It was already afternoon when I returned to SLO. An Feng took the time to go to the DMV (Car Administration) to get a license plate. It was very simple. You can get a license plate with the invoice and vehicle registration certificate of the 4S store that sells the car. There is no need to test the exhaust gas or look at the car. The only disadvantage is the processing speed.

Crowding is a major feature of DMV. I heard it before I came. It is fast to queue for one or two hours, but three or four hours are normal. A group of Americans are waiting patiently. The speed of civil servants is comparable to that of domestic services. No wonder Americans will have a headache when they talk about DMV.

Fortunately, SLO is not like a big city like Los Angeles, and the speed is OK. California can choose from personalized license plates, freely pieced together letter combinations, and cartoon patterns such as Snoopy. It can be processed after delivery of dozens or hundreds of dollars, but it needs to be made. An Feng is getting a normal card, which is fast.

Then I had a meal at a rare local Chinese restaurant. The taste of the Chinese food was a little wrong. Maybe it was to take care of the American taste. The Chinese food here was full of American style.

There were several job applications during this period, but none of them were suitable. Not to mention that a few men called him, but there were women. However, when the other party spoke Cantonese and talked to An Feng, he realized that the information he posted was not clear enough, so he had to change it to Mandarin.

As the next day, there was still no news in the morning. Logically speaking, the salary of 8,000 per month is a middle-class person in the United States. Isn’t it high enough? Or is the conditions too harsh? An Feng was confused. There were indeed teachers who could speak Mandarin yesterday, with a pure accent, and the only thing that was wrong was the gender.

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

The treatment has not changed yet, and I had a phone call at noon. Fortunately, this time I finally became a woman who speaks Mandarin. After a few simple conversations, she decided to come over immediately because she lived very close, only about fifteen minutes' drive away. An Feng waited for a cup of tea, and the doorbell rang.

He walked through the long cobblestone path in the front yard garden and came to the front door. He saw a Chevrolet Cruze parked by the door and walked over to a blond woman, tall, with a handbag, long-sleeved plaid shirt, jeans, and high heels, approaching An Feng.

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

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

She said generously: "My name is Joanna Joanna Sercy Steinville. I'm glad to know you."

"Please please inside!" An Feng took her in.

After sitting down, An Feng said, "Miss Stanville, I'm glad you're on time, but for the sake of learning, I have to ask you some questions."

"Please ask." Joanna said confidently.

An Feng asked her questions prepared in advance, the most important thing was Chinese communication and English translation. Joanna answered fluently. She spoke very well in Chinese, but she was not very good at reading. But English is the Oxford accent of British TV stations, which is very different from lazy American English.

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

Joanna nodded: "I have been to Hong Kong several times. Because of my mother, she has Chinese origins. At home, she taught me Chinese."

An Feng knew it, no wonder she spoke Chinese with some Hong Kong accent. "You should handle the relevant contract documents after passing the assessment. I am not familiar with these."

Joanna smiled and said, "No problem."

With the help of a machine brain, An Feng basically learned English once. If he didn't have this information in his mind, he wouldn't bother to ask for a teacher. But now, the communication with Joanna went smoothly. He was both a young man, and she had many topics, and she also understood Chinese. So in the afternoon, An Feng understood the meaning of abbreviations such as "LOL" and "OMG", and also learned how to see the addresses of Americans from small to large.

The chat was so dry that An Feng wanted to find some mineral water but didn't even have it. Joanna smiled and said, "It seems that your rich man's life is not a glorious one!"

An Feng shrugged: "I just moved here, and I heard that you Americans drink water directly at the faucet."

Joanna said seriously: "Correction is that I am an English, not an American. Then, the American tap water is filtered well, but I am not used to drinking it like this."

She came over and looked at An Feng's refrigerator, laughing and crying: "Oh, BOSS, what did I see? This is the first time I have seen such a clean refrigerator! If you don't go to replenish your food, you're probably not going to give me a salary this week."

An Feng curled his lips, is it so exaggerated?

He set out in Joanna's car.

Living here, he found that many things need to be learned again. For example, when Joanna was driving, her speed was comparable to the surrounding cars, and she didn't slow down when passing the green light. She knew that Anfeng had a poor foundation, so she explained while driving: "It's like this in California that drives, both high and low speeds, but it's more humane. For example, you just saw a 65-mile speed sign, don't worry, it's okay to drive directly to 70. If you drive very slowly and the surrounding cars are kept at around 75, be careful, the police will catch you!"

(60 miles = 96.56 kilometers, usually it is easy to remember if you count 100 kilometers)

An Feng wondered: "Why? The police didn't catch the speeding one?"

"You drive too slowly, and it becomes a hidden danger in a large group of express trains, do you understand?" Joanna said.

"Oh." An Feng seemed to understand.

The car was parked in a supermarket chain, and Joanna took An Feng to visit the supermarket in the United States. Shopping carts are a must-have. Americans usually buy a big bus, regardless of whether they can use it in the end. Some vegetables and fruits in supermarkets are similar to those in the first-tier cities in China, some are cheaper and some are more expensive. However, the salary they pay is US dollars, while the domestic one is RMB.

When you go to the meat area, you will find a complete range of meat entries. What interested Anfeng is that the prices of beef are uneven. As a beef consumer country, many families cannot do without beef. The price of ordinary beef is around 5 US dollars per pound, but some are forty or fifty US dollars per pound.

An Feng looked at Joanna: "Why is the difference so big?"

Joanna picked up the most expensive beef vacuum packaging: "This is a special grade beef. American beef is all graded, with the first grade accounting for 3%, and is only provided to high-end restaurants. This one I have is the second grade and the best quality that can be bought in supermarkets. Generally, families eat the fourth grade beef, concentrate on breeding, feed the hormone-containing corn flour, and can be slaughtered before starting to be concentrated in captivity, which only takes six months."

"Hormone?" An Feng was particularly sensitive to the word. Even if this is in the United States, "I'd better choose the best one, at least eat with confidence."

Joanna naturally had no objection. When she saw An Feng sweep away dozens of pounds of special-choice beef without hesitation, she thought of a popular saying on the Internet: The Chinese are here!

At the end of the shopping, the original trolley changed from one trolley to two, which was full. It took five or six minutes to scan the price alone, and finally it had to be calculated. An Feng was a little unaccustomed to foreign taxes. He bought things in China, including taxes. Loading the goods and returning home.

With Joanna's help, she sorted the ingredients into the refrigerator. She asked, "BOSS, what kind of dishes do you cook?"

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

"What?" Joanna looked up at him.

"Nothing." An Feng grabbed his head, and naturally he would not explain his instant noodles skills. "Joanna, what kind of dish 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 at the small bar in the kitchen, opened a beer for himself, and took a beautiful sip.

"British food?" Joanna asked without looking back.

"NO Dark Cuisine!" An Feng said in Chinese and English, and shook his head firmly. British food, like a rigid British man, is definitely not delicious in his heart.

Joanna giggled, "Make you a beef stew, American."

An Feng felt that he shouldn't be idle, so he went to the wine cellar to get a bottle of red wine. After waiting for forty minutes, chef Joanna prepared the beef stew, poured it on the sauce, and placed two dishes on the table. An Feng opened the red wine and ate it with the crisp sound of clinking glasses.
Chapter completed!