Chapter 20 Contradictions

Just after dawn, Zhen Fan's phone rang, he hung up, and continued to sleep. But the phone rang persistently, again and again, and Zhen Fan finally lost his sleepiness.

"Speak, Sarah!"

Zhen Fan yawned, stuck his head out of the thin quilt, and looked out of the window with blurred eyes. There were few people outside. This small town is far from the noise and rush of the big city of Los Angeles.

"Sorry for disturbing you so early!" Sarah said in a slightly apologetic tone.

"Oh, since I feel disturbed, I'll hang up!" After finishing speaking, Zhen Fan really hung up the phone, and then retracted his head into the thin quilt to continue acting like an ostrich.

The phone rang again.

Zhen Fan muttered dissatisfiedly, pressed the answer button, and heard a very aggressive tone in it: "Damn bastard, can't you talk well..."

"Oh, so I was the one who disturbed you, sorry, I hung up!" Zhen Fan pressed the phone again, then turned it off, covered his head, and fell asleep again.

Zhen Fan was still a little dazed until breakfast. Three hundred thousand dollars, not RMB, and all I do is insert a few silver needles in other people's heads. Is there any faster way to get money than this? Of course, although this is accidental, it can't change the reality that 300,000 US dollars has already been obtained.

In the end, Zhen Fan came to a conclusion that being an actor, being a famous actor, especially being a famous actor in Hollywood is a career with a much more promising future than Chinese medicine, but it has little or nothing to do with him!

Thinking about it this way made me feel a lot calmer.

Before breakfast was finished, there was an urgent knock on the door!

"Who? If you don't report your name, I'll call the police!" Zhen Fan had already seen the distraught Sarah outside through the cat's eyes, and couldn't help making a joke on purpose!

"Damn it, it's me, Sarah, Zhen, open the door, don't let me get a search warrant!"

Zhen Fan opened the door, and then a gust of wind blew, Sarah rushed in, sat down on the sofa, stared at Zhen Fan, stood up again, and took a can of drink from Zhen Fan's refrigerator.

"Crack!" With a sound, Sarah opened the can, and Sarah sat down on the sofa again, her relaxed body stretched out on the sofa, letting out a long and comfortable hiss.

It's too much to treat yourself as a guest.

Zhen Fan was speechless, so he had to sit down too, a little far away from Sarah.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Sarah questioned, but after drinking a can of drink, she became much less angry.

"I'm sleeping!" Zhen Fan said to Sarah solemnly, "There is a saying in China: You can't do two things with one mind, that is to say, you have to concentrate on doing one thing. If you sleep with all your heart, you can't answer the phone! Sorry! !"

Seeing Zhen Fan's serious expression, Sarah couldn't hold back the sound of "Puchi", and sprayed the soda on Zhen Fan's chest.

"sorry!"

Sarah was going to get up and wipe him off.

"Is this Chinese humor?"

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "It seems so, but I'm telling the truth!"

"I also believe what you said...Damn it!" Sarah swears again, "I came here to tell you that we have arrested the owner of the coffee shop, his name is Gail Clutter, you are right, We found something of great value among his wife's belongings!"

"Then... congratulations!" Zhen Fan stretched out his hand,

shook hands with Sarah.

"Of course you also participated in this, so this time..."

"You don't need to say thank you, I'm your advisor! Isn't it?" Zhen Fan acted very generously and gracefully.

"I came here this time to ask you, is that woman yesterday Kristen Stewart herself? How did she get in touch with you? Oh, should I say how did you know her?"

Obviously, Zhen Fan misunderstood the meaning again, and retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment, rubbing his nose.

"It's a chance, the celebrities are much closer now, maybe you will meet the president in my room one day, of course if I invite him!"

"Is this also Chinese humor?"

This time Sarah didn't find it funny, but just snorted, expressing her incomprehension.

"If you are here to sign, I can do it for you. I will prepare lunch later!" According to Zhen Fan's Chinese meaning, I am going to cook now, and you should go home!

But obviously, Zhen Fan ignored the national conditions of the United States, Sarah nodded excitedly, and said to Zhen Fan: "The Chinese food you cook is delicious, do you want me to help you? What are you going to eat today?"

Speechless! Zhen Fan was immediately dumbfounded. It turns out that China's national conditions are indeed not suitable for the US's national conditions. It seems that from now on, we should be more direct, too polite, and people will misunderstand.

"dumpling!"

"Dumplings? I like it!"

In fact, Sarah has never eaten dumplings. Although there are Chinese restaurants, she never ordered them. Word of mouth, or closer, word of mouth at Christine's is good!

"Come and help!"

Zhen Fan couldn't see Sarah sitting there idle, so he pulled her over.

Making flour, rolling dough, mincing meat, and making dumplings, Sarah participated in the whole process excitedly, and personally made two superb dumplings with floral skirts. To be precise, they should be flour dumplings with thorns Pack meat.

