My American magical life

Many times, people can't control their own feelings.

This inability to control is unrelated to willpower.

The different hormone secretions within the human body can affect mood fluctuations; in extreme cases, they can even replace your brain in making decisions.

For example, if you take drugs and the intense stimulation leads you to a state of unconsciousness.

Or if you work out a lot, the fatigue of your body can influence your desires.

And so on.

Lisa was now caught in a strange mood.

She had thought she was just having dinner with an interesting homeless man after their collaboration.

Just a meal, no big deal.

But Cheng Daqi's wrangling had completely messed up her mood.

A meal?

Looking at the food on the table, all she could think about was revenge.

They had already split the bill, she was determined to eat more than Cheng Daqi!

According to the theory of emotional peaks in male-female interactions, Lisa had now entered a 'ramped-up' state.

If Cheng Daqi had known her long enough.

She would definitely forget the unpleasantness of her encounters with Cheng Daqi today and only remember having eaten a lot of delicious Chinese food and having a fun time.

In other words, people will forget the specific details in their memories and only retain their emotions.

Strong emotions are enough; whether they are good or bad can be entirely controlled later.

This logic is highly counterintuitive.

Take, for example, the interactions between Cheng Daqi and Lisa.

The underlying key element is—whether Cheng Daqi can bring her enough positive emotions in their future interactions.

As long as there are enough positive emotions, the initial displeasure will become a fun anecdote in memory.

This interaction logic is essentially a modification of strengthening first impressions.

No matter what method you use, you must leave a first impression, an extraordinary one (extremely useful in relationships, personally tested and effective, but don't break the law when applying it).

"Cough! Cough... Cough... F**K, what is this?"

Her throat felt like it was exploding, the spicy flavor of authentic Sichuan cuisine swirled in her nostrils, stimulating Lisa's nasal mucosa.

This blond "big white chick" trying Sichuan cuisine for the first time was so spicy that her nose started to run.

What made her furious was that Cheng Daqi not only seemed indifferent to her embarrassment, but he also took out his phone and started filming.

Damn auto mechanic!

Lisa was numb.

What kind of rare Sigma male was this?

A thousand Dollars for two hours of security, brought to a meal that was spicy enough to contort one's face.

Now, not only was he not exhibiting gentlemanly laughter, but he had also captured her unflattering state on camera.

Cheng Daqi truly challenged her stereotypes about Asians.

Polite?

If anyone tells me again that Asians are polite, I'll stab them with my high heels!

The spicy flavor was so intense that Lisa's tears were spinning in her eyes, and she glared at Cheng Daqi, fiery-eyed.

"Come on, have some tea to soothe your throat."

Cheng Daqi smiled and refilled Lisa's cup with tea.

On the second day of starting in hell as a homeless man in America, I made a blond "big white chick" gaze at me tearfully with deep affection.

Yep, no problem.

"You're eating too fast, take it slow, don't rush."

Hearing Cheng Daqi's calm consolation, Lisa felt annoyed.

It's so spicy that eating even half of it now seems impossible.

In a single day, this man in front of me has tricked me twice, so infuriating!

"Is this what your Chinese cuisine tastes like? So spicy, where's the deliciousness?"

The female manager from OC Perfume started to pick faults.

She wanted Cheng Daqi to admit that choosing Chinese food was a mistake.

Pointing with a fork, Cheng Daqi answered, indicating the dishes on the table.

"Many people think of chili peppers as a seasoning, but chili peppers give us a sense of pain. This pain makes our bodies mistakenly believe we've been 'hurt,' causing the secretion of endorphins, and giving us an ultimate dining experience."

"You're eating too quickly, just take it slow like me,"

Lisa hesitantly picked up another piece of the boiled beef, somewhat awkwardly putting it in her mouth.

The rich spiciness and the multidimensional fragrance fermented on her taste buds.

This time, not only did she not choke on the spicy flavor, she even experienced that 'endorphin' rush.

"Hmm, alright, I admit it's actually pretty good."

"Next time you can try a different cuisine, Sichuan food is just a small category of Chinese cuisine."

"What do you mean, what is Sichuan food?"

