Dozo America

Just after dawn, Zhen Fan's phone rang. He hung up and went back to sleep. But the phone kept ringing, again and again, and finally Zhen Fan lost all sleep.

"Say it, Sarah!"

Zhen Fan yawned, stretched his head out from under the thin quilt, and looked out the window with blurred eyes. There were few people outside. This small town was far from the noise and rush of the big city of Los Angeles.

"Sorry to bother you so early!" Sarah said in a slightly apologetic tone.

"Oh, since I think it's disturbing, I'll hang up!" After saying that, Zhen Fan really hung up the phone, then retracted his head into the thin quilt and continued to act like an ostrich.

The phone rang again.

Zhen Fan muttered dissatisfiedly, pressed the answer button, and heard an aggressive tone inside: "Damn bastard, can't you just talk properly..."

"Oh, it turns out I disturbed you. Sorry, I hung up!" Zhen Fan pressed down the phone again, then turned it off, covered his head, and fell asleep again.

Zhen Fan was still a little dazed until breakfast. Three hundred thousand dollars, not RMB, and all he did was insert a few silver needles into other people's heads. How could he get money faster than this?

Of course, although this is accidental, it does not change the reality that three hundred thousand dollars has been obtained.

In the end, Zhen Fan came to the conclusion that being an actor, being a famous actor, especially being a famous actor in Hollywood is a much more promising career than Chinese medicine, but it has little or nothing to do with him!

Thinking about it this way, I feel much calmer.

Before breakfast was finished, there was a hurried knock on the door!

"Who? If you don't tell me your name, I will call the police!" Zhen Fan had already seen the furious Sarah outside through the peephole, and couldn't help but deliberately made a joke!

"Damn it, it's me, Sarah, Zhen, open the door, don't let me get the search warrant!"

Zhen Fan opened the door, and then a gust of wind blew by. Sarah rushed in, sat down on the sofa, stared at Zhen Fan, stood up again, and took a can of drink from Zhen Fan's refrigerator.

"Click!" With a sound, the can was opened, and Sarah sat down on the sofa again, her relaxed body stretched out on the sofa, and she let out a long and comfortable sigh.

He also treats himself too little like a guest.

Zhen Fan was speechless and had no choice but to sit down, a little far away from Sarah.

"Why don't you answer my call?" Sarah asked, but after a can of drink, she became less angry.

"I'm sleeping!" Zhen Fan said to Sarah seriously, "We have a saying in China: You can't do two things at once, which means you have to concentrate on one thing. If you concentrate on sleeping, you can't answer the phone! Sorry

!”

Seeing Zhen Fan's serious look, Sarah let out a "Puch" sound. Sarah couldn't hold it back and sprayed the soda on Zhen Fan's chest.

"sorry!"

Sarah wanted to get up and give him a wipe.

“Is this Chinese humor?”

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "It seems so, but what I said is the truth!"

"I also believe what you said... Damn it!" Sarah swore again, "I came here to tell you that we have arrested the owner of the coffee shop. His name is Gale Clutter. You are right.

We found something valuable among his wife's belongings!"

"Then...congratulations!" Zhen Fan stretched out his hand and shook Sarah's hand.

"Of course you are also involved in this, so this time..."

"There's no need to say thank you. I'm your consultant! Am I not?" Zhen Fan behaved very generously and gracefully.

"I came here to ask you if the woman yesterday was Kristen Stewart herself? How did she get involved with you? Oh, I should say how did you know her?"

It was obvious that Zhen Fan had misunderstood again. He retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment and rubbed his nose.

"It's a chance. Nowadays, celebrities are much closer to each other. Maybe you will meet the president in my room one day, of course, if I invite him!"

"Is this also Chinese humor?"

This time Sarah didn't find it funny, she just snorted to show that she didn't understand.

"If you are here to ask for an autograph, I can do it for you. I will prepare lunch later!" According to Zhen Fan's Chinese meaning, I have to cook now and you should go home!

But it was obvious that Zhen Fan ignored the national conditions of the United States. Sarah nodded excitedly and said to Zhen Fan: "The Chinese food you cook is delicious. Do you want me to help you? What are you going to eat today?"

Speechless! Zhen Fan was immediately stunned. It turns out that China's national conditions are indeed not suitable for the United States' national conditions. It seems that he should be more direct in the future. It is too polite and may cause misunderstanding.

"dumpling!"

"Dumplings? I like them!"

Sarah has never actually eaten dumplings. Although they are also available in Chinese restaurants, she never orders them. But this time it is different. Zhen Fan’s craftsmanship is still good, whether it is the reputation of the little girl Claire or the reputation of Annie and Thomas.

Word-of-mouth, or more recently, word-of-mouth with Christine is pretty good!

"Come and help!"

Zhen Fan couldn't see Sarah sitting there idle, so he pulled her over.

Mixing flour, rolling dough, mincing meat stuffing, and making dumplings, Sarah participated in the whole process excitedly and personally made two top-notch dumplings with floral skirts. To be precise, they should be spiky flour dumplings.