"Zhen, I didn't expect the dumplings you made to be so beautiful!"

Wearing plastic gloves, Sarah held up a dumpling made by Zhen Fan and praised it enviously.

"Dingling" the doorbell rang. Zhen Fan walked over and opened the door. Christine was at the door. When she saw the door opened, she yelled excitedly, and then hugged Zhen Fan, her two feet in high heels were still kicking. .

"Zhen, thank you so much, God, do you know? I slept so well yesterday, it's all thanks to you, thank you so much!" Christine screamed, wanting to leave another mark on Zhen Fan's face. imprint.

"It's Christine!" Zhen Fan quickly stopped her and said to the kitchen. Then let Christine in, "It's Sarah, you met yesterday, from the California Special Investigation Bureau, and I'm her consultant! Colleague!"

Christine also blushed, but luckily she didn't bring her lips together, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, and she immediately quieted down. The quiet Christine looked like a perfect lady.

"Is that Christine? I'm sorry, I'm making dumplings, and Zhen is teaching me!" Sarah deliberately raised her two plastic-gloved hands and smiled at Christine to show that she was busy.

"Dumplings? I've eaten them in Chinese restaurants. They taste good. I didn't expect you to know how to do them!"

Christine's interest was also raised, and she stood up from the sofa, looking eager to try.

"Don't go there, don't mess with her, she didn't make dumplings at all, she was making dumplings with meat filling!" Zhen Fan hurriedly stopped her, "I'll give you an injection, are you on the sofa or in your room? Li? Well, I mean, you might be tempted to sleep during the needle injection process, but here...it's too messy!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Sarah.

"Right here!" Christine smiled, glared at Zhen Fan, and then leaned on the sofa in a very comfortable position. Zhen Fan took out the silver needle from the study and began to prick her.

"Hey Zhen, what are you doing? Acupuncture?"

"Do you know acupuncture?" Zhen Fan couldn't help asking.

"Of course I know, this is not a rare thing, I have had acupuncture before, but to be honest, it is not as magical as the legend!"

"You're wrong, it's more miraculous than the legends, and it can cure my dreaminess!" Christine couldn't hear Sarah's bad words about acupuncture, and now she is the beneficiary of acupuncture, so of course she can't tolerate others' slander.

Sarah froze for a moment, then got very angry, and was about to refute.

"Okay, Sarah, go make dumplings, I'll come over later!" Zhen Fan said to her.

"Are you a doctor?"

Sarah ignored him, staring at him and asking.

"What does it matter? I'm a doctor!"

"Nonsense, you can't be a doctor at all. How long have you been in the United States? It's impossible to get a medical license. You are practicing medicine illegally!"

"Who told you I'm not a doctor anymore? In China, I'm a very professional doctor!"

"This is America!" Sarah looked unhappy, and glanced at Christine who was already a little angry.

"Enough, Sarah!" Zhen Fan couldn't help it, "Go and make your dumplings!"

Sarah's complexion was not good. Zhen Fan had never spoken to her in such a strong tone, which showed that Zhen Fan was indeed a little annoyed, and took off his plastic gloves resentfully.

"Zhen, I'm quitting, goodbye!" Sarah was angrily, and was about to open the door. After opening the door, she turned around and said to Christine, "Goodbye, you are so stupid!"

With a bang, the door closed, and then the sound of a car starting outside was heard.

"You should go after her!" Christine looked at Zhen Fan sympathetically.

"Why?"

Zhen Fan looked at Christine puzzled.

"Can't you see? This woman likes you!"

Zhen Fan suddenly smiled, then shook his head, Christine only saw the surface, how could it be?

"What about the dumplings?" Christine looked up at Zhen Fan! "

"Don't move, it won't be good if you move the needle again!" After Zhen Fan finished speaking, he inserted the last needle and clapped his hands, "You sit here and rest, you may really want to sleep, if you want to, just sleep Come on, when you wake up, we will have dumplings, if you want!"

"Of course I want to eat it!"

Christine smiled, then yawned big, and wanted to say something, but felt a little confused in her mind, and her head felt heavy. By the time Zhen Fan put on the plastic gloves, she had already let out a heavy snort. Christine was already soundly asleep.

When she woke up, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and she had slept for two hours. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she couldn't be surprised by the impression of this room when she woke up. She stood up, went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face, and returned to the living room.

"It's ready, how about you?"

Zhen Fan smiled and brought out a large plate of steaming dumplings, as well as plates and chopsticks filled with sauce and vinegar.

"do you need my help?"

"Yes, come and help eat dumplings!"

"Ha——you really—" Christine couldn't help laughing, pointed at Zhen Fan, sat down, and put a dumpling into her mouth with difficulty.

"It tastes good, better than me..."

"Stop, don't talk about this, eat dumplings, don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, it's our Chinese tradition!" Zhen Fan blocked her mouth that was about to boast.