School, and the first dish I learned was donkey rolling, but there was no glutinous rice.

You cat has stolen my food again!

…… It can hear that I'm scolding it, glaring at me, right? This part of America is evil.

I heard that your grandfather is coming later? Isn't that going to eat my cooking?

You may not know that he is in our Chinese circle, but he is a real master, I didn't expect me to have this day!"

Han Xuan is the only one here, and this chef is quite open.

Han Xuan asked him, "How long have you been in the United States?"

"It's been almost a year, and when my Sixth Uncle Hotel didn't close, it was in Los Angeles.

The shabby place in Chinatown is not as good as my alley, if it weren't for the high salary, who would want to come, don't you say?

Your grandfather just helped us get the sewers and renovated my sixth uncle's old house, and I have to go to San Francisco to work again.

It took a lot of effort to apply for skilled immigration with a chef certificate.

I heard that when I brought it back to Huaxia, a knife here can be used as ten yuan, but I don't know if it's true.

Learning to cook is my sixth uncle's fool, and he also fooled when he came to the United States, if a knife can really be ten yuan, then I will also become a 10,000 yuan household?!"

"You don't speak English?"

"Not really.

When I entered the customs on the steamer, I was almost detained, but fortunately I studied for a few days.

When people asked the crooked drop nine control female rabbit Ma Riken, he replied, Buke, rabbit belly, Cook.

The others said Rhett, or nodded ......"

Han Xuan saw his serious look, and then listened to his words, he held back his smile and held back his stomach, and secretly wiped away his tears: "You have been here for so long, and you haven't learned?"

"Who said that I didn't learn, and my co-workers didn't know English, but there was one sentence that was particularly proficient, and I thought about it, what is it called......

Oh!

How.much.one.night!”

When Han Xuan heard this sentence of quite authentic American English, he choked on a mouthful of chicken soup and squirted it out of his nose!

It's just laughing crazy!

"What do you mean? I asked them and didn't say. ”

"Don't ask, anyway, they have won glory for the country......" (To be continued.) )