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Chapter 3 Tofu House

3575 Wilshere Avenue, for those who are not familiar with Koreatown, is just an ordinary house number.

But for the residents near Koreatown, especially the international students who traveled across the ocean to study in Los Angeles, this place name is of great significance.

"Welcome to BCD Tofu House! Who are you?"

BCD Tofu House is a legendary restaurant in Koreatown, Los Angeles, and one of the most well-known brands of Korean food in North America. At the end of the 80s, Li Xishu traveled across the ocean with her husband and children to Los Angeles. After receiving a bachelor's degree in graphic design from Santa Monica College, Li Xishu chose a path of success that is most popular among Asian immigrants-opening a restaurant.

Li Xishu is named after his hometown Beicangdong, and the special food tender tofu soup is the main dish.In Korea, soft tofu soup is not a popular and common dish compared to doenjang soup and kimchi soup.But it is such a dish that is considered unpopular in Korea, and Lee Hee-sook made her own flavor. She innovatively added various side dishes such as seafood and beef to the soft tofu soup, and served it with her original secret spicy sauce. , BCD Tofu House quickly became popular in the Asian community in Los Angeles.

Today, BCD Tofu House has become a catering group spanning the east and west coasts of the United States, and is called "Korea's McDonald's" by the New York Times.Of course, this is not because the taste of tender tofu is similar to cheeseburgers, but because BCD Tofu House 360 ​​is open 24 hours a day, all year round.

Whether you want to drink a bowl of hangover soup late at night, or you want to eat a meal to relieve your nerves in the morning, the production and taste of BCD Tofu House are consistent, and have not changed for decades.

For Asian students studying at USC, the BCD Tofu House, which is only 3 miles away, may not be their favorite food sanctuary, but it must be the canteen they frequent.

A pot of tofu soup, a small yellow croaker, and several appetizers have witnessed the youth of generations of Asian students from blooming to passing away.

Han Yi is no exception.

If he had a dinner appointment with his classmates, he would never choose this restaurant.If you want to eat Korean food, you will go to Jianghudong BBQ or Shannong soup two streets away. If you want to eat Japanese food, you will go to Little Tokyo in the city center for food. San Gabriel, Arcadia and Rowland Heights to the east.

But when he was alone, Han Yi would always choose to avoid the peak dining hours and drive here alone.Sitting by the window, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of spicy tofu soup.

In a foreign country far away, there are always many lonely times alone.

"One."

Han Yi nodded to his old acquaintance and smiled.

"Welcome back!"

The front office manager is a thin, middle-aged man with slender black-rimmed glasses. In the past four years, Han Yi and him have had countless conversations like this.Seeing Han Yi, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, appearing gentle and friendly.

"Your favorite seat is still vacant."

"Thank you." Han Yi nodded, and sat down at the table next to the window in the penultimate row.

"Still the same?"

The waiter in charge of ordering also had a very familiar face, with a neat ponytail tied to the back of his head, and a kind face spread out like a pancake, this aunt was very familiar with Han Yi's preferences.

"Kimchi Beef Tofu Pot, very spicy. More..."

"A glass of ice Coke."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay, come right away."

In four years, Han Yi never chatted with any of the employees of BCD Tofu House, he didn't know their names, and they didn't know his.In this public place where people come and go, neither side seems to have time to add a few words of concern.

But even so, they could recognize Han Yi at a glance and knew his preferences by heart.

This feeling of familiarity and strangeness, closeness and separation is the fundamental reason why Han Yi chose to come into contact with the new world for the first time here.

Still immersed in shock, hesitation and a little bit of excitement, he didn't know how to face his relatives in another time and space, but he needed a safe enough environment to digest this adventure.

The past seven years have been really hard. Every turn of the hour hand puts a heavier weight on his shoulders, making him just remember to breathe hard and bow his head forward.

Who would have thought that he would get a chance to do it all over again?
The raw eggs are dissolved in the soup, and the tofu, beef and kimchi are tightly wrapped under the stirring with silver chopsticks, forming a unique and wonderful flavor.Tofu hotpot is not a universal delicacy, after all, there is nothing that can be called a real delicacy in Korean food.

But Han Yi ate very seriously. With each bite of chewing and swallowing, the memories of seven years ago and the past seven years gradually became clearer.

"Buy the bill, thank you!"

Han Yi wiped his moist eye sockets, and raised the volume. An unknown amount of time had passed, and the tofu house had already become full of voices.

"The total is $19.64."

He took out the Chase bank card in his wallet, put it in the small black tray at the checkout, and let the front office manager take it to the counter.Han Yi also wanted to try the authenticity of this card one last time.

"It's been paid, have a nice day!"

The payment was successful, and the last trace of doubt in Han Yi's mind dissipated. There is no doubt about the authenticity of today's adventure.

He really has $500 million.

Han Yi stared blankly at the bill and card handed back by the manager, and sat there for a long time.

The catastrophe that troubled the whole family in the previous life and dragged himself into the vortex was not even a fraction of the money.

Won't be going through it all over again.

Thinking of this, Han Yi, who came to this world, finally washed away all the negative emotions in his heart, and his whole body was overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the windfall and the relief of the rest of his life.

Without hesitation, he signs $20 in the tip section of the bill.

Within reason, he wanted to convey this joy.

Just as Han Yi's brush left the paper, the mobile phone on the table vibrated and glowed again.

Now Han Yi is very sensitive to the movement of this mobile phone. As soon as the screen lights up, he grabs it and examines it carefully.

Two text messages.

A consumer text message from Chase Bank costs $19.64.

A text message from... Chase Bank, earning $39.64?

"The last period of life ended with sacrifice and dedication, and this period of life begins with gain and satisfaction."

Push information pops up in due course.

"We encourage any spending that gives you positive emotional feedback, in the form of cash rewards or other forms, and the specific amount is based on the strength of the positive feedback. Note that if you make consumption that violates the laws of your location, you will be fined and confiscated twice amount spent."

"Once again, do what you're supposed to do and live your life on your terms."

That is, you can get more money just by spending it on what you like?
The more you let something you like, the greater the reward you can bring to yourself?
What kind of fairy world is this?

In just two hours from waking up to now, Han Yi's processor was a bit overloaded by the intensive bombardment of information that subverted the world view one after another.Dizzy, he walked out of the restaurant, sat in the waiting area outside the BCD Tofu House, lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and tried to sort out the context of the matter.

What is the expenditure that can generate positive feedback for yourself?
What kind of positive emotion is the strongest and can lead to the highest reward standard?
What kind of life goals can I accomplish with this mechanism?
Han Yi is a smart person. In fact, to be admitted to the University of Southern California in Rongcheng in 2012, talent is not too stupid.In just ten minutes, Han Yi patiently peeled off the mess in his mind one by one.What should be done, what you want to buy, what you can try, what you can't touch... a magnificent game of life slowly unfolds in his heart like a scroll.

With the blessing of strong capital, those dreams that were once only dared to imagine at night for a moment and then shelved, have also been smeared with a bit of a real background.

At ten o'clock sharp, Fernando Gonzalez's phone call, accompanied by the ringtone of "Don't Stop Believing", pulled Han Yi out of his world.

"Mr. Han, the car that picked you up has arrived at the designated place. Where should we wait for you?"

(End of this chapter)