Walking into this Chinese restaurant, Li Han took a look at it. The decoration was very Chinese. It used the store characteristics of Jiangnan Water Town, which is the most interesting Chinese style. In particular, there was a rockery at the entrance, a waterwheel design, and winding paths on both sides.
, go without blocking the view.
After walking through the rockery, there is a small pavilion in the center of the hall. There are some green plants planted on both sides of the winding glass path. "Wow, dad, look, there are small fish below."
"goldfish?"
Li Han lowered his head and saw that it was not the case. "It's quite sentimental."
"Guzheng."
In the small pavilion in the middle, someone was playing the guzheng. "Good morning, gentlemen and ladies."
"Find me a quiet place."
Li Han said.
"plz follow me."
Along a winding waterway, we came to a small pavilion, surrounded by bamboos and some green plants. Compared with the hall, it was much cleaner.
Li Han took the menu and smiled. "This menu is interesting."
"What's wrong?"
“Is there a Chinese menu?”
It turned out to be an English menu, you know this is a Chinese restaurant.
"Sorry, sir, we only have English menus here." The waiter said in a low voice.
"Isn't that right? This is a Chinese restaurant." Natalie muttered.
"Yes, miss."
"This boss is really weird."
"Maybe it's a Chinese restaurant opened by Americans." Li Han said with a smile.
"That's not right. There should be Chinese."
Li Han smiled at the awkward waiter beside him. "Okay, bring me the steamed buns, a big portion of porridge, and these snacks."
"Okay, sir."
"This store doesn't receive many Chinese people."
"San Antonio is no better than cities on the western coast, and there are not many Chinese people."
The breakfast here tastes pretty good, but it's just that the boss, Li Han, is a bit off-putting.
Speaking of which, this store has a history of nearly fifty years. It has been passed down to this generation, which is already the third generation. The boss of this generation is a pure American. Don’t look at it with yellow skin, dark eyes, and black hair. In fact, he is pure and pure.
American.
I can’t speak Chinese or write Chinese, so today I deleted the Chinese menus in the Chinese restaurant and changed them all to English.
After leaving the restaurant, Li Han warned Dudu and Baobao to learn Chinese and Chinese characters carefully. "This Chinese restaurant, with its excellent decoration and several lifetimes of hard work, has been ruined."
"What did you say?" Li Han was stunned.
When he looked back, he saw a little girl staring at him. "Oh, what's wrong?"
"Sir, I'm sorry." An Asian man in his thirties said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Dad, this is talking bad about us." The little girl spoke to her father in English.
Li Han paused slightly. "Are you Chinese?"
"Sorry, I don't understand Chinese." The man said.
"I know how to do it," the little girl shouted. "Grandpa taught me."
"Just now this uncle said that dad destroyed grandpa's shop." The little girl shouted.
"Alice." The man looked at Li Han with a somewhat unhappy look in his eyes.
"Really, I heard it." The little girl Alice stared at Li Han.
"Yes, sir, she is right."
Li Han said with a smile. "However, I want to apologize for what I just said. Don't get me wrong. I think with a daughter like this, maybe this store can still operate."
As soon as he said this, the man's face turned really bad.
"Sir, don't you think my store is doing very well now?" the man said.
"That's right, your store is well decorated and has a very Chinese feel."
"Chinese taste, God, what time is this? I want to demolish those buildings and add some space." The man seemed to disagree with Li Han's words.
"Dad, grandpa said that those decorations and Chinese food are the best match, and both are indispensable." The girl whispered.
The man frowned slightly, presumably not agreeing with his father's point of view.
"Your grandpa is right."
Li Han said, "Chinese food pays more attention to the environment."
The man curled his lips. "The world recognizes that Western food is more romantic."
"hehe."
Li Han smiled. "Since you don't agree with Chinese food so much, why wouldn't it be better to run a Chinese restaurant? Perhaps it would be better to change it to a Western restaurant."
The man didn't say anything. Perhaps he really thought in his heart that this was a restaurant that had been passed down for generations, and it would not be easy to change it. "My father is a Western restaurant, and my grandfather asked my father to come back."
When the little girl said this, Li Han sighed. "You are not suitable for this restaurant."
"Young man is right." An old man came over.
"It's dad's fault, you shouldn't have been allowed to come back and inherit the restaurant," the old man said.
"Dad, I know, this is your life's hard work." The man said.
"I understand what you want to say," the old man said. "Perhaps, as you said, we can clear out some unnecessary decorations and add more seats, but a restaurant like that is still a Chinese restaurant."
"The young man is right, the Chinese restaurant is a tolerant culture," the old man said.
"Han, did you say that?" Natalie scratched her head and didn't hear what Li Han said.
Li Han smiled. The old man understood what he meant. Unfortunately, the old man's son didn't seem to know this.
