Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"Look over there!" Tang Xin had sharp eyes and saw a fat old man standing at the exit holding a Chinese sign. My name and Tang Xin's name were written on it.

"Let's go." I pulled Tang Xin and walked quickly towards the uncle. The uncle was a typical American fat man, with a beer belly that made his suit bulky, but his beard was shaved clean and his hair was combed neatly and shiny.

When we got in front of him, the man recognized us at a glance.

"Oh, Miss. You are here?" He was a little happy and hurried forward to help us carry the luggage.

"You speak Chinese so well?" Tang Xin was a little surprised.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss. I have been in China with Song Zhirong for five years, so I am considered half an expert on China. Oh, by the way, you can just call me Thompson, or Brother Cruise." Thompson was very enthusiastic and started joking.

"Haha, Brother Tom doesn't care if you're fat." Tang Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Miss, you can't judge a book by its cover," said Thomson aggrievedly.

"Pfft~" I couldn't help but laugh when I saw their interaction from the side.

"Do you feel better?" He led us out of the airport, to an executive sedan, opened the trunk, and put our luggage in.

"Much better?" Tang Xin was a little confused.

"When I saw the flight information just now, I almost jumped up." Thompson opened the car door for us and motioned for us to get in.

After getting in the car, he continued, "I called my boss right away, and he was also panicking. But luckily you landed safely without any danger. You must have been terrified on the plane, right?"

"Yeah, a little bit." I nodded. "Do aunt and Teacher Song know?"

"He probably doesn't know. My boss hasn't called China yet. He's afraid his sister can't accept the fact, so he's looking for information. As a result, you landed safely. Oh~ thank God!" Thomson suddenly seemed to think of something, took out a few candies from the glove box and gave them to us.

"Eat some candy, it can relieve anxiety~"

"Thank you~" Tang Xin was a little surprised, "This is really thoughtful."

"Well, can anyone who can hang out with your Uncle Song be of poor quality?" Thomson became proud and complacent.

At this time, my cell phone rang. Teacher Song gave Tang Xin and I an international roaming phone card, saying that it could still be used in the United States and that we could use this phone to contact them. We got off the plane and were busy chatting with Thomson, and indeed forgot to call back to report that we were safe.

Look, my aunt called me via video.

"Xiao Meng! Tang Xin! Did you have a safe journey?" On the other end of the phone, Teacher Song and my aunt were sitting on the bed together calling us.

Tang Xin and I looked at each other, our expressions were a little unnatural, but I quickly corrected them: "Well, everything went well. We are now in Thomson's car and are going to rest in the hotel that Uncle Song gave us. We will go to Tang Xin's house tomorrow."

"That's great." Auntie and Teacher Song didn't notice our strangeness and smiled happily. "Have fun then. We won't disturb you, will we?"

"Bye~" I waved at the screen, but the next scene made me laugh and cry. Teacher Song obviously jumped on my aunt before the call was hung up. It seemed that this was another anxious night of fighting.

"You are just like me, you only report good news to your family, not bad news." Thomson said with emotion, "Back then, I fled from the United States to Shanghai alone. I was unfamiliar with the place and even my Chinese was half-baked, which I learned in school. I started to make a living. As expected, within three months, I spent all the money I brought with me and didn't find a job."

"What can a foreigner who doesn't speak Chinese do?" Thomson rubbed his hair. "Then, I met your Uncle Song on the road. He saw me crying in a corner with a sad face, so he came over to find out what was going on."

"Huh, you're crying?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I don't even have the money for the return flight. Besides, crying isn't just for you girls."

"Then you went to work in his company?" Tang Xin asked.

"It was more like relief than work. What could I do when I joined their company? I had to learn everything. Fortunately, in the second month, we encountered some troubles when clearing customs for a batch of goods. My sister happened to be familiar with this area in the United States, so I asked her to teach me how to solve the problem. My boss was so happy that I got a promotion. He said that this was his first time doing international trade and he needed talents like me. But obviously he overestimated me," Thomson said self-deprecatingly.

