Although it is summer now, in my hometown in China, it is estimated that 30 degrees Celsius is normal, and 40 degrees Celsius is not impossible, but here, it is only 20 degrees Celsius, and the morning sun is not even warm, and the sun is shining all over my body.
It smells like laziness.
Sitting on the sofa, looking at Xiao Xiao who was playing energetically with edamame, ink and Laifu, Zhang Chi felt a little bored and couldn't leave because he had to prevent the little guy from entering the house and making trouble for the elders to make dumplings.
At first Zhang Chi was sitting, then Zhang Chi was lying down, and then Zhang Chi had crossed his legs, lying on the sofa and began to take a nap happily.
A phone ringing woke up Zhang Chi who was already asleep.
"Hello!"
Zhang Chi, who was still a little sleepy, sounded a little lazy.
Miller's voice came over the phone: "What, you are actually sleeping at this time?"
Miller found it a bit incredible that a rancher actually had time to sleep at this time? This was too unqualified.
"No, I'm looking after the kids." Zhang Chi shook his head, trying to wake himself up.
Miller said: "I'm at the gate of your ranch, I'm coming in."
While talking, Miller had already driven his car to the entrance of Zhangchi Ranch, got out of the car and was about to open the gate of the ranch.
Although the two are good friends, it is quite inappropriate to break into someone's home at will. Unless there is an appointment, otherwise it is quite necessary to call and ask.
If you break into someone else's private property, you may not necessarily get shot, but if you get shot, it will definitely be in vain, so it's best to say hello, otherwise it will be really scary to meet two hundred and fifty.
"OK!"
Zhang Chi was a little unclear, so he didn't ask Miller what was going on as usual. He put down the phone, stood up and moved around a few times, stretching his hands and bending down to drive away the sleeping bugs.
He shook his collar, pulled the wrinkled clothes casually, and waited for Miller to come over.
At this time, Miller also drove his car to the front of the house.
Before getting out of the car, Zhang Chi had already seen something in the carriage: a little pony!
As soon as he saw the little pony, Zhang Chi's face turned slightly bitter. He knew it was Miller coming to return the favor.
Just now, I said that my nephew was a prodigal son. Who knew that not long after I said that, he came over and returned the gift, and the reply was quite elegant.
I also wanted to buy a little pony Zhang Chi, but after thinking about it for my nephew's level, I would rather not ride a pony and just ride a sheep. In terms of height, sheep are more suitable for my current little nephew.
Of course, it's hard to say whether Zhang Chi wanted to save trouble.
"Hey!"
Miller got out of the car and greeted Zhang Chi.
"Good morning, George!"
Yang stood in the car and said hello to Zhang Chi. The little guy was very happy.
The little guy's name is Zhang Chi, which is also George. This is an American habit, that is, they may also use the title "uncle", otherwise they just call each other by their first names.
At this time, Miller reached out to pick up his son and put him on the ground. Yang ran towards Xiaoxiao next to him.
"Yang!"
Xiaoxiao's eyebrows almost danced with joy, and the two children started shouting as soon as they came together.
"Come here!" Miller motioned to Zhang Chi to come over and help him.
The pony is not too heavy, but it is still a bit difficult for one person to get it out of the back compartment. It is much easier for two people.
Putting the pony on the ground, Miller didn't care. Anyway, his return gift was delivered. As for whether the pony would run away, that was not his concern.
It is unlikely that the little pony got lost. The little thing is a horse, so it naturally has the habits of a horse. When alone, it must find a companion, so the little pony was put down and quickly ran to the same kind of horse, that is, the Red Flame Mountain.
next to.
At the beginning, I didn't dare to eat grass. Just standing next to Chiyan Mountain, the muscles in my legs were shaking. It was obvious that I was a little scared of the new environment.
"This is Yang's gift to...the child," Miller said with a smile.
Originally, Miller wanted to call Xiaoxiao's name, but after much deliberation, he couldn't think of it. It is indeed a bit difficult for a foreigner to ask him to remember the pronunciation of Chinese.
"You said...hey".
Zhang Chi has a big head.
The little pony sent by Miller is just so-so. It is not too expensive, mainly because the height is not outstanding. Naturally, the shorter the pony is, the more valuable it is. For example, the one sent by Miller is tall at the shoulders.
It has already reached one meter, so it is not outstanding.
Of course, if you want to get a voice recorder in exchange for a top-notch Shetland pony, then you are overthinking it. That guy costs tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention that most Americans can't afford it, even if it's a small fortune.
I can't afford it either.
Besides, even if Miller wants to give it away, his family must have it.
But for Miller, this is considered a very particular person. Not long after receiving the gift, he prepared a return gift.
"Walk!"
Zhang Chi thought for a moment and took Miller into the house, leaving the two children screaming and playing outside.
