When I returned to SLO, it was already afternoon, and An Feng took the time to go to the DMV (Vehicle Management Bureau) to get a license plate. It's very simple, you can get a license plate with the invoice of the 4S store that sells the car and the vehicle registration certificate, and you don't need to detect the exhaust gas or look at the car. The only disadvantage is the speed of processing.

Overcrowding is a major feature of DMV, and I have heard it long before I came, and it is fast to queue for one or two hours, and normal for three or four hours. A bunch of Americans are waiting patiently, and the speed of civil servants is comparable to that of China, so it is no wonder that when it comes to DMV, Americans have a headache.

Fortunately, SLO is not like a big city like Los Angeles, and the speed is okay. California can choose personalized license plates, freely patchwork monograms, Snoopy and other cartoon patterns, and you can handle it by paying tens or hundreds of dollars, but you need to wait for production. An Feng took a common card and won quickly.

Then feast on a rare local Chinese restaurant. The taste of Chinese food is a little wrong, maybe it is to cater to the taste of Americans, and the Chinese food here is full of American style.

During the period, there were several application calls, but none of them were suitable, not to mention a few men called him, and women did have them, but when the other party spoke Cantonese and talked to An Feng, he realized that the information he posted was not clear enough, and he had to change it to Mandarin when he turned around.

So the next day, there was still no news in the morning, it stands to reason that 8,000 a month's salary is a proper middle class in the United States, isn't it high enough? Or are the conditions too harsh? An Feng was entangled, there were indeed teachers who could speak Mandarin yesterday with a pure accent, and the only thing that was wrong was gender.

Do you want to change it? An Feng decided to rather increase his salary than change it.

I haven't changed my treatment yet, and I have a phone call at noon, fortunately, this time I am finally a woman who can speak Mandarin. After a brief conversation, she decided to come over right away, because she lived very close, about fifteen minutes by car. An Feng waited for a cup of tea, and the doorbell rang.

He walked through the long cobblestone path of the front yard garden to the gate, only to see a Chevrolet Cruze parked by the door, and a blonde woman walked over, carrying a handbag, a long-sleeved plaid shirt, jeans, and wearing high heels.

"Hello, Mr. Ann?" The other party stretched out his hand, and his voice sounded better than on the phone.

"Hello!" An Feng shook hands with her gently, "I am An Feng." ”

She said generously, "My name is Joanna." Joanna Sercy Stanwell. Nice to meet you. ”

"Inside, please!" An Feng took her in.

After An Feng sat down, he said, "Miss Stanwell, I'm glad you were on time, but I have to ask you some questions to make it easier to study. ”

"Excuse me." Joanna said confidently.

An Feng asked himself questions about the preparation in advance, the most important thing was Chinese communication, as well as English translation. Joanna answered fluently, she spoke Chinese very well, but she didn't know how to read. But English is the Oxford accent of British television, which is very different from lazy American English.

"The last question, have you ever lived in China?" An Feng asked curiously.

Joanna nodded: "I've been to Hong Kong a few times, because of my mother, she has Chinese ancestry. At home, she taught me Chinese. ”

An Feng was clear, no wonder she said Chinese with a little Hong Kong accent, "The assessment is passed, the relevant contract documents, or you will deal with it, I am not familiar with these." ”

Joanna smiled and said, "No problem. ”

With the help of the machine brain, An Feng basically learned English over and over again, if it weren't for the lack of information in his mind, he wouldn't have bothered to ask for a teacher. But now it is good, the communication with Joanna is very smooth, the same young people, many topics, and she understands Chinese, so in the afternoon, An Feng understood the meaning of abbreviations such as "LOL", "OMG", etc., and also learned how to see the address of Americans from small to large.

The conversation was dry, An Feng wanted to find some mineral water but didn't have it, Joanna smiled and said, "It seems that your life as a rich man is not beautiful!" ”

An Feng shrugged: "I just moved here, and I heard that you Americans drink directly from the tap. ”

Joanna said solemnly: "To correct me, I am English, not American. Then, the tap water in the United States is well filtered, but I'm not used to drinking it like that. ”

She came over to look at An Feng's refrigerator, crying and laughing: "Oh, BOSS, what do you see me?" It's the first time I've seen such a clean refrigerator when I've grown so big! If you don't replenish your food, I'm afraid you won't have time to pay me this week's salary. ”

An Feng pouted, is it so exaggerated.

