On the other hand, even though Chinese restaurants have opened, Huang Dachui's tofu still doesn't taste as good as Zhao Dahua's. It's strange that Zhao Dahua can't make tofu as well as Huang Dachui's. Huang Wanzhen had no choice but to ask Zhao Dahua to teach Huang Dachui how to make delicious tofu.

The two people teach each other and help each other improve in different fields.

Finally, not long after the first snow fell, Zhao Dahua got her first rice cooker. From then on, she began her life of going to the market to buy food on her own!

Now when Zhenzhen brings her classmates back for lunch, Huang Wanzhen will call the Chinese restaurant in front of them and ask Huang Dachui to send it back. The Chinese restaurant has now hired two workers, one to wash dishes and the other to serve food.

After Su Jingyi came to eat a few times, she couldn't stop. She came at least once a month and sometimes brought her friends, most of whom were Chinese. Therefore, the Huang family's Chinese restaurant quickly became famous in the Chinese community.

Of course, there are Chinatowns in the United States, but most of the people living in Chinatowns are from Guangdong. The Chinese language learned by local Americans is not Mandarin at all, but Cantonese. People who have never actually been to China think that Cantonese is Chinese.

When Mrs. Huang found out, she curled her lips in disdain and said arrogantly, "No wonder Chinese food is so bad. What good food can there be in Guangdong?!"

"Eh? Mom, you can't say that. Cantonese cuisine is one of the eight major cuisines in China. If people knew you were slandering them like that, they would all attack you."

Huang Dongshi didn't care about that. In her heart, Beijingers were the noblest race in the world. What's more, she was born in the imperial city, which made her even more noble. Those foreigners knew nothing. Guangdong was Lingnan. They all made mistakes and were exiled there by the government with a single sentence: "Exiled to Lingnan."

"Don't try to learn from them. They're so stupid! You'll learn Chinese for so many years, but once you get to China, it'll all be for nothing. Our Beijing dialect is the real official language. You can go anywhere in China, as long as there are officials, there will be people who can understand it!"

Huang Wanzhen curled her lips, "Mom, go look in the mirror quickly, there are words on your face."

Mrs. Huang hurriedly pulled out a small mirror from her handbag and asked as she looked at herself, "Where is it? Where is it?"

Huang Wanzhen smiled and turned around, "It's right there on your forehead! 'Arrogant,' isn't it?! Thank goodness you're not Manchu, otherwise I'd have to tell you about the isolationism that followed arrogance, which not only harmed our own people, but also over fifty of our ethnic groups."

Mrs. Huang glared at Huang Wanzhen in anger, "You're just trying to be mean!"

Therefore, the Huang family is definitely an anomaly in Boston. They did not join the Chinese circle and huddle together with the Chinese in Boston. Instead, they only kept in touch with the Chinese in the Chinese circle who often came to their restaurant for dinner. The Huang family even had a tendency to integrate into the local circle. They maintained friendly exchanges with many American families, and the one with whom they had the closest contact was probably their neighbor, the Frion family.

Mr. Friant was a professor at the university, and Mrs. Friant, like most American women, stayed at home to take care of the children. She was very good at making the local high-sugar, high-calorie snacks and occasionally sent her children to the Huang family to deliver them.

Mrs. Huang Dong was the best at this kind of interpersonal relationships. When there was a meal at home, she would ask Zhenzhen to send over a bowl. When there were cakes at home, she would ask Zhenzhen to send over a plate. Even when there were cucumbers on the cucumber rack in the yard, she would ask Zhenzhen to send over two.

Mrs. Friant didn't like fruits and vegetables much in hot weather because they were very cheap in the market, but when winter came, the tomatoes and vegetables grown in the adobe house built by Huang Dachui were definitely Mrs. Friant's favorites. She would enthusiastically send chocolate cakes or super sweet cookies to her personally.

Not long after the following year, Su Jingyi opened a branch in Boston, and she followed him to do the early development work. To help with her stuttering, she moved directly into the Huang family and even took on the job of picking up and dropping off Zhenzhen. As she put it, if she didn't do some work, it would be embarrassing to eat and drink for free here.

"Hey! Jingyi, Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. My mom and her friends are making some rice dumplings to give away. Do you want any?" Huang Wanzhen said as she wrote under the desk lamp. "We're only planning on giving them to our Chinese friends. Americans don't like beans, and they don't celebrate Dragon Boat Festival, so we won't give them to them."

Su Jingyi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, painting her nails. When she heard Huang Wanzhen say this, she was stunned for a moment before saying, "Delivering to each household is too far. Why don't you just send a message and have a party? I'm here too, so we can just host it between the two of us. We're all international students, so it would be great if we could get together and chat!"

Huang Wanzhen thought for a while and said, "That's fine, but I want to invite Mr. Qiao over. Do you mind?"

Su Jingyi smiled, "The one who teaches at your school?"

Huang Wanzhen nodded, and Su Jingyi laughed, "Alright! He's not my teacher, so why should I mind? But we must write in our post that Mr. Qiao will be attending, so that no one will blame us!"

"Mr. Qiao may not attend. His mother is good friends with my mother. Elderly people like them definitely exchange gifts during holidays. I can't leave his family out when I have a party. I get the point. Whether someone from his family comes or not is not up to us to decide."

"That has to be written down, just in case!"

Huang Wanzhen held the Dragon Boat Festival party in a Chinese restaurant because she found that the most dangerous people when going abroad are not foreigners, but compatriots. They always come to you for help in the name of fellow villagers. If you help, the other party will have a bigger appetite next time. If you don’t help, they will morally blackmail you and make your reputation in the Chinese community bad.

Therefore, Huang Wanzhen was not very close to them. She only had more contact with those who liked Chinese food and often went to the restaurant to eat. Because the prices at the Huang family's Chinese restaurant were not low, those who often came here to eat had bulging pockets and would not shamelessly come up to them and ask for this and that.

Huang Wanzhen had only invited four or five people, and the remaining dozen or so were all invited by Su Jingyi. Huang Wanzhen greeted them all with a smile. To Huang Wanzhen's surprise, not only did Mr. Qiao come with his son Qiao Jingshu, but even Mr. Wang, a businessman, came with his youngest son and daughter.

Huang Wanzhen clearly remembered that she had not sent any invitations to the Wang family because she really did not like their youngest daughter, Wang Muqing. Oh! That was the little girl who threw money at Huang Wanzhen on the boat.