"Sichuan cuisine is to America what California cuisine is, and there are many other regional Chinese cuisines as famous as Sichuan food, such as Shandong, Huaiyang, and Cantonese cuisine, to name a few."

"Maybe I'll give it a shot, I'm fed up with French food and pizza."

Their lunch ended amid intermittent chit-chat.

Lisa accompanied Cheng Daqi to the bank to withdraw his payment.

Watching the Tesla drive off into the distance, Cheng Daqi touched the Dollars in his pocket, feeling greatly reassured.

Even though a thousand US Dollars couldn't truly change his predicament, having money in his pocket was always more comforting.

When one has nothing at all, a single penny can really weigh a person down.

As for Lisa, at best, his relationship with this girl was that of an interesting collaborator.

They had just met, and there wouldn't be any cross-over until he secured legal status.

However, since Lisa was a local from Saint Rodu, it would be good to keep in touch with her in the future, considering her as a contact.

Clearing his jumbled thoughts, Cheng Daqi decided to first visit a Chinese immigrant advisory agency to understand the issues related to his illegal immigrant status.

Now he can't rent a place, obtain a work card, or get a job, making everything inconvenient.

The system's identity recognition could only change how others perceived his identity, not help him change his actual status as a vagrant.

For instance, the system could make others see him as Irish, but it couldn't directly transform his identity into being Irish.

So Cheng Daqi still had to hustle for his legal status.

Being a traditional hub for Chinese immigrants, Ding Fatzi Square was home to a number of Chinese travel agencies and immigration consultancy firms.

Many of these companies also hung 'hiring' signs outside, with Chinese notices indicating 'no passport, no status, we're still hiring.'

They acted as labor brokers on Ding Fatzi Square, also part-time brokers for illegal Chinese immigrants looking for under-the-table jobs.

Cheng Daqi found an agency with the sign 'Li Haiping Immigration Consultation' and walked in.

A bit of trivia: in many niche service industries, shops directly named after the owner tend to be more reliable.

Of course, this is just a broad conclusion under big data, not applicable to specific exceptions—after all, there are always exceptions.

"Hello, I'd like some consultation, is now a good time?"

The receptionist was a teenage girl. She was preoccupied with enemies in the canyon when Cheng Daqi walked in.

"Ah? Consultation? Dad! Someone is here for a consultation!"

Hearing Cheng Daqi speak Mandarin, the young summoner didn't lift her head and just cast a summoning spell.

Glancing at her game record, the Rammus top lane was going 0/11/2, Cheng Daqi gave a wry smile.

Any reader lords could easily crush her underfoot.

"Hello, welcome, welcome, please sit here, let's sit down and talk,"

A middle-aged Chinese man with glasses and a bald head came down from the second floor and escorted Cheng Daqi to a seat.

"My name is Li. Which particular issue would you like to learn more about?"

The middle-aged man prepared tea while smoothly transitioning into work mode.

"I'm not much of a distinguished guest. Just call me Xiao Cheng. Mr. Li, are you from Taiwan?"

In a foreign land like America, Cheng Daqi needed to first ascertain the background of this boss.

Networking is always necessary, no matter where you are.

And he used a Cantonese accent tinged with Min Nan dialect, ensuring that regardless of where Li Haiping was from, the conversation would go smoothly.

Owners of Chinese businesses in America come from many different places, but Fujianese, Hongkongers, Taiwanese, and people from Guangdong province make up a substantial proportion.

Cantonese with a Fujianese twist is the best choice when mingling in the Chinese-American circle.

Cheng Daqi, after many years of hustling in Egret Island, could easily mimic this accent.

"Haha, although they call this place 'Little Taipei', in recent years, many Mainlanders have arrived, and the Taiwanese have mostly moved out. I'm from Bengbu, Anhui, and I've been in America for over a decade,"

Li Haiping replied with a smile, slightly surprised as he sized up the young man in front of him.

Cheng Daqi was dressed in sportswear, and at first glance, Li Haiping thought he had encountered a clueless youth.

But once Cheng Daqi spoke, he knew this person was not easy to fool.

Speaking Cantonese with a bit of Min dialect, using 'life' as a form of address—it was hard to pin down his background.