The night on Red Street is a confusing night.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a romantic blur.
It's the confused Hei Ge who makes you leave the world uncontrollably.
So dinner on Red Street always starts not too late.
People who distribute relief also want to complete KPIs early and run away before dark.
So Sani brought Cheng Daqi to Hong Street early, just to catch up with the meal time.
"There is prawn pizza for lunch today. It's a pity that you didn't come to eat it."
The black girl walked in front and complained to Cheng Daqi.
"But the water I receive is the cheapest kind. Are you really hooking up with a rich woman? Chan."
Thinking of those three boxes of VOSS that she had never drunk before, the black girl's tone was a little erratic.
"I will never be a soft-boiled person. I want to be a Sigma man."
Chatting between friends is nonsense.
You say something, I say something.
If it hurts, apologize and continue pulling.
"Sigma men? I only know little Jiji men. They say that you Asians are all little Jijis."
Affected by the environment in which he grew up, Sani's words of tiger and wolf are really unabashed, straightforward and quite explosive.
"Tell me who they are and I'll send my fellow readers to teach them a lesson!"
Cheng Daqi was not angry. He was not a dog that was hit, so there was no need to react violently.
"I don't think it's a big deal. The little one is cute, isn't it?"
Sani is gentle, and her gentleness is more subtle and tortuous than Lisa.
Lisa's tenderness is direct and can be felt directly by you.
Sani's tenderness is subtle. She will give you a wound first, and then wrap it up tenderly.
Cheng Daqi is not interested in these two beauties. Now he just wants to take pictures and use the materials to make interesting videos.
Those who seek wealth are prosperous, while those who seek love are in a state of embarrassment.
Every day on the streets of America has different activities. As long as you record them well, you can make videos.
Once the traffic is large, you can make money no matter what you do, such as selling fans, selling attention, selling advertisements, and selling various American products.
"That yellow dining car, hurry up, let's get in line quickly."
Sani pointed to a yellow dining car in surprise and asked Cheng Daqi to go over and line up together.
Cheng Daqi looked at the yellow dining car with curiosity, feeling a strange sense of disillusionment in time and space.
I watched the lecturer's video in my previous life, and this yellow food truck was regarded as the best by the homeless people on the red street.
The lecturer even called it a rare monster.
A legendary adventure in the Cyberrun universe.
The yellow food truck, no, it’s the golden legend!
Even in the lecturer's video, there was a reading guy who waited for the yellow dining cart to be refreshed every day.
The reading boy was holding a book and reading aloud to the wall, just waiting for this dream car.
Today, Cheng Daqi actually saw the story come to reality with his own eyes, which gave him a great sense of expectation.
"Get in line, Houmi, please get in line!"
A black aunt organized the team very responsibly and pushed people who wanted to take shortcuts back into the team one by one. She was a volunteer at this food truck relief site.
“Is the food really good here?”
Sani rolled her eyes at Cheng Daqi. She felt that sometimes her neighbor was extremely smart, and sometimes he was too stupid to be a normal person.
"Look at this team and guess whether it tastes good or not."
Is the length of the line proportional to the level of food at the relief site?
Cheng Daqi feels that hard-working sociology college students in China can write a paper based on this.
"Look, today it seems to be broth, bread and purified water."
Sani did an eye scan for Cheng Daqi and found out what the golden legendary monster was spawning today.
"It doesn't feel like anything special."
Cheng Daqi really didn’t think there was anything special about these foods that made people wait in line for an hour.
"It's not that it's delicious, but the food here is fresh and the taste is not bad. Although many relief centers distribute food, it may not be fresh or even expired."
Sani's explanation dispelled Cheng Daqi's doubts.
He watched the lecturer's videos frequently. The level of meals provided by street soup kitchens in the United States was indeed uneven.
As the sun gradually set, the queue became shorter and shorter, and finally it was the turn of Cheng Daqi and Sani.
"GOD bless you, can you give me two bottles of water?"
Water is a necessity, and if you become a big pot, you can collect it as much as you can.
As he spoke, he held up his cell phone, wanting to take a photo with the white lady who was cooking.
"god bless you too, of course you can!"
The white volunteer lady who was cooking was also very cooperative. She raised her hand and made a V sign to the camera.
Not only that, she also stuffed two bottles of water directly into Cheng Daqi.
"Thank you, miss, you are generous!"
Cheng Daqi smiled and thanked this kind-hearted old sister.
However, it was probably the first time for this white lady to see such an enthusiastic and confident Asian, so she asked curiously.
"Where are you from?"
Faced with this kind of problem, Cheng Daqi was naturally not careless at all.
He spoke clearly, his tone was calm, his face was sincere, and he answered without changing his expression.
"I come from Japan! thank you, miss, i'm Japanese!"
Cheng Daqi even said it twice!
You must be an islander when begging for food.
Who made them like to say that they were Chinese when they did bad things outside in the past few decades?
Must boomerang hard!
Sani actually likes to walk behind Cheng Daqi.
At this time, she could look at Cheng Daqi without him knowing.
She didn't think it was like her, but there was indeed a lot of mystery about her neighbor.
Looking at Cheng Daqi's back, Sani had too many questions in his eyes.
Who are you?
How did someone like you become a homeless person?
Do you like rich women very much?
"I think we need to find a place to eat first, otherwise the broth will get cold later."
The Asian neighbor's words interrupted Sani's thinking, and the black girl planned to go to the river to eat.
"Go to the river. There are many people by the river at night."
The evening in Saint-Loduo is still beautiful.
The sun is no longer so bright, and a little dimness that belongs to the night is faintly blurred, putting a filter on this huge city.
Under the filter, the poop is gone, the garbage on the ground is not so conspicuous, and the environment looks great.
Cheng Daqi placed the food on the fence by the river and ate the bread with broth.
“The taste is okay.”
Golden Legend lives up to its reputation, not only is it hot, but it also tastes good.
It is approximately equal to 0.8 Shaxian snacks and 0.7 Henan spicy soup.
"This is your first time to eat. In fact, if you eat too much, it will only be the same. The main thing is freshness. The most terrifying thing for us homeless people is not the safety problem, but the unclean food. Many times, in order to fill our stomachs, we eat stale food. Want to eat."
The black sister’s voice is a little quiet.
Cheng Daqi nodded silently.
California’s welfare expenditures have never decreased and are even rising year by year.
With such a big budget, what comes to the homeless man’s mouth is pitifully little.
"Chan, can I ask you a question?"
Sani seemed to want to ask something.
'Ding! '
News came on the phone, it was Eris, the neatly bearded organizer holding the sign, the West Coast agent.
“Chan, your interview that day was broadcast live by the b***h-raised ABC, it was broadcast live!
I remember we talked about that opinion being mine, remember?
Now I have to talk to you! "
