Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Next comes processing the tomatoes. According to the old Yankee way of eating them, they are either sliced ​​and put into hamburgers as a side dish, or boiled, peeled, and stewed with chopped onions and green peppers to make a sauce, which is then sealed and stored in jars.

So when Max saw Majack cut the tomatoes into chunks, his anger continued to rise.

With a whoosh, I saw the olive oil in the frying pan start to smoke, and then I poured in the beaten egg mixture.

Don't stir it with a spatula yet. Let the egg mixture and oil fully combine. When large bubbles appear, lift the pan handle and flip it over to continue frying the other side.

Add the tomatoes to the pot and flatten them with a spatula to force out the juice.

"Don't just stand there, future gourmet, hand me the sugar."

He took the large bag of sugar from Max and started sprinkling it into the pot.

We need to consider the target audience. Someone who considers sweet and sour chicken a signature dish of Tokyo University is truly exceptional.

Once the basic flavor profile was established, Ma Jieke skillfully stir-fried the ingredients while searching for suitable seasonings to add to the pan.

Black pepper is definitely out of the question, and garlic powder is also a no-go; they simply don't go together.

After much consideration, I decided to add five-spice curry powder and the essential ingredient, apple cider vinegar.

You can eat sweet and sour scrambled eggs with tomatoes all you want, even if your father is shot while you're eating here, you wouldn't feel bad.

After pouring the finished product into a plate, Max curiously picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup and egg, and put it in his mouth.

Then her entire state of mind changed from "I can't do it, Your Majesty" to "A crow flies an airplane."

"Oh my god! This is so delicious!"

This was immediately followed by an exaggerated reaction, similar to that of the character Little Chef: "Magic! Jack, tell me quickly, this must be some mysterious magic from your East, right?"

"Ahem, this is just a very common home-cooked dish in our country. Unless you don't have long hands, anyone can make it."

After a few words of modesty, Ma Jie immediately began preparing the second dish—fried garlic-flavored sausage.

This is much simpler. Just cut the sausage into small octopus shapes, coat them with a thin layer of batter mixed with garlic powder and egg, and deep-fry them until golden brown and set.

When eating, you can pair it with ketchup, mustard, hot sauce, or Worcestershire sauce according to your personal taste.

Looking at these two dishes that he had never seen before, and which looked and smelled delicious, Max was so moved that he almost cried: "Jack, can you teach me to cook Chinese food? I'm willing to pay you to be my cooking teacher."

"No need for that," Ma Jie grinned. "But if you'd let me use the shower, I can teach you a couple of tricks for free."

"What's the big deal? You can come and wash every day from now on, the water is free."

Max readily agreed to his request, which solved a major problem for MaJack.

In America, it's difficult to find public bathrooms, let alone bathhouses; you'll generally only get showers.

The very few places that can provide bathing facilities for the homeless are either government-run shelters, which are similar in size to hotels and have all the necessary facilities.

However, this requires an appointment and qualification approval. Even if you get a spot, you still have to sign a lot of restrictive agreements, such as not being allowed to smoke marijuana or drink alcohol, having to return by a certain time, etc., and there are dedicated people responsible for supervision.

This raises the question: over 90% of homeless people are chronically dependent on tobacco, alcohol, and painkillers like fentanyl, preferring to go hungry rather than give up.

Therefore, people who apply to live in shelters are fundamentally different from homeless people on the streets. Most of them are people who have gone bankrupt and may have been driving Teslas and living in luxury apartments before.

Secondly, there are free bath carts that randomly appear in the poor streets at unpredictable times and locations, which are a rare and hard-to-find resource.

Often, by the time you realize it, there's already a long queue, and time is very tight. Each person gets only 2 minutes of water, and once the water tank is empty, the charity time is over.

Why is the average lifespan of homeless people so short? They won't starve to death; the rate at which they burn fat can't keep up with the refresh rate of the relief food trucks.

The vast majority of cases are caused by neglecting personal hygiene over a long period, leading to various chronic diseases that ultimately kill them.

With the RV owner's permission, Ma Jieke was able to enter the shower room as he wished.

Max leaned against the glass door, mimicking a Chinese line he'd heard from an American TV show: "Take a good shower."

Damn! That shout made Ma Jieke laugh so hard he almost fell over; it was even more catchy than Quentin Tarantino's masterpiece.

He quickly stripped naked, and the moment he turned on the showerhead, Ma Jieke felt that this was even more pleasurable than having sex.

The warm water jets poured over my hair and body, like the hands of a goddess of nature, constantly massaging every inch of my skin and pores.

Silky smooth, pleasant, and like a gentle spring breeze, the fatigue of the day vanishes in an instant.

However, seeing the water level dropping rapidly on the electronic display screen, Ma Jie didn't dare to waste too much time.

After all, it's someone else's property; you can't treat it like your own home.

I grabbed the shower gel from the shelf, squeezed it out a few times, and applied it evenly to my body. It had a faint rose scent.

But when it was time to put it back, it suddenly came across a very strange-looking object.

It's long, pink, and has lots of small bumps on the surface... I think it's an electric massage tool?

If you're really that rich, you can even enjoy a relaxing bath. Technology really does change lives.

Wait... where are my underwear?

Just as Ma Jieke was drying himself with a towel and preparing to put the ammunition away, he discovered that not only were the underwear hanging on the door gone, but his short-sleeved shirt and shorts had also disappeared.

"Max, Max, what are you doing?"

After calling out twice without getting a response, he had no choice but to wrap a towel around his waist and walk barefoot out of the shower room.

"Little Pudding, where's your mom? Where did she take my clothes?"

Fanny was licking her cheese-covered fingers when Max returned from outside. Just as she was about to speak, Fanny was licking her cheese-covered fingers.

Those burning eyes kept lingering on his bare abs, and my heart couldn't help but race.

However, having been through it all, she didn't let herself be controlled like a lovesick fool and forced herself to calm down.

"You're done washing so quickly? I thought you'd be taking a while."

"Saving water is everyone's responsibility." Ma Jieke looked like a caveman: "Where are my clothes?"

"What clothes?" Max's eyes were strange, a slight smile on his face. "Are you talking about that tattered short-sleeved shirt, or those shorts that can be used as a rag? Don't mention your underwear that's a million times more bacteria than the standard. I almost threw up when I threw it away."

"This...is it really that serious?" Ma Jieke was extremely embarrassed by what he was being told. In his mind, only mothers would discipline their sons like this.

Max tossed him the neatly folded clothes she was holding: "I got these from Jimmy. Just wear them for now. I swear to God, it won't affect your attractiveness to girls."

"Jimmy?" Ma Jie was taken aback. "What size is he? What size am I? Are we the same size?"