"The old man is right, Chinese restaurants represent our catering culture. If there is no cultural heritage and only food is left, there is no difference between it and American fast food." Li Han said.
"A nation without its own unique culture may be able to integrate into American society," Li Han said. "But it is too difficult to go further."
"Sorry for talking so much."
Li Han turned back to Jennifer and others and said, "Let's go."
After walking for a long time, Jennifer and Natalie were silent, just a few little people eating the ice cream they just bought.
"Han, I didn't expect that you are really good at talking." Natalie said with a smile. "You know a lot."
"However, I think it would be good to integrate into American society. After all, we live in the United States." Natalie murmured.
"Jews have never said that if they don't integrate into American society, they have never given up their own national culture." Li Han said. "Integrating is good, but giving up your own national culture is not necessarily good. A Chinese who gives up his own culture may say
Is there any difference between a yellow-skinned American and a white American? Maybe it’s because of the difference in skin.”
Natalie nodded. "Yes, wouldn't it be easier to get along with her this way?"
"hehe."
Li Han said with a smile. "Do you think, between a person who can speak Chinese and Chinese characters and has a PhD in computer science, and a person who can't speak Chinese and Chinese characters and has a PhD in computer science, who is of Chinese descent and applies for the same company, who is more competitive?"
"This, maybe someone who can speak Chinese and Chinese characters. After all, China's technological development is very good now. If this company enters China, such a person is more suitable." Natalie did not speak, but Alta said.
"yes."
Li Hanxiao said, "Integrating into but maintaining national culture may be more competitive, especially now, when China is developing and Sino-US trade exchanges are frequent."
Natalie curled her lips at Alta. "Han, you really have the momentum of a speaker."
"Hahaha, no."
Li Han smiled. "I feel a little uncomfortable seeing such a good store being messed up and ruined by random instructions. Let's talk nonsense. Let's go to the market and find out what the residents here in San Antonio like.
What kind of barbecue does it taste like?”
"Haha, I know how to inquire." Natalie said with a smile.
"You know?" Li Han was a little curious.
"Of course, look at the map. There are more than ten barbecue restaurants here. Let's try them one by one and we'll find out." Natalie said proudly.
"Hey, that's a good idea. You just have time, let's go."
The barbecue started at noon, and I tried it in the afternoon. Now Li Han had the morning to go around. He came to the parking lot, drove, followed the map, and tasted the barbecue from nearly ten barbecue restaurants. Li Han felt somewhat satisfied.
A little lower.
"Han, how is it? It tastes good, doesn't it?" Natalie said proudly. "This is a very popular barbecue restaurant."
“It tastes a little sweet.”
Li Han said calmly, "It seems that San Antonio residents like a little sweet food."
"It seems that fruit barbecue is more popular."
"Han, I think the taste is about the same?" Natalie muttered. She was eating at this barbecue restaurant. It is said that George W. Bush has eaten there. Li Han tasted the tender meat of the barbecue, plus the strong barbecue sauce and cumin.
, the taste is very good, Natalie and the others ate it with a meaty mouthful, and the corners of their mouths were oily.
"Yeah, it's sweeter than the aunt's house in front of me."
Little Dudu nodded his little head and quite agreed with his father's point of view.
"Did you really eat it?" Natalie muttered. She once said she wanted to be a gourmet, but it seemed like there was no hope.
"Haha, I've eaten too much barbecue, so I can taste some of it."
Li Han said, "It's almost time, we should go there."
"What, the Chinese boy from San Andreas Farm went to the San Antonio Market Barbecue Festival?" Barton, holding a wine glass, holding a cigar in his mouth, wearing a loose suit and silver hair, looked at the assistant in front of him with a little doubt in his eyes.
"Yes, sir, I just found out that we set off early this morning." The assistant said in a low voice, facing the boss, he was not a good-tempered boss. He was born as a cowboy. I heard that he had some connections with some local illegal organizations.
"What on earth is this kid doing?" Barton said. "Has Joe contacted Eric?"
"It's sir, contact me, but Eric said that he can't decide on this matter and needs to ask his boss." The assistant said.
"It seems that the Chinese is not interested in my proposal." Barton smiled.
"Boss, do you want to teach that boy a lesson?"
"No, those old guys from the Ranch Association are very dissatisfied with this guy's planting of Montana grass seeds. Maybe you don't have to wait for me to do it." Barton said with a smile. "Tell Joe and Eric to have a good relationship and tell me about the Chinese at any time.
News from the boy."
"Boss, why are you paying so much attention to that Chinese guy?" the assistant asked in a low voice.
Barton glanced at his assistant. "Get out."
"yes."
Waiting for the assistant to leave, Barton smiled. "I didn't expect that there is actually an oil field in St. Andy's Farm. The reserves are quite considerable. With the caves, maybe it can be sold at a good price."
