Lisko’s American Life

Because it was lunch, Lisko didn't drink too much. After lunch, the bottle of red wine was only half gone.

Zhang Li's drinking capacity is also very shallow. After drinking a glass of red wine, his drunkenness appears. At this time, his usual smart eyes are also blurred and misty, like a deep pool of spring water that cannot be seen through. Stained with a blush, the hair that was originally neat and tidy also fell in pieces, and the original spotless temperament faded away. On the contrary, it added some unstoppable feelings, and I wanted to get close to her even more.

"Would you like to take a rest first?" Lisko asked with concern as he wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I'm too drunk." Zhang Li stood up, feeling his feet go weak.

Lisko quickly supported her, and dragged her upstairs.

When she got to the room, she helped her cover the quilt, turned on the air conditioner thoughtfully, and helped her take off the high heels on her feet.

Looking at Zhang Li who fell asleep immediately, and the sweat on his forehead, Lisko picked up a tissue and wiped it lovingly.

"It's so cute," Lisko resisted the urge to bow his head for a kiss, went downstairs to get a glass of water, put it on the bedside, and closed the door with light steps.

"There's no need to go up and clean the second floor, Miss Zhang is resting." Lisko ordered the maid.

Maybe the maid will notice this matter, so he will take the trouble to arrange it.

Originally planned to ride a motorcycle with Zhang Li to Les this afternoon, but now Zhang Li was knocked down by Lisko, so the plan was shelved.

Lisko didn't go far either. He took a novel on the balcony of his room and read it in the sun.

The afternoon sun was just right, and Lisko's whole body was warmed lazily. After reading for a while, he fell asleep unconsciously. Because he had always had the habit of taking a nap, he naturally became sleepy when the time came.

Time flies, the sun deflects, and Lisko feels a bit of coldness in his sleep. He doesn't want to wake up, and he feels that someone is covering his body for a while. Before he has time to think about it, he falls asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. Lisko looked at the lights in the far distance of the ranch and looked down, and there was indeed a blanket on his body.

Lisko's heart warmed, the maid was arranged not to go upstairs to disturb the guests, Payne usually would not go upstairs, so it was obvious who put the blanket on.

Went to the bathroom to wash his face, the warm water awakened all his senses, Lisko rubbed his numb hands, and walked to the opposite room.

When I opened the door, the room was completely new, the person sleeping on the bed was gone, the backpack I had when I came here was unpacked, and the clothes were neatly placed in the closet.

"Xianhui." Lisko looked at the neat wardrobe with an expression of admiration on his face.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what Zhang Li does now, Li Sko thinks it is very cute.

When they went downstairs, Zhang Li was sitting on the sofa with a book and reading it. Li Sko glanced at the cover from a distance, and it was his book that was right.

As Zhang Li watched, there was a cup of coffee beside him, which was still steaming.

"Hi." Lisko greeted him as he went downstairs without stopping.

"Hey, why are you sleeping on the balcony? You'll catch a cold," Zhang Li looked up and saw Lisko, with a concerned expression on his face.

"I was going to bask in the sun and read a book, but it was so comfortable that I fell asleep. But thank you for the blanket."

"It's easy." Zhang Li replied, raising the book in his hand.

"I've read half of it. Is this your debut work?"

Lisko recalled, "It doesn't count. Strictly speaking, I have been contributing to magazines since my debut, but this is indeed my first novel."

"The writing is a bit heavy, and the whole person is infected by the situation of the characters in it, and the whole person is depressed, but the things in it really have a great impact on people."

"The idea of ​​writing at the time was to use tragedy to bring some reflection to readers." Lisko sat beside her and glanced at her progress.

"You look fast, this book is almost over."

"I fell asleep for a while and then got up. I drank like this. After sleeping for about an hour, I woke up, so I came down to find a book to read."

"And I already read part of this book in school."

The maid came up and brought Lisko a cup of black tea. Lisko didn't like drinking coffee very much, unless he had something to do and needed to rely on caffeine to refresh himself.

After taking a sip of the Ceylon black tea brought from the mentor's house, the warm tea entered the stomach, and the whole person squinted his eyes comfortably.

Zhang Li looked at Lisko's black tea, "You are really different from all the foreigners I know,"

"Why?"

This is really the first time I heard this statement, Lisko turned to look at Zhang Li.

"The foreigners I know like to drink ice water, not hot tea."

This is indeed true. Lisko found that no one around him drank hot water. Everyone often drank ice water and normal temperature water. According to others, the taste of boiled water is slightly different from normal water. , They are not used to drinking.

Lisko even learned that if a woman who has just given birth drinks water, the nurse will hand over a glass of ice water, and girls drink water with ice cubes during their menstrual period.

Many Americans feel disgusted by drinking hot water, which makes Lisko very puzzled, but there is only a helpless shrug. This is the cultural difference between the East and the West.

"My family always drinks hot water. It may be a habit brought by my grandfather. I don't think there is any difference." Lisko shrugged, "I have a Chinese physique."

"Hot water is still good for the body. Boiling water will kill the bacteria in the water, which is good for the body." Zhang Li fiddled with her oriental theory and gave it to Li Keke.

"By the way, it's getting late. Are you hungry?" The wall clock on the first floor chimed the hour, and Lisko belatedly realized that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'm not very hungry. I have no activity after lunch. I can't digest it so fast."

"You have to eat a little, three meals a day." Lisko also has his own eating habits, whether he is hungry or not, he has to eat on time. In his previous life, he suffered enough from stomach problems due to work.

"How about this, I brought a bag of Guilin rice noodles, do you want to try it? This is a special delicacy, and I am from Guilin, Guangxi." Zhang Li's face was full of complacency. Full of pride in one's own country and one's hometown, this kind of thinking is not found in the United States.

I don't know if it's social ethos or so, but the greatest joy in many Americans' lives is to criticize the government. They think all politicians are a bunch of stupid pigs.

In the United States, when you meet Americans and don’t know what to talk about, it’s right to scold the current ruling party. This really makes you get acquainted with strangers very quickly.