Since discovering that Zhao Dahua and Huang Dongshi cared too much about other people's opinions, Huang Wanzhen found trouble for them.
Under the pretext of helping them adapt to the language environment as quickly as possible, Huang Wanzhen asked everyone in the Huang family to speak English.
What? Zhao Dahua can't do it? No problem! We have Huang Dongshi!
Huang Wanzhen asked Huang Dongshi to teach Zhao Dahua English and gave them a dictionary so that they could look up words they didn't know.
As for Xiuqing, Huang Wanzhen specially drew several patterns of clothes, all of which were decorated with lace, and asked Xiuqing to make them according to Huang Wanzhen's measurements. She even let her draw the lace edges herself.
Zhenzhen was taken care of by Huang Wanzhen, who gave her a few pages of exercises to do every day and borrowed children's books from the library for her to read, of course all in English.
So, after a few days, the style of the Huang family changed again. Huang Wanzhen's clothes became more and more high-end and classy, and the others also spoke fluent foreign languages.
Especially the old lady, who would babble out a long string of French from time to time.
Those who originally looked down on the Huang family were almost shocked. You know, in this era, being able to speak fluent foreign languages in China is something that people are proud of, not only among ordinary wealthy people, but also among the wealthy and powerful upper class.
The Huang family became a strange sight in the first-class cabin, and more and more people began to pay attention to them.
But they still seem unaware of themselves, doing what they should do every day, without being affected by the outside world at all.
In this way, the Huang family stayed busy on the boat for more than half a month.
One day, after the ship docked for supplies, the food in the free cafeteria was drastically changed. While there was still Chinese food, it tasted much stranger. The tomato and egg dish had been replaced with beaten egg in a red broth. The vegetable buns were gone, leaving only meat buns, which tasted particularly muttony. Huang Dongshi, who already had a poor appetite, immediately vomited.
Huang Wanzhen quickly put down her knife and fork and handed her some water. "Drink some water to reduce the smell."
Mrs. Huang looked at Huang Wanzhen with tears in her eyes and said, "I want to eat steamed bread with soybean paste."
Seeing that Mrs. Huang was in such a state, Huang Wanzhen felt distressed and said, "Dahua brought a few bottles of soybean paste, and Manager Lin also sent a few bottles of fermented tofu. I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll see if I can ask Dahua to make some pancakes for you. The dough for the pancakes has to be fermented tomorrow, and Dahua needs to make the dough."
Xiuqing hurriedly stood up and said, "I'll take the Madam back. You can eat your meal, Miss."
Huang Wanzhen pressed her hand towards her and said, "Sit down and continue eating. When you're done, go back and take care of your wife. I'm full." She wasn't just full; she clearly wanted to eat the pancake with sauce. Huang Wanzhen thought that it would be even more delicious if it had some green onions.
Huang Wanzhen sent Huang Dong back to her room, then returned to the restaurant and bribed a waiter to introduce her to a Chinese chef. Unexpectedly, the chef's surname was also Huang.
"Oh my! What a coincidence! My last name is Huang, Huang Wanzhen. Maybe we were one family five hundred years ago. My mother is old and isn't used to boat rides. Now her spleen and stomach are a little upset. She wants to eat some traditional Beijing food. When you're not busy, let our cook use your tools to make something for my mother."
Huang Wanzhen couldn't just rely on her words. When one is away from home, money is the backbone of a person and the stepping stone to get things done. While chatting and laughing, she stuffed a colorful bill into the cook's hand.
Chef Huang's face immediately turned into a smile. "No problem, come over at two o'clock in the afternoon."
After Zhao Dahua knew about this, she became more energetic. Before, she had to cook and clean the house every day, but after getting on the boat, there were waiters cleaning every day. If she needed anything, she could just tell the waiters. Zhao Dahua suddenly had no place to work. She also had to eat meat every day. Her heart was beating fast, as if she was sick, and she was anxious every day.
To show off, Zhao Dahua not only made pancakes, but also egg-filled pancakes and pork and scallion pancakes. When Huang Wanzhen carried them back to the cabin, they attracted a lot of attention.
A man named Qiao, in his thirties or forties, dressed in a dark suit and appearing polite and refined, approached Huang Wanzhen and said, "Hello, Ms. Huang. My name is Qiao, and I'm from Shanxi. My mother loves noodles, but she hasn't had much of an appetite lately. I see you have quite a bit of noodles here, so could you share some with me?"
Huang Wanzhen looked at the plate of pancakes in her hand, then turned to look at the two plates in Zhao Dahua's hand and asked directly, "What kind do you want? We have pancakes, egg pancakes, and pork and scallion pancakes."
There were so many choices that Mr. Qiao didn't know what to choose. The pie can be eaten with vinegar, which is appetizing, and the egg-filled pie has a rich flavor...
"You put soybean paste in this egg pancake?"
Huang Wanzhen shook her head. Just as Mr. Qiao showed disappointment, Huang Wanzhen said, "There's no soybean paste in the kitchen. Let's go back and make some."
"Ah? You brought soybean paste?" Speaking of soybean paste, in the north, every family makes it by themselves. It is not considered presentable on ordinary days, but northerners love it. If they don't eat it for a long time, they will miss it.
Huang Wanzhen saw Mr. Qiao's expression and immediately became wary. "I only brought one bottle. I was planning to open it and eat it in the United States, but my mother wanted to eat pancakes with sauce, so I opened the bottle in advance."
Huang Wanzhen's vigilance was indeed correct. Not long after Mr. Qiao left with the egg-filled pancakes dipped in sauce, an old lady in a brothel jacket and skirt entered the cabin. The old lady was leaning on a phoenix-shaped cane in one hand, and Mr. Qiao supported her with the other. She said politely, "We Shanxi people are the best at making noodles, especially the ones made with soybean paste. I took one bite and wanted to eat a second one."
After saying that, the old lady turned around and took a bottle from a teenage boy. "This is our homemade vinegar, five-year-old vinegar, so flavorful! Paired with noodles, it's a delicious dish you'll never tire of. I'll show you my cooking skills tonight."
Mrs. Huang was always hospitable. Seeing someone bring gifts, she naturally gave out a bottle of soybean paste and said with a smile, "Try my elder sister's Shanxi noodles tonight. Let Dahua help you. She's very strong, so you can just give her instructions."
"No problem, no problem." Mrs. Qiao smiled as she took her son and grandson back to the cabin. As soon as she entered the room, she said, "I was so busy bringing vinegar that I forgot to bring soybean paste. I'll make a few more jars next year."
Mr. Qiao said, "One pot is enough for us to eat. Mom, I'll make noodles tonight, and you can just wait and eat them."
Old Mrs. Qiao glared at him. "A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen! Ever since you married that foreign woman, you've become increasingly unmannered." As she spoke, Old Mrs. Qiao touched her grandson's head. "When we get to America, you can't leave Ah Shu to that foreign woman to raise. If you want to raise a child, have one yourselves!"
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