Return To 1977 Chapter 806: Information
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Foreigners who are also in a foreign country and in the Republic are treated differently.
They are far better than our fellow countrymen who are alone.
This is not only determined by unequal economic levels, but also by our country’s political attributes and foreign policy.
More importantly, it is because our nation naturally possesses such fine qualities as tolerance, generosity, hospitality, and kindness.
If you need any examples to prove the above, well, just look at the letter home Angelo wrote to his wife Catalina on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year to get a better understanding.
Because in addition to the sweet words to my wife, my longing for my family, and my concern for the lives of my children in the first half of the letter.
In the second half of the letter, Angelo also spent a lot of space describing how he spent New Year's Eve in 1983 in the capital.
Some of the insights and experiences are vivid and interesting, which can completely reassure her wife and make her smile.
The specific content is as follows:
"My baby, dear Kaka (Kadelina's nickname), because I told you last time that I was admitted to the hospital on Christmas Eve, and you were very worried about my situation in your reply, so now I will put all your worries to rest.
Because of my experiences these past few days, I am absolutely convinced that what happened last time was just an accident.
Why am I so sure?
That’s because my boss very kindly and sincerely invited me to his home to celebrate the Chinese New Year, the most solemn traditional festival of the year, on February 12th.
Did you know? It is said that on this day called "Chinese New Year", Chinese people only stay with their closest relatives and stay up until dawn.
So the fact that I can 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, one more thing, my boss’s nickname actually means ‘wife’ when translated.
But you can rest assured that although this nickname is more feminine, his sexual orientation is actually normal, and he is already married to a wife.
His wife's nickname is much nicer than his: "Cheese."
Of course, I cannot call my boss by his nickname, so I can only call him by his real last name. The "Zhou" written below is him.
All in all, this Chinese festival is quite special and interesting. There are many things we cannot understand if we describe it.
For example, starting from the night of this day, for some reason, almost everyone in the city continued to set off fireworks.
The sound of their fireworks was very intense, almost like the sound of gunshots, but they were lacking in variety and not very pretty.
The most intense moment is at midnight. People who have never experienced it will definitely be scared to death.
I am afraid that I will think that the whole city has become a battlefield full of smoke, and I will worry that I will be hit by stray bullets flying from nowhere.
But guns are actually prohibited here, so it couldn’t be safer.
The locals here, even the children, are happily arrogant and no one is afraid at all.
We have seen their fireworks in Chinatown in Los Angeles.
But there is nothing compared to here. It's a pity that the lively Chinatown Dragon Dance Parade in Chinatown is not available here.
On the contrary, during these days of Chinese New Year, the streets are deserted.
In addition to setting off fireworks, the Chinese just stayed at home and no one worked.
In addition, the most incomprehensible thing is that I don’t know why. The Chinese 'New Year' does not happen on the same day every year.
They have a unique way of counting days that really baffles me.
Speaking of this, what is even more interesting is that, according to "Zhou", the Chinese also use animals to mark the year, which is about a twelve-year cycle. This year, in their mouths, is the Year of the Pig.
For this reason, "Zhou" unexpectedly asked me my age.
His method of asking questions was by no means straightforward and rude, but very subtle, asking me what I belonged to.
I was stunned by the question. When I figured out that he was asking about my birthday, I had no choice but to tell the truth.
According to the animal chronology, "Zhou" told me that I was born in the year of "Monkey".
No, this is no joke.
Dear, do you believe it? I never thought that I would be related to monkeys.
Of course, just as we are strangers and curious to the Chinese, they are also the same to us.
"Zhou"'s wife "Cheese" has several younger siblings and lives with them.
The little guys had too many questions. They knew a little English and were very interested in me.
They asked me why I was so tall and why my nose was so big. They were even surprised that my hair was not yellow.
Of course, these questions are even more embarrassing, but they are not malicious, they are just pure curiosity.
They also have a very interesting image of America. They think America is a paradise where everyone has money, cars and houses. Everyone drinks Coca-Cola and eats chocolate every day.
So when I tell them that there are a lot of poor people in the United States, that things are very expensive, that there are dangers of being shot at, and that there are all kinds of conspiracies that can empty a person's pocket, they are very surprised.
Just like me, I couldn’t believe it when I heard that I was a ‘monkey’.
By the way, there is another important theme during the Chinese New Year, and that is eating and drinking.
I haven’t stopped talking since I arrived at “Zhou”’s house.
They were very enthusiastic about letting me eat all kinds of interesting things.
For example, drinking tea. The tea here is different from the tea we like. There is no milk or sugar, but it has a strong floral aroma.
