Red beans, barbeque sauce, tea leaves, all the prices rise
Encumber the whole family, low salaries are just not enough
Till there is not one drop left in the soy sauce bottle
That's enough, this price increase has to stop
Everyday, every year, prices increase
Pushes people to dead ends
I pray to God to give me a pair of wings
So I can fly to the moon and make a living there
And I won't have to be afraid of the price increments no more
Every merchant wants to increase their price
And everyday those prices rise and rise
It's nothing, it's just me who was born to complain
In this inflationary atmosphere
Getting angry and pissed off is just inevitable
Let's see what the order is.
Three orders of sweet and sour pork ribs. Damn, same dish everyday!
I really don't get it. Is it really that good?
Sweet and sour pork ribs.
Damn, the smell makes my stomach sick!
Where is the milk?
Damn it!
Kitchen work sucks!
The chef needs to try to work hard for a living.
And us students?
We also need to work hard for a living! Damn.
Let's meet again and we'll talk more.
No Bak Choy, only stir fried Gai Lan.
That's too oily.
I want roast duck. But it's too oily!
What about the steamed grouper?
That's good.
Chan Hong is my childhood friend. We went to university together.
We both studied aeronautical engineering.
He was a very good student, always the top one in class.
I was ranked 45th in the class, and there were 46 students in all.
After when he arrived in America, he got a job.
But you know, it's different. There is nothing you can do.
The Americans don't want you to work in aeronautical engineering!
They want you to make spring rolls...
What?
You know what? Next time the Americans order this thing again, you tell them...
Well, Chinese are very concerned about their dignity. Truly.
If you want to be a real Chinese in America,
the only way is to...
Well, here in America,
people treat you like a foreigner.
We've been here for over 100 years.
Half a million Chinese here for more than a hundred years.
You only get to live once in a lifetime. This is a pity.
Other people live their life doing something meaningful.
Footprints all over the world
See through the prosperity of foreign lands
Paradises and fairylands are all a dream
Couldn't find my home all along
Rosy clouds covered the sky in the place far away
When will I be able to see the clear sky
See my descendants laugh joyfully under the bright sun
Huge buildings full of a thousand million lights
Where lies my home
Huge buildings full of a thousand million lights
GET INVOLVED IN POLITICS
You're here. How are you?
I'm good. Where have you been?
I just finished giving a speech at the Chinese Cultural Center.
What was the speech about?
About the development of Chinese culture in San Francisco.
Oh, San Francisco.
Yeah. People usually think that Chinese culture is simple.
They think it's all about food, but it's actually not that simple.
Chinese culture is very rich and colorful.
There is a cultural difference between the north and the south.
The ancient and the modern cultures are especially different from each other.
Right? Just like the narrative styles in Chinese literature.
In northern literature: "The lofty sky is deeply blue, the vast wilderness not seen through.
The wind lowering grass in green. Sheep and cattle are easily seen."
It describes the northern scenery.
And it's different in southern China.
These are the moods of southern China.
Same as in traditional opera.
The operas in northern China are like this.
Here you can feel the moods from the north.
And in southern China, the traditional Cantonese opera is different,
you can tell.
It is all very special.
Nah, you are being too nice.
You seem to be laden with anxiety lately. What's going on?
I am looking for a missing friend.
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