He set off in Joanna's car.

Living here, he found that many things have to be relearned, for example, when Joanna drives, the speed is on par with the surrounding cars, and there is no slowdown when passing the green light, she knows that the foundation of Anfeng is poor, so she explained while driving: "California driving is like this, both high speed and low speed, but more humane, for example, you just saw the speed limit 65 miles sign, don't worry, drive directly to 70 no problem, if you drive very slow, and the surrounding cars are kept around 75, be careful, the police are arresting you!" ”

(60 miles = 96.56 km, generally 100 km is easy to remember)

An Feng was puzzled: "What is it for?" The police don't catch speeding? ”

"You're driving too slow, and you're becoming a danger in a horde of fast trains, you know?" Joanna said.

"Oh." An Feng seems to understand whether he understands or not.

The car was parked in the parking lot of a supermarket chain, and Joanna took An Feng to visit the supermarket in the United States. A shopping cart is a must, and Americans usually buy a large one, regardless of whether they need it or not. The prices of some vegetables and fruits in the supermarket are similar to those in the first-tier cities in China, some are cheaper, and some are more expensive. It's just that people's salaries are in US dollars, while in China they are in RMB.

Walking to the meat area, all kinds of meat items are complete, what interests An Feng is that the price of beef is uneven, the United States as a big beef consumer, many families are inseparable from beef, the price of ordinary beef is about 5 US dollars a pound, but there are also some forty or fifty dollars a pound.

An Feng looked at Joanna: "Why is there such a big difference?" ”

Joanna picked up the most expensive beef vacuum: "This is premium beef." Beef in the U.S. is graded, with 3% of the beef in the first grade, which is only available in high-end restaurants, while the one in my hands is the second-grade, the best quality you can buy in the supermarket. Generally, families eat fourth-grade beef, intensively breed, feed corn flour containing hormones, and start centralized captivity to be slaughtered before it can be slaughtered, which only takes six months. ”

"Hormones?" An Feng is particularly sensitive to this word, even if this is in the United States, "I still choose the best one, at least eat at ease." ”

Joanna naturally had no opinion, when she saw An Feng sweep away dozens of pounds of special grade beef without hesitation, she thought of a popular saying on the Internet: Chinese are coming!

At the end of the shopping, the original trolley became two, full, it took five or six minutes just to scan the price, and the tax was calculated at the end. An Feng is a little unaccustomed to extra-price taxes, and domestic purchases include taxes and fees. Load up your stuff and head home.

With Joanna's help, she sorted the ingredients and stuffed them into the refrigerator, and in her busy time, she asked, "BOSS, what will you cook?" ”

An Feng looked at the kitchen and muttered in a low voice: "Is braised beef noodles counted?" ”

"What?" Joanna looked up at him.

"Nothing." An Feng scratched his head, naturally not to explain his instant noodle skills, "Joanna, what do you cook?" ”

Joanna looked at him for three seconds, then gave up and said, "OK, I'll make you dinner." ”

"Thank you so much." An Feng smiled and sat down in front of the small bar in the kitchen, opened himself a beer, and took a sip.

"British food?" Joanna asked without looking back.

"NO Dark Cuisine!" An Feng spoke in Chinese and English, and shook his head resolutely. British food, like the rigid Englishman, is definitely not delicious in his heart.

Joanna chuckled, "I'll make you a beef stew, American." ”

An Feng felt that he should not be idle, so he ran to the cellar to get a bottle of red wine back, and after waiting for forty minutes, Chef Joanna made a beef stew, poured the sauce, and put the two dishes on the table, An Feng opened the red wine and ate it in the crisp clinking glasses.

When he sat on the couch and didn't want to get up, he found that the tutor he had paid for was worth the money.