They also use sunflower seeds as snacks. They taste really good, but unfortunately they are all in shells. I couldn’t eat a few of them for a long time.
But you would never imagine how fast the Chinese eat melon seeds with their teeth. It is like a machine for peeling melon seeds.
Even children can put melon seeds in their mouths, eat them without the help of their hands, and spit out the shells. The whole process takes no more than a second or two.
By the way, I once complained to you that Chinese food tastes terrible, but now I want to correct that statement.
Indeed, it is difficult to find even edible bread here. They are all sugary and difficult to swallow.
But strangely, I unexpectedly fell in love with some local food.
"Cheese"'s cooking skills are very good, almost no MSG is used, and more soy sauce is used.
And the chicken, pork cubes, meatballs, diced meat, tofu, and pickles she made were all delicious, far better than the Chinese restaurants we have been to.
For this reason, I praised her for being comparable to a Michelin chef, but "Cheese" smiled and said that she was not good at it.
At first, I thought this was the Chinese people’s habit of denying praise, and I still insisted on it.
But this time it was obviously wrong, because "Zhou" also said that his wife's level was indeed average, and that it was the same in every household.
The real chef in the restaurant is of a higher standard and said he would take me to try it after the Chinese New Year.
I really can’t believe it. If what he said is true, then doesn’t everyone in China have the talent to be a chef?
Or maybe the Chinese restaurants in the United States are all fake Vietnamese and Filipinos, and the Chinese food we have eaten is all fake.
Don’t think I’m exaggerating, because you’ve never tasted real “dumplings”. It’s definitely a delicacy that you can’t get enough of.
So I decided to learn this dish from "Cheese" so that I can cook it for you and your children when I return to China.
Of course not everything is good here, there are at least three things I can't stand.
The first is the 'devil's egg'. I have described how terrifying and disgusting that thing is. It is simply the most terrifying punishment in the world.
But "Zhou"'s family actually eats that kind of food themselves, and seems to really like it. I really can't understand this.
The second is that the enthusiasm of Chinese people to entertain guests can put a lot of pressure on people.
"Zhou" and his family kept picking up food for me, but I couldn't use chopsticks well. Sometimes I had to use my hands. Although it made them laugh, it made me look clumsy.
Also, "Zhou" is very aggressive when it comes to drinking. He keeps drinking as if he wants to get himself drunk, and he keeps trying to persuade me to drink. I was forced to drink.
Fortunately, I know how terrible Chinese liquor is, so I only drink beer and wine. Otherwise, you will definitely be like "Zhou", getting drunk before midnight.
The last point is that the toilets here are terrible!
You will never believe how crude 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 no cover. It seems that no one has ever cleaned it. With that pungent smell, **** will not be more terrifying than here.
But in this toilet, there were actually people squatting in it, chatting, and watching my every move with great interest.
So finally...I finally understand why some Chinese people choose to urinate in the corner.
Yes, even though it was embarrassing, I did it anyway.
I think this is probably the first problem this country should solve.
Having said that, if my description of China brings you mixed feelings, good and bad, then I will finally break the balance for you.
Because the Chinese people have the most rare quality, which 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 what I brought them.
This is also the case on a regular basis. When "Zhou" and I eat out, he usually pays for it, unlike when I worked with some cheapskates in Los Angeles and always had to pay their coffee bills.
Just because they have higher qualifications in the family than me.
Also, the day before yesterday, I told "Zhou" about my new way to make money. I thought he would agree to work with me and hide it from the superiors.
I didn’t expect that he was very principled. He said everything must be approved by the boss and handled according to the rules, so he immediately reported it to his superiors.
The feedback above turned out to be even more surprising.
Not only did we agree to work together, but we didn't ask for any profit sharing. We just need to take responsibility for our own affairs.
Such a thing would never happen in Los Angeles.
I couldn't help but be moved by this. Chinese people like "Zhou" and the boss, they promise nothing, they won't default on my debt, and they won't beat me to my bones.
They are even more trustworthy than our past "friends."
Finally, in addition to telling you, I sent another thousand US dollars to my family.
I also enclose two new sets of RMB, which were given by the boss to our children. There is a tradition in China of giving coins to children during the Chinese New Year.
Having said this, I really have to say that my boss is a genius for actually thinking of selling these things as tourist products. I think it's very attractive, isn't it?
I think, because of all the above, maybe China is really my lucky place.
Now that I have permission, and with the help of "Zhou", as long as you cooperate with us to be more cautious and don't let the money animals find out, our life will definitely get better and better.
My dear, please kiss our children for me and don't let them forget me.
Miss you Angelo"