Chapter 89 - Birthday

For Americans, the nineteenth birthday is actually nothing to celebrate.

You can get a driver's license at the age of 16, and you can drink at the age of 21. That is their important birthday worth celebrating.

Laila has no interest in birthdays, but her mother, Janet, does. We must know that Laila almost died more than a year ago, and every day after that seems to be a grace from God. How could such a birthday not be celebrated?

Not be able to hold back her mother's wishes, Laila had to be a good daughter and gave her her full responsibility for the birthday arrangements.

That day, the weather in New York was more comfortable than usual, at least Janet thought so. Early in the morning, she took her daughter out, walked all the famous streets as if filled up with oil, and bought them all.

Even if it is not used at all, Laila will just take out a credit card and buy it immediately if she takes one more look. In the end, Laila had a psychological barrier. She didn't dare to look around when she entered the store. Otherwise, she doubted whether she needed a truck to transport the things back after the purchase.

It is said that women like to go shopping. Laila is one of the women who dislike this "casual" way. She usually prefers to lock herself in the study for a whole day rather than trying this out in a beautifully decorated specialty store.

In this way, Janet was still very dissatisfied after shopping for one day. She always felt that there were still many things she wanted to buy, but Laila had not allowed her to buy them, which made her very sorry.

"Is that ring really bad just now? I think the emeralds on it match your skin very well."

"No need!" Laila refused for the 101st time.

That's right, green can make the skin whiter, and the ring she wore just now is indeed gorgeous. But one thing is significant, that is, she has no habit of carrying those things at all!

Whether it's typing and writing scripts or drawing storyboards, she can't carry those burdens in her hands. As for going out, she doesn't like taking it even more. In her impression, the United States is a dangerous country where anyone can pull out a pistol. Going out like a dressed-up Christmas tree, is it to let others rob her or to let yourself be patronized by robbers?

Well, there is no difference between the two meanings, and she is indeed a bit unreasonable. But as a Westerner with an Eastern soul, the idea of ​​"not revealing money" in her bones will not change for a while, and she has no plans to change it. Running around with hundreds of thousands and millions of dollars in rings, is she still full of food?

"Oh." Janet sighed: "When will you child let me satisfy the joy of being a mother? Other children are pestering their parents to ask for this, but every time I ask you to accept things, you don't. Do you know how envious I am every time people complain to me about what the child wants?"

Laila can hear a black line. Is that really good? Why does she only think that such a child is very likely to grow into a second-generation ancestor?

"Mom, you have bought too many things for me today, like those clothes. I don't think I can wear them at all. It is far from what you made for me. Only you can make the style I like. Why? Why waste money to buy other brands?"

Of course, Janet likes to listen to this, but Laila does not so easily coax her.

"Well, I won't tell you about the clothes in advance. What about the others? You don't have anything on your body. How can you look like our Moran's eldest lady?"

"What about this?" Laila raised her wrist and placed it in front of her: "Isn't this."

"That doesn't count!" Janet slapped her hand off angrily: "It's just a red rope woven with a bead. It doesn't fit your identity!"

"I like it. And it is said that the red band watch is a blessing. This is a blessing given to me by my mother. Of course, I have to carry it with me at all times." Laila smiled and touched the red string on her wrist.

That is precisely the handmade bracelet that Janet had collected in that ancient country when she went to the East. Several red strings were woven into a shell-like pattern by nimble hands, and then a green jade was strung among them.

It doesn't matter if this thing is in your hands, and it can make her miss certain things from time to time so that she will always carry them with her. As for the price, it was not something she would think about.

Janet couldn't help but reached out and nodded on her forehead, and finally surrendered.

"You're right. You like it. Let's go. I ordered the Sichuan restaurant that is said to be great. My friend strongly recommended it to me. I hope you will like it too. I don't know if you want to eat all the peppers you owed when you were sick. After you got better, you like spicy food more and more."

Laila smiled, did not speak.

When Little Laila was sick, she couldn't eat a lot of things, including hot peppers, which were very irritating. Her taste is somewhat spicy, and she is not used to western food. Fortunately, her grandmother is Chinese, and she also has excellent cooking skills, which makes her love to eat Chinese food not too eye-catching.

Asking the driver to send back the things she bought, Janet took Laila into a place called "Wang Ji Sichuan Restaurant".

Looking at the familiar square characters, Laila's eyes darkened until Janet pushed her way through the door. She put away her strange mood. At this time, there was an indescribable sensation in her chest, swelling and a little painful.

After asking their names, the waiter took them to the private room already reserved.

"My friend was also recommended here. According to her, the food here is very authentic, really authentic, because her friend came from Sichuan and told her that it is very authentic." Janet followed the waiter Walking upstairs, showing off her little news.

"Then I want to taste it." Laila was said to be interested. In addition to the dishes made by my grandmother, many Chinese dishes that are said to be very authentic have actually improved the appetite of Americans. The most common one is to add a lot of sweetness to it.

So when she eats Chinese food, she will deliberately let the chef cook it as it is. She really can't get used to sweet and greasy dishes.

As she was about to walk up to the third floor, a person who was about to come down suddenly called her name.

"Miss Moran?"

When Laila looked up, she saw the custard-like man looking at her unexpectedly.

"Hello, Mr. Park Anshan. I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Hello, are you here for dinner too?" Park Anshan shook hands with her friendly.

Although Laila has no dislike for him, she has no good feelings, but she can't be too rude. She can only deal with a few words: "Yes. This is my mother, Janet Moran." After speaking, she turned to Mother: "This is Mr. Park Anshan from South Korea and the designer of the Catalina series. It is very popular in Korea."

"Oh. It turned out to be Designer Park, hello." Janet knew who he was when she said Catalina.