The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. An Feng lazily lay on the edge of the swimming pool, looking at the lush vineyards, and occasionally drinking a sip of cold beer.

"It's great!" An Feng looked up at the sky, "I can't do anything to exchange this kind of life!"

The phone on the shore rang for a long time before An Feng swam lazily to the edge of the pool, stretched out his hand to touch the cell phone on the recliner. When he got it, the phone had stopped. He glanced at the number, leaned against the pool, and redialed it: "Hi, Jenny! I was just about to answer your phone, is it okay today?"

Jenny said: "It's not bad. I'm thinking about what clothes to prepare to attend the press conference, where are you?"

"Stop! Don't come down!"

An Feng pushed Pipi and Dandan, who wanted to jump off the shore and frolicked away, pointed at them, and said that it was wrong to do so.

The two little guys wag their tails pitifully and looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Jenny heard what An Feng said.

An Feng took his phone back to his ear: "Sorry, I'm in the swimming pool, two little guys want to jump down. Sit down for me! Haha, they are two very naughty hunting dogs."

"How big are they? Are they very cute? I envy you so much!" said Jenny.

An Feng smiled and said, "It's almost six months. If you want to come here, I'm very welcome."

"Okay, but not now. I want to find someone to accompany me, but Cathy has something to do today, so I can only see if other friends are free."

"I also think it's quite boring. Why don't we join us?" An Feng suggested.

"Okay, where are you?" Jenny said happily.

"I'm at SLO, a little far from you, so I'd better go over, what do you think? I just happened to want to find someone familiar with the environment to visit Los Angeles."

Jenny reported an address and said, "Waiting for you."

An Feng climbed ashore, wiped his wet body with a towel, took the two naughty ghosts back into the house, and flipped through the clothes in the cabinet. Except for the two suits, most of them were shirts and jeans. He didn't choose clothes like women. He usually just likes to choose one. As a result, he just got a bunch of them when he traveled back and forth a few times, and there weren't even a label in the wardrobe. He didn't choose much, so he looked in the mirror and changed it.

Move the car out of the garage and head towards Los Angeles.

Follow the GPS navigation prompts to come to an apartment building. Houses that are as tall as six or seven floors like in China may only be seen in the city, which is rare. High-rise buildings in the United States are usually office buildings, with crowded people during the day, and at night they will become deserted after get off work.

Stopped by the road and called Jenny, and soon she walked down. She was wearing a light blue shirt, light gray jeans, and a pair of flat boots. She was dressed simply, but she matched the colors very well. She stood in front of An Feng, and was a girl next door.

"You are so beautiful!" An Feng praised.

"Thank you." Jenny smiled, although what the man said was largely a kind of politeness.

An Feng opened the car door for her very gentlemanly, asked her to sit in, then got in, started the car, and his face slightly faced towards her: "Where to start?"

Jenny asked, “Where have you been?”

"I haven't looked at it carefully, but I drove by several times. I took a rough look and hurried."

Jenny heard this and nodded slightly: "Then there are so many places you can go to, Universal Studios and Hollywood Avenue are enough for us to visit for a day."

"Universal Studios? I've heard of it for a long time."

"But it's afternoon now, and it's usually enough to have a day of shopping. Of course, if you just want to take a simple look, there's no problem," said Jenny.

An Feng stopped in front of an intersection and waited for the pedestrian to pass by, saying, "Actually, I just wanted to find someone to talk to, and staying is too boring."

"And you found me?" Jenny asked.

An Feng glanced at her and nodded, "Yes, I think you are a lively, relaxing and happy girl. I thought of you at the first time."

"I really like to hear what you said, and I feel very charming." Jenny said with a smile.

Due to lack of time, they did not go to Universal Studios. The chattering Jenny took him to walk around the lively places in Los Angeles, wandering around Sunset Avenue, Rodeo Avenue and other places, with countless fashionable clothing stores, delicious restaurants, restaurants and cafes.

I heard from Jenny that the probability of "striking stars" here is very high, and no one can guarantee that a big brand will come to shop on a whim, so there are many people. The goods in the shops along the street represent the trends and fashion trends in the United States. After walking around the street, I gained a lot, but Jenny still did not get the dress she liked.

An Feng carefully discovered that Jenny's choices were very wide, and it was not limited to a certain brand store. Sometimes some inconspicuous small products could make her love. He kept following her, watching Jenny floating happily like a butterfly lost in the flowers.

Following her, she walked and walked into a crowded street, and when big light red five-pointed stars appeared on the local area, An Feng realized that this was the famous Hollywood Walk of Fame. The five-pointed stars on the sidewalk were written with the artist's name. He looked for a few of them, but unfortunately they didn't recognize them.

Looking around, pedestrians come and go on the street, and there are also tourists who bow their heads and count the stars, bored to find the celebrities they like. But this narrow "walk" is a bit unworthy of its name, with a narrow lane and a building next to the street, which makes the sidewalks become crowded.