"So I went home and started studying Chinese and related professional content desperately. Fortunately, my brain worked well. After a few months, I was able to work normally."

"That's really inspiring." I exclaimed.

"We're here, ladies." While chatting, Thompson drove the car smoothly into the hotel.

As soon as I got off the car, I felt something was wrong! This hotel is too high-end! The design of the square outside the door is magnificent, with a huge fountain and a magnificent exterior wall, just like a palace.

"There's no need for such a high-end hotel." Tang Xin felt it was a bit extravagant.

"This is what my boss ordered for you. The money has already been paid. Besides, for me, this little money is nothing."

This is the first time in my life that I’m staying in a luxury hotel. I just got off the plane and I’m in the United States, hiding here.

After escorting us to the room, Thomson waved and said goodbye: "Take care of your jet lag. I'll pick you up at 9 a.m. tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Brother Cruise~" I said to him with a smile.

"Yeah~" He pointed at me with his index fingers and posed, "See ya, my princess."

Chapter 1: Meeting the Parents ()

"America is a little different from what I imagined." I stood outside the balcony and looked toward the street. The buildings on the street were not much different from those in China except for some differences in style. Many houses looked very old at first glance. It is said that the streets in the United States are spotless and clean enough to sleep. Now I saw that there was still dust and a lot of garbage thrown on the roadside.

"What? Do you still think the air in America is sweet?" Tang Xin said to me while sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Don't cross your legs! It's bad for your spine!" I frowned and glared at her.

"Oh..." She put her legs down, patted her thighs, and motioned me to sit over.

I sat on her lap and held her arm: "When I first read Reader and Yilin, I was deceived too much by the public intellectuals!"

"for example?"

"For example, Japanese dishes have to be washed three times. A girl washed them twice and the store owner found out with a test paper..." I slapped Tang Xin's dishonest hand away, "Now that I think about it, there is no such test paper! However, if they were washed three times, the instrument could detect it."

"instrument?"

"Yes, it's a Geiger counter! After all, it has been washed three times with nuclear waste water, so isn't it normal to have some radiation?" I nodded.

"Hahahaha, Xiaomeng, you learn sarcasm very quickly!" Tang Xin was amused by me.

"Sure enough, it is necessary to go out and see the world." I jumped off her legs and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Tang Xin grabbed my hand and said, "Wash together?"

An hour later, we both lay down on the bed in our pajamas with flushed faces.

It may only be evening, but fight night has just begun!

……

The next day, at nine in the morning, Tang Xin and I woke up full of energy because we were going to her parents' house to give her uncle and aunt a surprise.

Thomson hadn't arrived yet. After eating a Western breakfast that I was not used to, Tang Xin and I waited in the hotel lobby for him to be our driver.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that I haven't prepared any gifts for your parents. It would be embarrassing to go to the New Year empty-handed." Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out from behind me. Doesn't this seem too impolite?

"No need. I was thinking of asking you to make some dumplings, but then I thought the temperature in the suitcase was so hot that the dumplings would definitely go bad. And I don't lack other things at home, so it would be a waste for you to bring them." Tang Xin shook her head, "Isn't bringing you the best gift?"

"But I always feel like something is wrong..." Although Tang Xin said this, I still felt a little uneasy.

Ten minutes later, Thomson drove his car to the hotel entrance to pick us up. According to the navigation map, Tang Xin's parents' house is about two hours away from the hotel. Calculating the time, it must be past lunch time when we arrive at their house.

"How about buying something to eat on the way?" Tang Xin suggested.

"Is there a supermarket nearby?" I suddenly had an idea and turned to ask Thomson.

"Yes, and it's a weekday morning, so it should be relatively empty. Do you want to buy something?" he asked curiously.

"Let's go to the supermarket first."

Actually, my plan is very simple. That is to buy some ingredients at the supermarket and bring them to Tang Xin's house to cook for her parents. This is simply a perfect way. First, I can satisfy her parents' stomachs, increase their favorability, and gain some advantages for myself.