As soon as he entered the house, Miller saw a group of women busy making dumplings. He was curious and naturally went over to them. Americans were more curious.
Zhang Chi told everyone what happened.
Miao Guifang felt a little sorry after hearing this, and opened her mouth and said to Miller: "Why are you so polite? A recorder is not worth much, so why did you send a horse here...".
The old lady felt that the horse must be more expensive than the recorder, but in fact it was hard to tell. The recorder Xiaoxiao gave was several hundred dollars more, while the pony was only one or two hundred dollars worth of dollars.
Domestic horses and American horses are not the same economic concepts. If the horses here are expensive, they are extremely expensive, and if they are cheap, they are extremely cheap. You can easily get horses without spending a penny.
Unlike in China, horses are always worth some money.
Zhang Chi turned over the old lady's words to Miller, and naturally picked out the important ones and ignored the unimportant ones.
Gu Ying, the mother-in-law, couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this. She felt that Zhang Chi didn't understand half of what he meant. It was all about the old lady in Hunong and Miller.
When Miao Guifang heard this, she immediately felt that something was wrong and asked Gu Ying, "His aunt, did this kid do something wrong for me?"
"There's nothing wrong!" Gu Ying said quickly.
"Then you can translate it."
So the job fell to Gu Ying again.
Faced with Chinese politeness, Miller didn't know how to answer for a while. He said his horse was very expensive?
Miller, who had a little knowledge of Chinese, felt that something was wrong, but he said that his horses were very cheap, and it did not suit American habits. It would not be good to give cheap horses as gifts.
Americans are stubborn about this. They will praise the gifts they give. Being modest? It doesn't exist in their culture.
So Miller stood a little awkwardly.
"Stay for lunch."
Someone sent a horse over, and Miao Guifang felt that we had to let him have a meal, so that things could be done beautifully.
Someone came over to give gifts, and it was almost time for dinner. It would be disrespectful to let someone go back with an empty stomach, so Miao Guifang asked Miller to stay for dinner.
After hearing Gu Ying's translation, Miller looked at the dumplings on the table, nodded immediately and said, "Okay! Thank you!"
These two words do not need to be translated by Gu Ying. Miao Guifang understands that they are OK and thank you. Children in the village can say these two sentences, so Miao Guifang must understand.
It's just that she didn't expect that this American young man would respond very quickly and without any courtesy at all. He agreed as soon as she mentioned it.
So the old lady smiled and joked: "Fortunately I'm not joking, otherwise this would be a bit embarrassing."
Li Xiumei next to her couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Gu Ying also became happy.
The three of them were having fun, which made Miller confused. He looked at Zhang Chi with a look, meaning: What are they laughing at?
Zhang Chi didn't laugh. He didn't think there was anything interesting about it, so he said, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Dang Pu Ling, I like to be Dang Pu Ling!" Miller pointed at the dumplings on the table and said to the three of them: "Can I try it?"
Gu Ying opened her mouth and said: "Go wash your hands and come here."
Gu Ying has long been familiar with such foreigners. The couple opened a restaurant here. At first, a group of foreigners were curious. Sometimes they even had to give some dumplings to the neighbors. They went back and forth.
The situation opened up like this, and the small restaurant gradually began to have repeat customers.
So Miller asked to come over and make dumplings together, which was nothing new at all.
Miller grinned happily and washed his hands before going away. Zhang Chi looked around for a while and didn't know what he was going to do.
"Go outside and watch the two children! What are you doing standing here?" Li Xiumei said to her son.
oh!
Zhang Chi responded and went out honestly to stare at the two children playing outside.
If one little kid makes a fuss, two little guys together can cause a lot of trouble. Good guys, the two of them came through the translator pen and played in full swing.
Zhang Chi didn't see what fun there was in edamame, ink, and the little calf Laifu, but the two silly boys were stunned to get happiness from them that Zhang Chi couldn't imagine.
What two ignorant idiots!
Zhang Chi thought with a sigh.
After a while, Zhang Chi started a new round of repetition, changing from standing to sitting. When he couldn't sit, he half-lyed and crossed his legs.
But this time it wasn't his turn to fall asleep, and people in the room shouted for dinner.
As soon as Zhang Chi stood up, his mother walked out of the house. She saw Zhang Chi and said to Zhang Chi: "Go and ask your sister and Xiaomei to come back for dinner. Your father and the others are over there with the fruit trees. Which side of the fruit trees are they?"
Zhang Chi said: "You can shout loud enough and they will hear you."
Before Zhang Chi could finish his words, Li Xiumei had already shouted: "Come back for dinner!"
"coming!"
There was an immediate response.
Zhang Chi came to the side of Chiyan Mountain, got on his horse and ran towards the place where his sister was training.