But if Mr. Qiao said this, does it mean that he no longer regards himself as an outsider?

Chen Nian is unwilling to interpret the other party's words too much, but in some cases, you still have to think more.

"Then he deserves it." Chen Nian said while thinking in his mind.

This sentence is indeed said from the heart.

Others give you a chance to have a child, but you don’t cherish it, you thieves... just can’t control your own hands?

"Shopkeeper Qiao, I have another problem, that is, he doesn't have to worry about food and accommodation here. No matter what, it is always much better than mining. Why do you have to steal again?"

Qiao Heyong used chopsticks to pick up the meat pie into small pieces and put them aside.

In contrast to the original meat pie size.

"I gave him meat, but he didn't think it was enough and wanted this big piece." Qiao Heyong used chopsticks to point the small piece and the big piece, "You guys, don't be too greedy, and he took those things and spent them on the woman's belly in the end, so I just looked up at you again."

"You are a good kid, so you don't have to worry."

Since before, Chen Nian has decided to work hard here.

Learning arts is not something that can happen overnight.

"Shopkeeper Qiao, I do want to learn your crafts because I don't want to spend my life in a daze. Although I am just a guy, saying these may seem like I want everything, but I think it's hypocritical not to say that. I will let you see that I deserve to teach me crafts."

"As for women or something, I don't have that mind, and there is actually someone in my heart."

This is from the heart of the old age.

And this heartfelt statement made Mr. Qiao very appreciative.

Nodded, and even knew.

After talking for a while, Chen Nian finally turned his attention to the food, but the soup had become warm at this time.

But this is also the last soup in the pot.

I bought it almost at noon, and when they were eating staff meals, there were only saga left for about three or four nights.

Mr. Qiao drank some clear drinks.

Chen Nian killed off the soup and soup ingredients below.

So this bowl has chicken feet, chicken necks, and many other charcoals.

The old fire soup cooked in the morning was extremely rich and fragrant. The taste of medicinal materials, chicken, and seafood are perfectly combined.

He picked up the bowl directly and took a big sip along the edge of the bowl. Aged eyebrows couldn't help but jump.

"So fresh!"

First, the ingredients are stewed out through the heat, then various seasonings are added, and then the heat is stewed slowly.

The process is not complicated, but very particular.

As expected, such deliciousness comes at the cost of ventilation. Although generations of old Guangzhou people know that they can ventilate, they still cannot put this pot of nourishing and healthy old fire soup.

And those chicken feet, chicken necks, and other chicken feet, which Qiao and Yong look down on, like to eat.

The meat has been completely stewed, and it can be dropped with just a sip.

Too satisfied!

"By the way, Manager Qiao, I want to go out and shave my head in the afternoon." Chen Nian suddenly said.

"Shake your head? Go and record it in my account at that time." Qiao Heyong obviously didn't care much about these things.

But Chen Nian still felt it was necessary to say that some of them were removed: "Mr. Qiao, I want to kick them all, I don't want braids anymore."

"Why?" Qiao Heyong raised his head, squinted at Chen Nian, and asked meaningfully.

"Because Chen Nian is a Han Chinese, in the past, there was no need for this to Han Chinese. It was not until the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, but now we are overseas, I don't want to keep it anymore, and it is not convenient to do things with braids."

"Do you know that your body and hair are the parents?" Qiao Heyong's expression could not tell any emotion at this time.

Chen Nian didn’t know what the other party was thinking, but this thing was a matter of principle. If it didn’t work, Chen Nian would rather not learn it, even if the task failed, he would have to cut it.

"My parents in this world sold me here, and this kind of words had been broken as early as the Qing Dynasty shaved his head and left his braids." Chen Nian insisted.

But he can't say that this thing is a bad habit or a feudal dregs. After all, he still has to take into account Mr. Qiao's face.

Hearing this, Mr. Qiao suddenly laughed and waved his hand: "Go, don't be nervous, just shave your head, my son has shaved a long time ago."

"Carry the kitchen and the store and go there. When you go out in the afternoon, bring some money. After shaving your head, go to the next medicine shop to buy some ginseng, wolfberry, chicken bone grass, kudzu root, lotus leaves, and tycoon flowers. There are not many in the store anymore. Then you will tell them to the shopkeeper of the medicine shop and say I will use it for soup, and he knows how much I want."

......

San Francisco is located in California, western United States, and in this city with a population of only 700,000 to 800,000, there are more than 100,000 Chinese.

The location of Glory Hotel is just a bustling street in Chinatown.

Most of the signs on both sides are in Chinese, but some are mixed in English.

Most people on both sides of the street wear the same clothes as themselves, but occasionally you can see old-fashioned cars driving by.

The haircut place is a distance from Glory Hotel. Chen Nian walked while looking at the scenery on both sides.

Occasionally, some older girls who pass by are dressed more beautifully, but that is because they have family here and will not be sold as prostitutes.

But among the people coming and going on both sides, only children are the happiest.

They have not experienced the hardships of their ancestors, nor have they had to worry about their lives.

Their tender and smooth faces contrasted sharply with their fathers who were holding their faces with dark and ravines.

When he arrived at the barber shop, Chen Nian entered the door and said, "Come on a bald head!"

"Okay!" The boss didn't ask why, he was actually used to it here.

I picked up the razor and dipped it in water and grinded it on the whetstone beside me, and the cold light flashed.

Then he wiped it dry with a towel and started shave the old on the scalp.

Seeing that the boss was only in his thirties or forties, Chen Nian started talking to him.

"The boss is good at craftsmanship."

"Yes, we used to practice with melons."

Aged: “???”

He suddenly began to get nervous.

Because Chen Nian thought of the Wulongyuan that he saw when he was a child, the fat master used melon to practice shaving his head. Whenever someone called him, he would directly swipe the razor on the melon.

After getting used to it, when I really shave my head, I would just shook it on my head...

"Boss, please be more attentive. I don't have much hair behind me and I will finish shaving in a while. We can't be distracted."

"Hahaha, hahaha, don't worry, I have been cutting my hair in Chinatown for more than ten years, and everyone knows my skills in Ghost Hand Qiga. Gan has never seen blood for many years!"

As he said that, he accidentally sneezes.

His hands shook.
Chapter completed!