Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Tina didn't speak, but forced a smile. "It's nothing. I just came to check on you. I was thinking you've been busy these past few days and might not have time for lunch, so I brought you some food."

"Oh, darling, you're so sweet!"

Hearing Tina say that, Owen realized he hadn't had lunch yet, and immediately smiled brightly: "What delicious food did you prepare today?"

"Canned meat with chickpea rice, oh, and the lemon soda I bought for you."

As Tina spoke, she took a lunchbox out of her backpack and handed it to Owen.

"Then you can eat slowly, I'm going to work now." After taking out the lunchbox, Tina prepared to leave.

Upon seeing this, Irving immediately frowned.

Something's not right, that's strange.

In Irving's memory, Tina was usually cheerful, like a little sun, and it was rare to see her so quiet and so obviously depressed.

Could it be that Tina has something on her mind? Or has she encountered some trouble?

Thinking of this, Owen quickly shouted to stop Tina.

Unexpectedly, Tina shook her head, indicating that she was fine, and then turned and left.

Watching Tina's figure disappear around the street corner, Owen shrugged.

Although he knew Tina must be troubled by something, she clearly had no intention of telling him.

In this situation, it was naturally not appropriate for him to ask.

In the United States, even in the closest relationships, such as between spouses, parents, and children, each other's privacy must be respected.

Moreover, he and Tina are not yet considered boyfriend and girlfriend.

Hearing his stomach rumble, Irving snapped out of his reverie and stopped thinking about it.

He casually picked up the lunchbox, found a clean spot in the pawnshop, and sat down.

Having spent so much time with Tina, he naturally knew about her cooking skills.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the lunchbox, a salty meaty aroma and the smell of canned food wafted out.

Irving took a bite and surprisingly found it alright.

That's right. Looking at the whole world, when it comes to canned luncheon meat, the United States is number one, and no other country dares to say it's number two. The terrifying amount of 50 million tons of canned food consumed every year is not an exaggeration.

After taking a few sips, Irving felt his mouth was a bit salty, so he opened the lemonade next to him and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Just then, the phone that was placed to the side suddenly vibrated a few times.

Irving picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was a message from Dodge saying that the RV was repaired and maintained and he could pick it up anytime in the next couple of days.

Upon seeing this message, Irving stood up immediately without saying a word.

After waiting for so long, the RV is finally repaired!

He slept in the pawn shop for the past two days, taking either an Uber or the bus, which was incredibly uncomfortable. Now things are finally starting to improve!

Irving ate a couple of bites of the little left in his boxed lunch, then hurriedly walked out of the store.

……

An hour later, at the Dodge repair shop.

Upon seeing a Chevrolet drive in, Dodge, who had been sitting down, realized there was business to be done and quickly stood up and jogged over to greet it.

"Hi man, welcome to the Dodge Repair Shop. How can I help you...?"

"Irving? Oh, it's you! You got here so quickly?"

Seeing Irving get out of the car, Dodge quickly went over and gave him a friendly hug.

"I saw your message. The car is fixed, so of course I had to come over as soon as possible."

Irving looked around and, seeing that his RV wasn't in the repair shop, immediately asked, "Dude, I can't wait to see it! Where's it?"

"Oh bro, you're in such a hurry. That treasure can't stay here. I've already had my staff drive it to the exhibition area. Come on! I'll take you to see it right now."

Dodge patted Irving on the shoulder and then pulled him into the exhibition area.

Looking at the brand-new RV in front of him, the paint even seemed to have a cool sheen, Owen's eyes lit up instantly.

To be honest, before he came, he was very worried, wondering how well Dodge could repair and maintain this old RV.

But now that he's seen the actual product, Irving's worries have vanished instantly.

"How is it?" Dodge put his arm around Irving's shoulder, showing off his work with a smug look on his face.

"That's awesome, man!"

Irving remarked with emotion, "This car used to look dilapidated, almost like an antique, but after you've cleaned it up, it looks like a work of art!"

"Hahaha, Bro, you're really good with words..." Hearing Owen's praise, Dodge was in a good mood and immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Owen.

Irving took the cigarette, glanced at it, and didn't light it yet.

Dodge, standing to the side, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, his head buzzing, and looked utterly blissful.

"Owen, do you know why I chose to open a car repair shop instead of a used car dealership?" Dodge squinted at the car exhibition area in front of him and remarked with a sigh:

"It's because I enjoy the process of gradually restoring these industrial artworks to their original state, turning them back into works of art..."

Before Dodge could finish speaking, Owen smelled the strong marijuana odor in the air and immediately felt uneasy, quickly distancing himself from Dodge.

"Damn, you're not smoking regular tobacco, are you?" Owen frowned and asked.

"Of course! This is the real deal, it's so much better than those cheap cigarettes that are just a little bit of marijuana mixed in."

Dodge turned his head, looking smug, and said, "Regular tobacco is for kids. Want to try this? Trust me, it's very comfortable..."

After saying that, Dodge picked up his cigarette again, took a deep drag, and skillfully inhaled the smoke, his expression still one of pure enjoyment.

"No, I'm not used to this. I always feel like it might hurt my brain."

Irving shook his head, looking at the marijuana cigarette in his hand, a feeling of disgust rising in his heart.

Hearing Irving say that, Dodge paused for a moment, then turned around and held out his hand. "Dude, if you don't want to smoke, give it back to me. Don't waste it."

Irving shrugged and then handed the marijuana cigarette back to Dodge.

Seeing that Dodge was still standing there smugly, Owen scratched his head, decided to ignore him, and walked straight towards his RV.

After circling the RV and looking at all the brand-new accessories, Owen couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

Don't let Dodge's seemingly unreliable appearance fool you; when it comes to repairing these vintage cars, they're truly professionals.

Less than a week has passed, and all the previous problems with the RV have been resolved.

Not only were the scratches on the car door gone, but the tires and rims were also brand new.