The American Scripture

　　 As soon as the day lighted up, Zhen Fan's phone rang, hung up, and continued to sleep. But the phone rang persevering, time and time again, finally making Zhen Fan sleepless.

　　 "Go ahead, Sarah!"

　　 Zhen Fan yawned, sticking his head out of the quilt, looking out the window with blurred eyes. There are few people outside. This small city is far from the noisy and rush of Los Angeles.

　　 "Sorry to disturb you so early!" Sarah was slightly apologetic over there.

　　 "Oh, since I feel bothered, then I hang up!" After speaking, Zhen Fan really hung up the phone, and then retracted his head into the thin quilt and continued to be an ostrich.

　　 The phone's ringtone rang again.

　　 Zhen Fan muttered dissatisfied, and pressed the answer button, and he heard a very aggressive tone: "Damn bastard, can't you just speak well..."

　　 "Oh, it turns out that I disturbed you. I'm sorry, I hung up!" Zhen Fan once again turned off the phone, then turned it off, covered his head, and fell asleep again.

　　 Zhen Fan was still a little confused until the breakfast. Three hundred thousand U.S. dollars, not RMB, and all you do is just insert a few silver needles into someone's head. Is there anything faster than this? Of course, although this is accidental, it can't change the reality that 300,000 US dollars have been obtained.

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

　　 Thinking of this, I feel much calmer.

　　 Before breakfast was finished, there was a rapid knock on the door!

　　 "Who? If you don't give your name, I will call the police!" Zhen Fan had already seen Sarah who was furious outside through the cat's eyes, and couldn't help but joked on purpose!

　　 "Damn, 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 in. Sarah rushed in and sat down on the sofa, staring at Zhen Fan, stood up again, and took a can of drink in Zhen Fan's refrigerator.

　　 "Click!" With a sound, she opened the can, Sarah sat on the sand again, her relaxed body stretched out on the sofa, making a long and comfortable hissing sound.

　　 is too bad for himself as a guest.

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

　　 "Why didn't you answer my call?" Sarah asked, but she felt a lot less breath after a can of drink.

"I'm sleeping!" Zhen Fan said to Sarah solemnly, "We have a Chinese saying: One mind can't do two things, that is to say, you must concentrate on one thing. If you sleep with one mind, you can't answer the phone! Sorry! !"

　　 Looking at Zhen Fan's serious face, Sarah couldn't help but sprayed her soda on Zhen Fan's chest.

"Sorry!"

　　Sarah wants to get up and wipe him.

　　 "Is this Chinese humor?"

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

"I also believe what you said...damn it!" Sarah broke out another swear word. "I came here to tell you that we have arrested the owner of the coffee shop. He is called Gail Klatt. You are right. We found something very valuable in his wife’s remains!"

　　 "So...Congratulations!" Zhen Fan reached out and shook Sarah.

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

　　 "You don't have to say thank you, I am your consultant! Isn't it?" Zhen Fan behaved very generously and decently.

　　 "I came here to ask you, was that woman Christine Stewart himself? How did she get in touch with you? Oh, how did you know her?"

　　 Obviously, Zhen Fan made the wrong meaning again. He retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment and rubbed his nose.

　　 "It's a chance, nowadays celebrities have become more intimate, maybe you will meet the president in my room someday, of course if I invite him!"

　　 "Is this also Chinese humor?"

　　 Sarah didn't feel funny this time, she just hummed her nose to express her incomprehension.

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

　　 But obviously, Zhen Fan ignored the national conditions of the United States. Sarah nodded in excitement, and said to Zhen Fan, "The Chinese food you cook is delicious. Do you want me to help you? What are you eating today?"

　　 speechless! Zhen Fan was immediately stunned. It turns out that China's national conditions are really not suitable for the US national conditions. It seems that from now on, it will be straightforward. It is too polite and misleading.

　　 "Dumplings!"

　　 "Dumplings? I like them!"

Sarah has never eaten dumplings. Although there are also Chinese restaurants, she never order them, but this time it is different. Zhen Fan's craftsmanship is still good, whether it is the reputation of the little girl Claire or that of Anne and Thomas. Word of mouth, or closer, the word of mouth in Christine is good!

　　 "Come and help!"

