But when Mr. Qiao said this, does it mean that he no longer regards himself as an outsider?

Chen Nian is not willing to over-interpret the other party's words, but in some cases, you still need to think more.

"Then he deserves it." Chen Nian said while thinking in his mind.

This sentence is indeed spoken from the heart.

Others have given you a chance to live, but you don't cherish it and commit petty theft... Are you so unable to control your own hands?

"Shopkeeper Qiao, I have another question, that is, he doesn't have to worry about food and accommodation here. It's better than mining anyway, so why would he steal it again?"

Qiao and Yong used chopsticks to cut the meatloaf into small pieces and set it aside.

In contrast to the original size of the meatloaf.

"I gave him meat to eat, but he felt it was not enough and wanted the bigger piece." Qiao Heyong used chopsticks to order the smaller piece and then the larger piece. "People, you can't be too greedy, and he

The money I took was all spent on the woman's belly, so I just looked at you again."

"You are a good boy, so you don't have to worry."

Chen Nian has decided to work hard here since before.

Learning art is not something that happens overnight.

"Shopkeeper Qiao, I really want to learn your craftsmanship, because I don't want to spend this life in a haze. Although I am just a clerk, saying this may make it appear that I want everything, but I think it would be hypocritical not to say it.

I'll show you that I'm worthy of having you teach me your craft."

"As for women, I don't have that thought, and I actually have someone in my heart."

This is said from the bottom of my heart.

Mr. Qiao appreciated these heartfelt words very much.

He nodded, which means he understood.

After talking for a while, Chen Nian finally turned his attention to the food, but by this time the soup had become lukewarm.

But this is also the last soup in the pot.

They bought about the same amount at noon, and by the time they had the staff meal, they only had about three or four nights of sagai left.

Mr. Qiao drinks something clear.

Aging dries out the soup underneath and its ingredients.

So this bowl has chicken feet, chicken necks and a lot of scallops and so on.

The Laohuo soup that has been cooked all morning is extremely rich and has a very rich aroma. The taste of medicinal herbs, chicken, and seafood are perfectly blended together.

He directly picked up the bowl and took a big sip along the edge of the bowl. His eyebrows jumped involuntarily.

“So fresh!”

First, the ingredients are simmered over a strong fire to bring out the flavor, then various seasonings are added, and then slowly simmered over a slow fire.

The process is not complicated, but very particular.

Sure enough, such delicious food comes at the cost of ventilation, and generations of Cantonese people know that they will have to be ventilated, but they still can't let go of this pot of nourishing Laohuo soup.

As for those aged chicken feet, chicken necks, etc. that Qiao and Yong looked down upon, they actually liked to eat them.

The meat has been completely stewed and can be removed with just a light slurp.

So satisfying!

"By the way, Shopkeeper Qiao, I want to go out and shave my head this afternoon." Chen Nian said suddenly.

"Shave your head? Go ahead and record it in my account then." Qiao Heyong obviously didn't care much about this.

But Chen Nian still felt the need to clarify: "Master Qiao, I want to kick them all off, I don't want braids anymore."

"Why?" Qiao Heyong raised his head, squinted at Chen Nian, and asked meaningfully.

"Because Chen Nian is a Han Chinese, Han people did not need to do this in the past. They did not start shaving their hair until the Manchus entered the customs. But now that we are overseas, I don't want to keep it anymore, and it is inconvenient to do things with braids."

"Do you know that your body and skin are affected by your parents?" Qiao Heyong's face showed no emotion at this time.

Chen Nian didn't know what the other party was thinking, but this thing was a matter of principle. If it didn't work, Chen Nian would rather not learn it. Even if the task failed, he would have to cut it off.

"My parents in this world sold me here. Moreover, this kind of saying had already been broken when the Manchus shaved their heads and grew braids." Chen Nian insisted.

It's just that he can't say that this thing is a bad habit or feudal dross. After all, he still has to take Mr. Qiao's face into consideration.

Hearing this, Mr. Qiao suddenly smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't be nervous, it's just a head shave. My son has already shaved his head."

"Let's go after tidying up the kitchen and shop. Take some money with you when you go out in the afternoon. After shaving your head, go to the drugstore next to you to buy some American ginseng, wolfberry, chicken bone grass, kudzu root, lotus leaf, and king flower. I'll also buy some in the shop.

There won’t be much left. When the time comes, you can tell the storekeeper this and tell me to use it for making soup. He knows how much I want.”

...

San Francisco is located in California in the western United States, and in this city with a population of only 7.8 million, there are more than 100,000 Chinese living there.

The location where the Glory Hotel is located is just one of the busier streets in Chinatown.

Most of the signboards on both sides are in Chinese, but there are also some English mixed in.

Most of the people on both sides of the street are dressed the same as myself, but occasionally you can still see old-fashioned cars driving by.

The place where I got my haircut was some distance away from the Guangrong Hotel. As I walked, Chen Nian looked at the scenery on both sides.

Occasionally, some older girls passing by were dressed more colorfully, but that was because they had family here and would not be sold into prostitution.

But among the people coming and going on both sides, only the children are the happiest.

They have not experienced the hardships of their ancestors and do not need to worry about life.

Their soft and smooth faces are in sharp contrast to the dark and ravaged faces of their parents who lead them.

When I arrived at the barber shop, Chen Nian walked in and said, "Go bald!"

"Okay!" The boss didn't ask why. In fact, it's become normal here.

He picked up the razor, dipped it in water, and sharpened it on the whetstone nearby. The sharpness shone with a cold light.

Then I dried it with a towel and started scraping it on my scalp.

When Chen Nian saw his boss, who was in his thirties or forties, he started chatting with him.

“The boss’s skills are very good.”

"Yeah, we used to practice with melons."

Age: "???"

He suddenly became nervous.

Because Chen Nian thought of Oolong Yuan that he had seen when he was a child. The fat master practiced shaving his head with a melon, and when someone called him, he would just throw the razor onto the melon.

After getting used to it, when I actually shaved someone's head, I would just throw it on the head...

"Boss, please pay attention. I don't have much hair on my back, and it will be shaved off in a while. We can't be distracted."

"Hahaha, hahaha, don't worry, pretty boy. I've been cutting hair in Chinatown for more than ten years, and everyone knows my craftsmanship. I've never seen blood in all these years!"

As he spoke, he accidentally sneezed.

The hand shook.
Chapter completed!