"This is not a city, everything is very simple, and our country has just begun to develop its economy and is changing."

Zhang Yanming took two foreigners to the vegetable market and chatted while walking.

"I know, planned economy, I have learned history in this area, it comes from the Soviet Union."

Angelina is also a good kid who is easy to learn.

"Where did Lan go? Don't you live together?"

"She went back to her mother's house, uh, to her mother's house, and to visit her daughter. She was divorced and had a lovely daughter."

"Oh, Angel. I also have one in my family, my sister, six years old."

"Zhang, where is your home? Should we visit your parents?"

"I'll take you there tomorrow. I forgot to tell you that I also have a daughter, three years old."

"Oh. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. Little Angel must be very cute. I want to give her a gift. What does she like?"

"Uh." Zhang Yanming was a little troubled. He had never seen it himself. It was just that after the memory and reality merged, he knew where his home was.

"Apologize, I don't know what she likes. I'm not a good father. But, it will be true in the future. I promise."

The vegetable market is here.

Zhang Yanming bought some beef and chicken, and thought about it and asked the two people: "Can you eat spicy food? Sweet? Sour? Salty? What flavor do you like?"

"Spicy?" Smith shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, no, no, no, I refuse, Zhang. I will definitely not eat spicy food, any food."

Angelina laughed: "Zhang, he was drunk by his classmates and almost went to see a doctor. He didn't dare to go to the bathroom for a week and had to spread his legs when walking."

Zhang Yanming also laughed...boko                                                                                                                           

"Are you a chef? Oh Mai Ge, I actually have a chef friend, who is a Chinese." Angelina's eyes lit up.

For Chinese traditions, foreigners respect for craftsmen (people who master certain technology) is obvious. No matter which industry you are in, as long as you can use technology to impress others, you will have enough social status.

Unlike when we hear that the chef frowned first, unless you are particularly famous (rich) or powerful (administrative title).

So no matter what position you are engaged in abroad, you won’t feel inferior. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. It’s really fast to update here. Working for others can still make a name for themselves, but it’s not possible here.

There is no such thing as a fascination, it is just a fact. We lack respect for technology and profession.

"I am still a baker. Do you want to eat the bread I baked with myself?" Zhang Yanming raised an eyebrow at Angelina.

"Yes, I need this, okay?" Just like we are not used to eating bread every day, they are not used to eating rice noodles every day.

The key is that in 1996, cake shops and bakery shops have not been popular in China, and there are even fewer bakeries, so I don’t know where to go if I buy them.

It was not later that you could find several bakeries on the street corner, and you could enjoy huge profits proudly. The low cost of baked goods will make it hard for you to believe.

"Didn't we buy some things in Ruhr? It's not here yet, I'll have to wait." Zhang Yanming explained: "Basting cakes here is not a must, so additives and tools are a bit troublesome."...

"Yes, you won't be able to eat big rice when you go to my hometown." Smith said, looking around the vegetable market.

The people in the market were also curious about the two foreigners. Everyone was peeking, talking in a low voice, and laughing inexplicably from time to time.

In Zhang Yanming's memory, there are many foreigners living here, but they are all in Miaoergou, which is quite rare in Nanshan.

After buying the food, Smith also took some photos, and the three of them returned to the house with laughter.

Zhou Xinbing, Li Shuxin and Xiaojie and Lao Cui are playing poker, and I don’t know how they got together to play together.

Mrs. Mou stood aside with her arms held back and watched the fun, and pointed at Zhou Xinbing from time to time.

As soon as the three of them came in, Mrs. Mou turned her head and looked over: "There are really foreigners. Don't say that, foreign women look different from us. How do they look like? You say."

"Niha." Angelina nodded and smiled at Sister Mou. Although she still couldn't understand it very much. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. But she is already very sensitive to foreigners and foreign words, and knows that she is talking about her.

"You are so good. You look so beautiful." Mrs. Mou was stunned for a moment and blushed, and she replied.

Zhang Yanming said to Angelina: "She is praising you for being beautiful."

"Write, Nie is also piaoliang."

"Oh my God, Erming, can she say what we say?"

"I understand a little bit. But they are really quick to speak. It's probably about the same as us in half a year. I'm going to teach them to be Northeast accents, which is more exciting."

Several people smiled unscrupulously, and it would be interesting to think of the authentic Northeast dialect of two foreigners.

Zhang Yanming put on an apron and started cooking. Angelina volunteered to help and prepared a dish for everyone to taste.

"How do you live?"

Mrs. Mou leaned against the kitchen door and asked Zhang Yanming.

"Let them sleep here...boko                                                           

"What did they come here for?"

"Fun, college graduation trip. Now I'm with me."

"Oh my God, Erming, you are so good. I didn't see that you still have this ability."

"Basic operations, you will find that I am actually better than you think."

"It's quite a bit bad. You can do it slowly. I'll go back to make food, and the child is coming back." Mrs. Mou smiled and waved her hand and left.

"Zhang Yanming is a little fluttering, now." Li Shuxin tilted her head and looked at Zhang Yanming and said to Zhou Xinbing.

"You go and treat him." Zhou Xinbing waved her hand, and she was a little confused about the cards in her hand because she didn't want to play with her. She usually played too little.

"Everything is here." High heels rang out crisply in the room. Ning Xinan remembered to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. A tall woman walked in.

Like Zhou Xinbing, he has a ponytail, looking refreshing and charming. It's tempting.

"so                                                              �

Zhang Yanming didn't understand this sentence very much. He turned his head and looked out of the kitchen. He had never seen this woman before, but he knew that this was Zhou Xinbing's eldest sister. He just knew.

"Sister." He called out.

"Yes." The eldest sister smiled and nodded.

"so                                                                                                                              �

"so                                                                                                                              �

Smith tilted his head and compared his hand: "Surprising, surprising, uh, amazing, probably that's what it means. God, she's really so charming."
Chapter completed!