　　 Zhen Fan couldn't see Sarah sitting idle, and pulled her over.

During the whole process, Sarah was excited to participate in the process of making flour, rolling dough, mincing meat, and making dumplings, and personally made two top-quality dumplings with lace skirts. To be precise, they should be thorny flour dumplings. Wrap meat.

　　 "Zhen, I didn't expect your dumplings to be so beautiful!"

　　 Sarah, wearing plastic gloves, held up a dumpling made by Zhen Fan, admiring it enviously.

　　 The door bell rang. Zhen Fan walked over and opened the door. Christine was at the door. Seeing the door opened, he shouted in excitement, then hugged Zhen Fan. Two feet in high heels were still kicking. .

"Zhen, thank you so much, God, do you know? Yesterday I slept so well. This is all your credit, thank you so much!" Kristen screamed, trying to leave another one 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, I am her consultant! Colleague!"

　　 Christine also made a big blush, but fortunately, he didn't put his lips together, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, and he calmed down immediately. The calm Christine was like a perfect lady.

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

　　 "Dumplings? I have eaten them in Chinese restaurants. They taste good. I didn't expect you to make them!"

　　 Christine's interest also picked up, and he got up from the sofa, looking eager to try.

"Don't go, don't go with her, she didn't make dumplings at all, she was making glutinous rice **** with meat fillings!" Zhen Fan quickly stopped her, "I will give you a needle, whether you are on the sofa or in the room In? Well, I mean, during the needle, you might be tempted to sleep, and here...it's too messy!"

　　 said, but looked at Sarah.

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

　　 "Hey, Zhen, what are you doing? In acupuncture?"

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

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

　　 "You are wrong, this is more miraculous than the legend, it can cure my dreaminess!" Christine couldn't hear Sarah talking bad about acupuncture, and now she is the beneficiary of acupuncture. Of course, she cannot tolerate slander by others.

　　 Sarah was taken aback, then was very angry, and was about to refute.

　　 "Okay, Sarah, let's make dumplings, I'll be here later!" Zhen Fan said to her.

"Are you a doctor?"

　　Sarah ignored him and stared at him and asked.

　　 "What does it matter? I am a doctor!"

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

　　 "Who told you that I am not a doctor? In China, I am a very professional doctor!"

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

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

　　Sarah's face is not good-looking, Zhen Fan has never spoken to her in such a heavy tone, which shows that Zhen Fan is indeed a little annoyed, and she takes off her plastic gloves angrily.

　　 "Zhen, I quit, goodbye!" Sarah was angrily, going to open the door. After opening the door, she turned to Christine and replied, "Goodbye, it's so stupid!"

　　 "Boom!" The door closed, and then I heard the sound of cars starting outside.

　　 "You should chase her!" Kristen looked at Zhen Fan sympathetically.

　　 "Why?"

　　 Zhen Fan looked at Christine in confusion.

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

　　 Zhen Fan suddenly smiled, and then shook his head. Christine only saw the surface~www.readwn.com~ How could it be?

　　 "What about dumplings?" Kristen looked up at Zhen Fan! "

"Don't move, another needle won't stick!" After Zhen Fan finished speaking, he took the last stitch and clapped his hands. "If you sit here and take a break, you may especially want to sleep. If you want, you can just sleep. Well, when you wake up, we will have dumplings to eat, if you want to eat it!"

　　 "Of course I want to eat it!"

　　 Christine laughed, then yawned a big yawn, still wanting to say something, felt a little confused in his head, and his head became heavy. When Zhen Fan put on the plastic gloves, she had already let out a heavy snort. Christine has fallen asleep deeply.

　　 When she woke up, it was eleven o'clock in the morning, and she slept for two hours. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she was no longer surprised by the impression of this room when she woke up. She stood up, washed her hands and face in the bathroom, 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 saucers and chopsticks.

"do you need my help?"

　　 "I want, come and help eat dumplings!"

　　 "Ha—you really—" Kristen couldn't help but laughed, pointed at Zhen Fan, sat down, and put a dumpling in his mouth with great effort.

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

　　 "Stop, don't talk about this, eating dumplings, not talking and sleeping, our Chinese tradition!" Zhen Fan blocked her talk.