However, the plan is perfect, but the reality is cruel. The ingredients sold in American supermarkets are very different from those sold in Chinese supermarkets. In addition to the huge variety of meat, there are basically only a few vegetables. I had no choice but to buy common ingredients such as beef, potatoes, corn, and eggplant. What's even more outrageous is the seasoning. Some common Chinese cooking seasonings are ridiculously expensive, but fortunately, the wealthy woman Tang Xin is here, so she can pay for it.

However, Tang Xin still had to pay for the gifts for the parents-in-law, which seemed a bit wrong. But Tang Xin didn't care at all. Instead, she supported my idea and thought it was the best idea.

Instead, Thomson was extremely surprised: "Why did you buy so many raw ingredients? We can't eat them on the road."

"You can cook when you get home, right?" I smiled. "For lunch, just buy some hamburgers, French fries, fried chicken or something to fill your stomach on the way!"

"You can actually cook?" Thompson was even more surprised.

"Is it strange that a girl can cook?" Tang Xin asked back.

"That's not the case. I'm just curious that the boss' daughter would cook. Besides, Chinese cuisine is much more difficult to prepare than Western food."

"After all, it's one of my hobbies." I scratched my cheek a little embarrassedly. It seemed that he didn't know my family's conditions and thought I was also a rich woman.

"That's amazing." He changed the subject, "By the way, do you watch anime? I loved watching it when I was in China. The Chukan King was just amazing. From then on, I fell in love with Chinese food!"

Thomson opened up his mouth like a Chicago typewriter, and talked to us about cartoons along the way, from Dragon Ball to Digimon, and from Japanese cartoons to American cartoons. Thanks to him, there were a lot of laughter on the boring journey.

As the car drove down the wide highway ramp, after passing a few blocks, we came to a villa complex with a pretty good environment. If there is any difference from China, it is probably that the houses are all wooden structures and the yards are ridiculously large. Although most people's yards are different, they are all cleaned and tidied very well. It can be seen that the living standard here is very high, worthy of being a big country with per capita resource consumption several times that of China.

A few minutes later, we arrived at our destination.

"I seem to have been here when I was very young..." Tang Xin muttered to herself as soon as she got off the car.

"Hey, didn't you live in Shanghai when you were a child?" I compared the house number Tang Xin sent me again to confirm that it was correct.

"Maybe here on vacation?" She walked up and rang the doorbell.

When we heard the doorbell, a woman came out of the house. When she saw us standing outside the door, she was stunned and stood there with her hands covering her mouth.

"Mom!" Tang Xin jumped up and greeted her.

"Oh my God, is it really your mother? My baby!" The mother, who had just reacted, ran to the fence gate and opened it for us.

"Mom, I miss you." Tang Xin threw herself into her mother's arms and lingered.

"It's really hard for you to run so far. Didn't your parents tell you that you would be back in a few weeks?" Her mother was touched and distressed, "Li Xiaomeng, you are here too. Why didn't you inform me in advance! You didn't suffer much along the way, did you?"

"No, I just wanted to give you a surprise. And with Uncle Thomson taking us there, it's not hard at all!" Tang Xin had had enough of being naughty, so she crawled out of her mother's arms and stood next to me.

"Who is this?"

"Teacher Song is a capable person in the company!" Tang Xin explained.

"Look at you, why are you still bothering Teacher Song!" Tang's mother frowned and said helplessly, "Not only do you often go there to eat and drink for free, but now you owe your parents a favor."

"Teacher Song is not an outsider!" I explained.

Mother Tang was a little confused, but Thompson interrupted her thoughts, "Okay, the princesses have been delivered. My mission is done! Call me if you need anything, I'm leaving now! See ya!"

"Don't you want to have dinner before leaving?" Tang's mother hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, no, it's not safe to go back and drive too late."

Chapter 73 Home

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?" Tang Xin's mother brought a plate of cherries and placed it on the reception table in front of our sofa. But she still seemed to be unable to believe her eyes.

"Because Tang Xin misses her parents."