My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu looked at the girl with slightly disheveled hair nestled in his arms and suddenly felt like laughing.

Is the white girl who was so unrestrained last night and so bold and proactive in the car this morning really the same girl who is now lying here refusing to move?

"I'll go see what we can eat in the fridge," he said, pinching Lucy's cheek before getting dressed and going out.

Lucy doesn't cook often, so she doesn't keep many ingredients on hand. Her refrigerator only contains one sausage, four eggs, two tomatoes, and an unopened package of spaghetti.

The tomatoes weren't very fresh either.

But you can eat it if you want.

Amidst the rustling sounds from the kitchen, a fragrant aroma soon wafted over.

Li Fu simply fried two eggs and some sausages.

Then I used the remaining eggs and tomatoes to make two bowls of spaghetti.

Because the seasonings were not complete, it was quite difficult to make a dish that was perfect in color, aroma, and taste. However, he still thought it tasted better than the "pig swill" from outside.

Western food in China is completely different from that in Europe and America.

Similarly, most Chinese food abroad is not the same "species" as the food in China.

After Li Fu transmigrated, he found the food quite unpalatable.

He simply had no other choice.

If you want to cook for yourself, vegetables are more expensive than meat, and you can't buy the right seasonings to cook meat.

We'll have to make do for now.

"Wow, what delicious food did you make?"

Lucy came out following the scent, now wearing a bohemian-style knee-length dress.

A refreshing scent wafts over you.

She looks completely different from her sexy style last night.

"Just two simple bowls of noodles," Li Fu said, placing the prepared food on the table and inviting Lucy to come and eat.

To be honest, the noodles were a bit bland.

The fried eggs and sausages were basically only seasoned with salt.

But that's precisely why Lucy thought it tasted delicious.

Europeans and Americans are usually not used to the taste of Chinese food. Their taste buds are not used to unfamiliar seasonings, and they may find it strange at first.

Once you get used to it, you'll find it delicious and never want to eat Western food again.

Lucy was clearly the same; it was a bit bland, and the ingredients were cooked to perfection, just to her liking.

"How come you can do everything?"

She looked up at Li Fu and realized she had been too conservative; she should have acted sooner.

"This... is very simple," Li Fu shrugged.

What's so difficult about making tomato and egg noodles?

Can't you just fry an egg or a sausage with your hands?

It's not difficult, but he overlooked one point.

In Europe and America, how many men cook for their wives or girlfriends?

"Then you'll cook for me every day from now on, right?"

A glint flashed in Lucy's eyes.

"If I also work as a chef..."

"Are you trying to say you'll have to pay more?" Lucy snorted, making a gesture as if to hit her. "If you dare say that, you're finished."

"Just kidding," Li Fu said, taking a big bite of noodles. "I'll make it when I have time later."

Given their current relationship, it would indeed be inappropriate to ask for more money.

"That's more like it," Lucy said, withdrawing her hand.

She knew very well that she would be returning to Nashville soon.

At that time, were there still many things she could do without?

However, she is still free at this moment.

Who cares about what happens next!

After the two finished eating, Lucy insisted on washing the dishes.

As a pampered young lady, she was naturally quite inexperienced and almost smashed two bowls and plates.

Fortunately, it was a close call; Li Fu reacted quickly and caught it, so it didn't break.

Lucy couldn't help but be amazed again.

She even tiptoed and kissed him twice as a reward.

Li Fu touched his cheek. Putting everything else aside, this Western girl's emotional value was absolutely off the charts.

In the afternoon, neither of them wanted to go out.

Li Fu nestled on the sofa, unaware of when he fell asleep.

All he remembered was that the last thing he saw was Lucy lying on the edge of the sofa, her golden hair hanging down, covering half of her face, with only one blue eye showing.

She gently stroked his hair with one hand.

When he woke up, Lucy was sitting next to him watching TV.

He had already browsed through the stack of DVDs in the TV cabinet. Lucy's collection was quite diverse, including classics like "Titanic" and "Forrest Gump," as well as Quentin Tarantino films like "Kill Bill" and "Pulp Fiction."

There were also some art films whose names he couldn't recall.

However, she was watching a TV channel, which is what we in China call American dramas.

The American TV series featured in the series is Desperate Housewives, which is very popular in this era.

Anyone who has watched this American TV series knows that some of the content is quite explicit and would definitely not pass censorship in China.

In the US, minors are generally not allowed to watch, or they must watch with parental supervision.

In fact, the show has already been released, how could it possibly be controlled?

So, how could teenagers not mature early in such an environment?

Add to that the "happy education" approach in public schools, and the outcome is predictable: finding a virgin among junior high school students is as rare as finding a panda.

When Li Fuxing woke up, the TV series happened to be about a discussion of sex...

If this plot were shown in China, young couples watching it together would blush, except for those who are experienced in such matters.

However, it's quite common here.

Lucy didn't feel embarrassed at all. When she saw that Li Fu was awake, she simply lay down on his lap and continued watching.

Li Fu got used to it.

In a place like Los Angeles, things aren't always so glamorous on the surface, so he naturally didn't have any romanticized notions.

They also don't want to change the public order and good customs here.

Why not just enjoy it?

Li Fu rested his head on the sofa, gently stroking Lucy's delicate shoulders with his palm.

His palms were calloused and rough from years of martial arts and military training.

It has a slightly tingling sensation when gently touched on the skin.

Lucy frowned slightly and let out a soft hum, but she didn't mind at all. On the contrary, she felt it was like a gentle massage, which was very comfortable.

The TV drama was progressing rapidly. After watching half an episode, she got up and leaned against Li Fu to continue watching.

Her long hair wasn't tied up; some ends had slipped into Li Fu's collar. Her hair was fluffy, smooth, and felt wonderful to the touch.

It's just a little itchy.

Li Fu had no choice but to tidy up Lucy a bit, and then casually put his arm around her shoulder.

He wasn't watching TV; he was just resting with his eyes closed.

He was exhausted from last night until today. Although he had the ability to defeat Lucy at the time, the ability to recover afterwards is completely incomparable between men and women.

He definitely needs to rest and recover.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and it was already pitch black outside.

Li Fu took a nap for more than an hour and felt refreshed, even more comfortable than if he had taken a nap.

Lucy was still watching TV, her blonde hair cascading over his shoulders, her pretty face pressed against his muscular chest.

His breathing seemed a little rapid.

The heat blew through his clothes and onto his skin, making it feel hot and itchy.

He turned his head and saw something amazing.

American TV shows are indispensable, and a scene that can be called "classic" has appeared.

The camera work and the level of explicitness were comparable to the "action movies" he watched in private, and the performances of the professional actors were far superior to those of the teachers.

The atmosphere and sexual tension are immediately maximized.

No wonder Lucy was breathing rapidly.

Then, Li Fu felt her small hand touch a certain part of his body.

They were already very close together at that moment.

The skin-to-skin contact and sensory stimulation caused his breathing to quicken.