The significance of Thanksgiving is to thank some people and things you encounter in your life.

On this day of each year, the whole country of the United States is very lively, with many drama performances, costume parades, sports competitions, etc.

Since 1941, the U.S. Congress officially set the fourth Thursday of November as Thanksgiving every year, and holidays are usually from Thursday to Sunday.

Time is very good, so there are a lot of people going home from another place to reunite with their parents and friends.

In 1994, the price of air tickets was quite expensive. Compared with trains, buses took a long time. More people didn’t care about this little money. Even if they were so poor, there was no need to be afraid of credit cards.

Today, San Francisco International Airport staff in San Mateo County maintain order as usual.

The take-off and landing of private jets takes precedence over commercial aircraft, which is the default unspoken rule for major airports.

Airports are also listed companies, so they will naturally provide better services to the rich.

There is currently only one private champagne plane in the United States. I have been to San Francisco International Airport several times. The ground crew knew who it belonged to and quickly prepared a tractor for it. The plane was not reversed, so it was more convenient to pull it by the tractor.

The airport duty manager came to greet him in person. No matter who he knew, he would be the ones he could brag about with his friends in the future.

But from afar, I found that a few black and white things were clearly seen from the elevator. I couldn't help but think: "What the hell is this?"

Through the waiting room glass, the tourists' eyes were instantly attracted by these two guys. After taking a closer look, the flight attendant was holding a small one in his arms!

"Panda! It's a panda! Three!!" A heart-wrenching scream came!

"I actually saw that I was alive! Look at my daughter! Panda!"

"Where did it come from? Snow Mountain Investment Company?"

"It must be given to them by China! I know that Han Xuan likes animals, but they are all Chinese!"

There are only six pandas in the United States now, located in three zoos. Most people have never seen them before, so it is inevitable to be excited!

In an instant, everyone in the airport was surrounded, and there were crowds of people. Some passengers who got off the plane even forgot to walk!

Americans have a long history of loving pandas.

At the beginning of this century, the news that the first panda was smuggled to the United States was published in newspapers.

Thousands of people took their families to the port to greet them just to look at the panda. Even the most famous star in the world cannot be compared with the panda's attraction!

One of the middle-aged women ran towards the panda excitedly with their skirts. The security guards who were stunned by the pandas finally reacted and reached out to stop her.

The woman went immediately and took the bag and gave it to the security guard's head!

I was about to touch the adult panda Barry 19th generation, and was as clever as a panda, and immediately ran away...

He looked frightened and turned around from a distance, looked at the creature who was holding him up and cried and made a frightening fucking fortune after he was pulled.

The whole family took a shower in Washington last night and was warmly greeted by President Clinton's daughter.

The disease inspector also helped to make a spa, but in fact he just held them and trampled them, which was similar to a massage.

At this time, they were all white and black, and their appearance was adorable.

In the helicopter parked not far away, Gabriel was watching this scene.

He came to pick up the pandas, but he was not in a hurry. When a few flashes were on, the zoo was behind, so he opened the door and jumped out of the helicopter and held the little barrie in his arms.

The female panda naturally followed in. After calling the lazy Bari 19th, she flew south regardless of the passengers' slap the glass and shouted.

...

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon.

A gap broke out from the black clouds, and yellow light passed through it and spread on the sea.

In the villa kitchen.

Han Xuan was carefully watching a German chef's chopping vegetables, and unknowingly discovered that cooking was actually very interesting.

Especially Western food, you can feel a sense of exquisiteness and artistic meaning, mixed in the kitchen.

Selecting Shanghao Xueshan Ranch brand turkey, rich oil, delicate meat, and delicate knife skills. The wildness of brushing oil on the turkey butt made Winnie drool.

I went out to see the ginseng black chicken soup cooked by the Chinese chef in the yard. I had been stewing it for more than two hours.

There is no range hood installed in the villa kitchen, so the kitchen can only be temporarily built outside.

A young chef in his twenties named Wu Tao saw Han Xuan staring at the big clay pot and swallowing, and smiled and scooped out a small bowl to give him a taste.

I only put two slices of ginseng to enhance the flavor and soaked it in hot water in advance. Even if the child drinks it, it will be fine.

Han Xuan blew the hot air, and the thick soup was in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

After eleven years of coming to the United States, it seems short-lived compared to the rise and fall of a city.

But for Han Xuan, it was enough to create a strong nostalgia.

This is the smell of salt, the smell of mountains, the smell of wind, and the smell of sunshine.

It is also the taste of time and the taste of human kind.

These flavors have been mixed with the hometown, fellow villagers, nostalgia, thrift, perseverance and other emotions and beliefs over the long period of time.

Just now he was down, and then in his heart, making him almost unable to tell which one was the taste and which one was the feelings

Well, I won’t make up the word count, but this is actually a bowl of chicken soup.

For Chinese Americans, you can eat Chinese food anywhere, and there is no difference, but my nostalgia for my hometown is real.

Han Xuan smacked his lips and said in Chinese: "It's a bit lighter. My family has a strong taste. Leave some soup for me and make rice tomorrow morning."

The Chinese chef named Wu Tao nodded, "As soon as Americans don't like too much salt, so I'll cook it separately."

"I heard that your accent is from Yanjing?

Will you roll on as a donkey?”

"Of course, I was in the Oriental Hong Cooking Chef School, and the first dish I learned was to roll on donkeys, but there was no glutinous rice.

Ya! You cat stole my food again!

...It can tell that I'm scolding it, it's glaring at me, right? This place in the United States is evil.

I heard that your grandpa is coming later? Isn’t that good at eating the dishes I cook?

You may not know that he is in our Chinese circle, but he is a real big shot. I didn’t expect that I would have this day too!”

Han Xuan is the only one here, and the chef is quite relaxed.

Han Xuan asked him: "How long have you been to the United States?"

"It's almost a year since my uncle's hotel went bankrupt, and I was in Los Angeles.

The dilapidated place in China Street is not as good as my alley. If it weren’t for the high salary, who would have been willing to come? Do you think so?

Your grandfather just helped us to clear the sewer and renovated my sixth uncle's old house. I have to go to San Francisco to work again. I really cared about it.

I used the chef's certificate to apply for technical immigration, and Boss came here.

I heard that I brought it back to China, the Yidao here can be used as ten yuan for RMB, but I don’t know if it is true.

My sixth uncle was fooled by learning to cook, and he was also fooled by coming to the United States. If I could really make ten yuan for Yidao, then I would have become a household in 10,000 yuan?!"

“You can’t speak English?”

“Not.

When I entered the pass by a steamer, I almost detained me. Fortunately, I studied for a few days temporarily.

When someone asked Waidi Jiu Controlling the Mother Rabbit, Marecon, he replied, "Don't, rabbit belly, Cook."

Others say Riet, or nodding..."

Seeing his serious look, Han Xuan listened to his speaking again, and his stomach hurt so much that his stomach hurts, he secretly wiped away his tears: "You have been here for so long, but haven't learned it?"

"Who said I didn't learn it, my colleagues don't know how to speak English, but there is a very skilled sentence. I think about it, what's the name...

Ah! By the way!

ho.muh.one.night!”

When Han Xuan heard this very authentic American English, he choked the chicken soup and sprayed it out of his nose!

I was so laughing crazy!

"What does it mean? They won't say it after asking."
Chapter completed!