Zhou Zhihan said: "That's not true! Don't say that you have been away from your hometown for so many years and have spoken little in your hometown. I have just arrived in the United States for less than half a year. The hometown dialect I speak now has a little distortion.

But this is normal. We Chinese and overseas Chinese need to use standard words when we meet, and we must use English to communicate with foreigners. Therefore, we usually speak very little in our hometown. Over time, if we don’t pay attention to it, it will make people feel a bit weird."

"Sound like it!" Cheng Xiping said in awkward Zhejiang dialect, "Ah, I can remember Gaxiang. I wait for the afternoon or another afternoon, and I probably don't know what Zhejiang Gang is!"

Zhou Zhihan smiled and took a glass of wine and said, "Uncle Cheng, have a drink and have a chat. I saw you busy before, and I didn't have the nerve to call you."

Cheng Xiping was not polite, and smiled and said, "Brother, what you said is so right. Now my words have become a messy one. Anyway, they are all Chinese, no matter what dialect they speak, they are all Chinese!"

"Yes, yes, what I said is so reasonable. Everywhere I go, I am Chinese, and every where I go." Zhou Zhihan handed a cigarette to Cheng Xiping, "Uncle, my name is Zhou Zhihan, you can call me Zhihan."

"Zhi Han! OK!" Cheng Xiping said, tilted his face and put the smoke on the flame handed over by Zhou Zhihan to ignite it, "Oh, by the way, Zhi Han, why didn't your friends come today?"

"Today I went to the beach with my friends and wanted to eat dumplings. I passed by you when I came back. They were busy and didn't come." Zhou Zhihan lit a cigarette himself, took a sip, and squinted his eyes, "Uncle Chen, are you a family opening a shop here?"

Cheng Xiping looked at Ganty Duff, who was full of praise for eating dumplings, and then said to Zhou Zhihan: "I am the only one here, my wife and son live more than 100 kilometers away.

My son is now integrated into American society, and he is working here to get married and have children. My wife helps take care of her grandson at home. I am too idle at home, so I like places where there are many Chinese and overseas Chinese. I have learned a few cooks from my father before and can cook some side dishes, so I set up a small shop and hired two shop assistants."

"Uncle is right. Whenever I rest, I always come to Chinatown. I feel very kind. Speaking, eating, and drinking are all Chinese customs and destinies, which are very real!" Zhou Zhihan said and gave Chen Xiping a drink, "Uncle, it is really not easy for you to live here alone. Come on, I'll give you a drink!"

"I'm used to it!" Cheng Xiping drank the wine, "Most of the people who come here to eat during the day are Chinese. They feel comfortable listening to Chinese and chatting about homework. They are busy all day. They have two cups of wine with their friends at night, and then close the store door and sleep until dawn.

I often go back to see my wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson. It’s great to live a down-to-earth and comfortable life.”

After chatting for a while, Zhou Zhihan stood up and asked, "Uncle, do you have a bathroom in your restaurant?"

"Yes, you go upstairs." Cheng Xiping pointed to the stairs and smiled, "That's it, if you have changed to ordinary people, I will just let him go to the big pit outside."

Zhou Zhihan also smiled and got upstairs, and came back in five or six minutes.

"I heard you chatting a few times yesterday. I am very touched by this old man! We in China can have more passionate young people like you. Alas, by the way, Zhihan, I heard you talk about 96 and what kind of performance they have, and what other fighters they have from the Japanese devils. I was very curious, but I didn't have the nerve to ask at that time, are we Chinese fighters strong or are the Japanese fighters powerful?"

Zhou Zhihan blushed a little: "Uncle Cheng, I won't tell him about this topic."

"Oh~" Cheng Xiping's face showed disappointment.

Zhou Zhihan burped and laughed, handed a cigarette to Cheng Xiping and helped light it: "I won't say anything to ordinary people, but Uncle Cheng is a normal person, so I'll talk to you about fighter jets! Oh, Uncle Cheng, I'll talk to you about Chinese and Japanese fighter jets, but this is a secret, you must keep it confidential!"