Wrap the meat filling.

"Zhen, I didn't expect the dumplings you made to be so beautiful!"

Sarah wore plastic gloves, raised a dumpling made by Zhen Fan, and praised it enviously.

"Ding bell" the doorbell rang. Zhen Fan walked over and opened the door. Kristen was at the door. When she saw the door opened, she yelled excitedly and then hugged Zhen Fan with her feet in high heels.

Still kicking and tapping.

"Zhen, thank you so much, God, do you know? I slept very well yesterday, and this is all your fault, thank you so much!" Christine screamed, wanting to leave another mark on Zhen Fan's face

imprint.

"It's Kristine!" Zhen Fan quickly stopped her and said to the kitchen. Then he let Kristine in, "It's Sarah, the one you met yesterday, I'm from the California Bureau of Special Investigations.

Her advisor! Colleague!”

Christine also blushed, but luckily she didn't put her lips together, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing, and she immediately calmed down. When she calmed down, Christine was like a perfect lady.

"Is it Kristine? Sorry, I'm making dumplings, it's Zhen who's teaching me!" Sarah deliberately raised two hands with plastic gloves and smiled at Kristine to show that she was busy.

"Dumplings? I've eaten them before, in a Chinese restaurant. They tasted good. I didn't expect you to be good at them!"

Christine's interest was also aroused, and she stood up from the sofa, looking eager to try.

"Don't go there, don't get involved with her, she's not making dumplings at all, she's making glutinous rice balls with meat fillings!" Zhen Fan quickly stopped her, "I'm going to give you an acupuncture, are you on the sofa or in the room?

Here? Well, I mean, you might be tempted to fall asleep during the acupuncture process, and here...it's so messy!"

As he spoke, his eyes glanced towards Sarah.

"Just here!" Christine smiled, glared at Zhen Fan, and then leaned on the sofa in a very comfortable position. Zhen Fan took out the silver needle from the study and started to prick her.

"Hey, Zhen, what are you doing? Acupuncture?"

"Do you know acupuncture?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I know, this is not a rare thing. I have had acupuncture before, but to be honest, it is not as magical as the legend!"

"You are wrong. This is more miraculous than the legend says. It can cure my polysomnia!" Kristen couldn't hear Sarah saying bad things about acupuncture. Now that she was a beneficiary of acupuncture, she certainly couldn't tolerate others' slander.

Sarah was stunned for a moment, then got very angry and was about to retort.

"Okay, Sarah, go make dumplings. I'll be over in a minute!" Zhen Fan said to her.

"Are you a doctor?"

Sarah ignored him and stared at him.

"What does this have to do with anything? I'm a doctor!"

"Nonsense, you can't be a doctor at all. How long have you been in the United States? It's impossible to get a medical qualification certificate. You are practicing medicine illegally!"

"Who told you that I am not a doctor? In China, I am a very professional doctor!"

"This is America!" Sarah looked unhappy and glanced at Kristen, who was already a little angry.

"That's enough, Sarah!" Zhen Fan couldn't help it anymore, "Go make your dumplings!"

Sarah's face looked ugly, and Zhen Fan had never spoken to her in such a serious tone, which showed that Zhen Fan was indeed a little annoyed, and he took off his plastic gloves angrily.

"Zhen, I quit, goodbye!" Sarah angrily went to open the door. After opening the door, she turned to Kristen and said back, "Goodbye, how stupid!"

"Bang!" The door closed, and then the sound of a car starting outside was heard.

"You should go after her!" Christine looked at Zhen Fan with some sympathy.

"Why?"

Zhen Fan looked at Christine in confusion.

"Can't you see? This woman likes you!"

Zhen Fan suddenly smiled and then shook his head. Kristen only saw the surface. How could this be?

"What should I do with the dumplings?" Kristen raised her head and looked at Zhen Fan! "

"Don't move, the needle won't stick if you move it again!" Zhen Fan finished speaking, inserted the last needle, and clapped his hands, "Sit here and take a rest. You may feel like sleeping. If you want, just sleep.

Well, when you wake up, we will have dumplings to eat, if you want to eat them!"

"Of course I want to eat it!"

Kristine smiled, then yawned greatly. She wanted to say something, but then she felt a little confused and her head felt heavy. By the time Zhen Fan put on the plastic gloves, she was already breathing heavily.

Sound. Christine has fallen into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. She had slept for two hours. She rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she woke up, her impression of this house no longer surprised her. She stood up and

I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and face, and returned to the living room.

"Already ready, how about you?"

Zhen Fan smiled and brought out a large plate of steaming dumplings, as well as a plate filled with soy and vinegar and chopsticks.

"Want me to help?"

"If you want, come over and help eat dumplings!"

"Ha - you are really -" Christine couldn't help laughing, pointed at Zhen Fan, sat down, and took a dumpling and put it into her mouth.

"It tastes good, better than me..."

"Stop, don't talk about this. It's our Chinese tradition to eat dumplings without talking while sleeping." Zhen Fan blocked her mouth from boasting.