After leaving a few photos, An Feng was attracted by the guys dressed as various film and television characters on the way. They took the initiative to greet passers-by to take a photo, but they had to pay a few dollars to get a tip after the photo. An Feng had a lot of five dollar bills in his pocket, and he found someone to take a photo.

This also made some actors around come over to take advantage of An Feng. Jenny took a camera to take a picture of him and Captain Jack. Suddenly, a Spider-Man's tilted head stretched over and left it in the picture. An Feng gave two tips with laughter and cry.

However, not many people like to take photos, that is, tourists or foreigners like Anfeng are interested. Other local people pass by each other and ignore it. In such a stuffy weather, I don’t know how much money I can make in heavy props and clothing, but there are quite a lot of actors on the road.

After walking until after six o'clock in the afternoon, both of them were hungry. An Feng didn't want to eat American fast food, so he said, "Will we go to a nearby French restaurant, or Italy?"

Unexpectedly, Jenny shook her head: "I want to try Chinese food, it's authentic, because my friend said that Chinese food in Los Angeles is all about catering to Western flavors."

"Do you want to have Chinese food? Then it's Chinatown, but I haven't been to it before. I don't guarantee it is authentic or not. I pray that they will let the chefs put real ingredients when they see my face."

"I will definitely do it. Teach me a Chinese sentence so that the boss can know that we have a trump card," said Jenny.

An Feng casually taught her a few words of greeting Chinese, but she didn't learn very well. Fortunately, Jenny didn't persist, so she was very happy to master one or two. He chose the nearest Chinatown in the car navigation. Not long after he drove out, An Feng encountered the first traffic jam when he came to the United States.

"Oh! There was a traffic jam!" An Feng looked around strangely. The driver's quality was generally good... at least he didn't let the speakers connect.

"It's normal at this time, this place is the most congested in the United States." Jenny said without a surprise at all. "There was a statistic before that, the population of Greater Los Angeles is more than 10 million, and the cars are more than 10 million. Once it starts, it's a completely swaying car. Those who drive convertibles will suffer!"

"But I think the weather here is still very suitable for going out?" An Feng closed the carport and looked up at the blue sky. The exhaust gas was indeed thicker than that in the room, but even with such a huge number of cars, there was still no need to wear a mask to go out. The root cause of this treatment is not just in cars.

Jenny said: "The air is still barely enough. LA has had several serious photochemical smoke incidents, mainly due to the emission of automobile exhaust. Later, the state government increased its management efforts and worked hard on automobiles, gasoline, etc. It has disappeared in recent years, but the air cannot be compared with the suburbs."

An Feng was injured by an arrow. He decided not to discuss this with the United States. It is incomparable. The cars in the domestic metropolis are not half as good as those here. The Bricks are shouting that the reason for the bad air is all over the car. Maybe they should have led them here to escape and talk more carefully after they go back.

After blocking a short distance, I came to Chinatown smoothly. An Feng saw a store sign saying in Chinese: Hotpot Malatang, authentic Yunnan cross-bridge rice noodles.

After eating lettuce for a long time, An Feng almost felt the urge to cry when he saw these familiar food terms. In terms of the rich variety of food, it is still the first place for our Chinese nation.

I found an empty parking space and walked into the restaurant with Jenny.

As soon as he sat down, an Asian waiter came immediately. He glanced at An Feng and handed him the menu.

"Jenny, what do you like to eat?" An Feng asked while looking at the menu.

"I don't know, I want to eat something that is not greasy," said Jenny.

Can Chinese food be still not greasy? An Feng flipped through the menu, ordered two cross-bridge rice noodles, and casually asked the waiter: "Do you come from China?"

"Yes." said the waiter, with a Cantonese accent.

An Feng nodded: "Oh, tell the master to come and do not mess with the things that deceive foreigners for us. And this lady's place less oil."

"As a question, brother, there are often Chinese people who ask for it." The waiter smiled and left with the menu.

After the waiter left, he saw Jenny looking at a corner of the restaurant. An Feng turned his head curiously and saw four old foreigners around a table. Several white men were sweating on their foreheads and breathing in their mouths, and were having fun eating hot pot. An Feng felt that the world view had been subverted. Foreigners were really awesome and they ate hot pot in summer.

"Do you want to try?" An Feng asked her.

"No, no, no." Jenny kept shook her head, "Many people's chopsticks were put into the pot together, not clean."

An Feng fainted, but you also ate lettuce salad, so you haven't seen anyone washing your hands before eating.

After relocating the problem of whether the hot pot is clean, An Feng taught her how to use chopsticks, but until the rice noodles were served, Yangma still didn't learn it.

"Wow, it turns out to be a pasta with water!" Jenny looked at the rice noodles in the casserole with a "sudden enlightenment".
Chapter completed!