"Hey, you boy!" Cheng Xiping said and gently pushed Zhou Zhihan's shoulder, "I didn't expect that you actually trusted you so much. Just make this point, and I'll give you a cup!"

The two of them drank the wine. Cheng Xiping turned his head and shouted to the shop clerk: "Xiao Liuzi, bring my bottle of aged wine, and cut two braised pig tails for you to give Erhuazi a fried egg with locust flowers. If a customer comes, let him stir-fry a few dishes, and I will drink a few cups of uncle."

"Okay! Uncle Cheng!"

At first glance, Xiao Liuzi was a honest young man who was not at all careful. He was not tall and thin, so he turned around and went to get wine to make dishes.

Not long after, my friend Xiao Liuzi brought up a bottle of aged Xifeng wine, a plate of cut pig tails, and a plate of fried eggs with locust flowers.

Ganty Duff didn't know what the two were talking about, and she didn't want to know. She ate dumplings and drank beer, thinking that she had bought so many beautiful bikinis today, and she had to show off her in front of her good friends after she got home.

"Uncle Cheng, I tell you that our Chinese fighter jets have much worse performance than Japan. Take the Japanese Type 96 carrier-based aircraft for example. The performance is completely above our I15 I16 fighter jets. The engine of the Type 96 carrier-based aircraft can reach an astonishing 620 horsepower, exceeding the 520 horsepower of p26, and the Japanese airborne weapons are much stronger than ours."

Cheng Xiping nodded with a serious expression: "Is there a solution?"

"We have figured out the solution. Yesterday, I talked to those two elder brothers about fighter jets. Of course, this is a secret. I have never said anything except you.

As for some performance data of the fighter, you don’t understand it, so I won’t say much.” Zhou Zhihan drank a little too much, blushed and stuttered, “Come on, Uncle Cheng, I’ll give you another cup.”

"It's cold, drink less, it hurts your body."

"No... It's okay, Uncle Cheng, I... I... it's still early. I..."

It’s almost six o’clock when you have a good meal. Zhou Zhihan has to pay. Cheng Xiping said that he can’t accept it this time. Next time, I will bring you a bottle of Shanxi Laofenjiu for you to try it. Stew the pure Chinese flavor of the ground pot chicken. I will definitely bring your girlfriend.

Seeing that Cheng Xiping didn't charge any money, Zhou Zhihan stopped giving in. He stood up and said goodbye, drove Ganti Duff back to the hotel, and brought two bottles of the best Yanghe Daqu from Cheng Xiping and gave them back to the old cowboy.

I wonder if Yanghe Daqu mixes ice cubes with a different taste.

At this time, no police officers checked drunk driving. The main reason is that there were very few private cars at this time, and the road seemed wider. At night, there were not many cars on the road, and there was not even a policeman's shadow.

At 7:30 pm, when the last table of guests left, the restaurant closed.

As usual, after Cheng Xiping and all the guests finished walking, they quickly cleaned the restaurant inside and out with two young men, then cooked a few side dishes and drank a few cups with the two young men.

Work was late today, and it was not until eight o'clock that the two men left the restaurant. Chen Xiping closed the store door and put on a sling.

After closing the store door, Cheng Xiping re-checked all the doors and windows upstairs and downstairs to ensure that they are correct.

Using the hot water made from cooking during the day, Cheng Xiping took a hot bath in the bathroom, then sucked cigarettes downstairs one by one for half an hour, and confirmed that no one would come again. Then he turned off the electric lights in several private rooms, carried Chinese-style oil lamps upstairs, and walked into the bedroom.

At this time, Cheng Xiping's face under the shadow of the oil lamp seemed very calm, so calm that it was a little gloomy and terrifying.
Chapter completed!