My Manor

"Hey, I've been waiting for a long time!" Looking at the F650 parked on the road, Cindy Clive walked out of the small villa behind her and smiled at Jiang Hai. Jiang Hai opened the car door and jumped out.

"It's okay, I just got here not long ago." Hearing her words, Jiang Hai immediately waved his hand, completely ignoring the embarrassment of playing Plants vs. Zombies 2 on his mobile phone, having already completed eight levels. He had a sunny smile on his face.

At the same time, he was also looking at Cindy Clive in front of him. He had to admit that she looked very beautiful today.

Cindy Clive was originally mixed-race. She had introduced herself, saying her father was a white American, and her mother was Venezuelan. Venezuela is known for producing many beauties, as seen in the number of Miss World titles its women have won. Her mother was also very beautiful. However, a woman who is too beautiful sometimes cannot be kept without sufficient financial resources, so she later ran away with the owner of the western restaurant where her father worked.

Her father, frustrated, took her back to his hometown of Boston, where he became a chef and found her a stepmother, the mother of her current sister, Karma Clive.

Jiang Hai had been surprised that the two sisters looked alike, despite their different hair and skin colors.

Today, Cindy Clive had dressed up specially. Her long brown hair was straightened and curled inward. She had inherited her father's genes, making her very tall—about 1.75 meters. She had a well-proportioned figure, particularly her long legs, which Jiang Hai estimated to be around 1.1 meters long.

From her mother, she had inherited skin texture and delicate facial features. Her skin was not as rough as that of white people, but as delicate as that of yellow people. Her facial features were also much more delicate than those of orthodox white people, which made her appearance very pleasing.

"Okay. I didn't expect you to get up so early. This kind of weather is perfect for staying in bed. Haha, to make amends, I'll treat you to breakfast. Let's go!" Looking at the smile on Jiang Hai's face, Cindy Clive said a little embarrassedly.

When she had sent a text message to Jiang Hai, she hadn't expected him to arrive so early. The elementary schools in the United States are more free-range, which encourages children's nature. It's better to say that it's an extension of kindergarten than an elementary school. The educational focus is different from that in China; what is taught in the fifth grade in China is learned in the second grade of middle school in the U.S.

Because children have less homework, they engage more in outdoor activities, which reduces their workload. Naturally, teachers are less busy, especially since it's currently a holiday.

If it weren't for the collapse of the school, teachers like Cindy wouldn't have to go to work.

Now that Jiang Hai had paid, Cindy had nothing to do. The principal had already arranged for repairs and reconstruction after school. Although it's the coldest time in Boston, the school will reopen soon. They have to hurry, but it's impossible to finish the reconstruction before school starts.

Jiang Hai had sent her back home after dinner yesterday, to the villa behind her. Because of the school-related stress, she was quite tired and had slept in until 8 AM. When she woke up, she texted Jiang Hai to see if he was up. Jiang Hai arrived downstairs around 8:30, but how could a woman, especially a beautiful woman, go out so casually? When Jiang Hai arrived, she was still putting on makeup.

Even though she saw Jiang Hai's car, it wasn't easy to go down halfway through her makeup. She could only force herself to finish for another half hour. As for inviting Jiang Hai inside, she had considered it, but since she was living with her parents and sister, she didn't want to risk a misunderstanding. So, after hesitating, she texted Jiang Hai to let him know she was still putting on makeup.

Jiang Hai had nothing to say, except curling his lips. Fortunately, he was smart enough not to go out and wait.

Instead, he sat in the driver's seat, playing with his phone. Time passed quickly...

"Thank you then!" Hearing Cindy say she wanted to treat him to breakfast, Jiang Hai smiled and said, then got in the car first and helped Cindy open the door on the other side. Although he still didn't seem very gentlemanly, Cindy had long gotten used to it. Jiang Hai treated her this way, and she was actually quite comfortable with it.

"Where are we going now?" After Cindy fastened her seatbelt, Jiang Hai asked.

"Let's go to the entrance of town now. There's a delicious Mexican restaurant over there. The burritos there are the best in town." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Cindy smiled and said.

"Okay, you show me the way." Jiang Hai smiled and then turned the steering wheel, driving toward the Mexican restaurant Cindy had mentioned. Before leaving town, they found it.

When talking about Mexican food, most people think of two things: burritos and chili.

As it turned out, the restaurant Cindy recommended had excellent food. The signature burrito was the Mexican beef burrito. The beef in the burrito wasn't steak, since it was only $2.50 each, but it was still delicious. The dough was made with special seasonings and had a meat sauce flavor with a corn aroma that wasn't greasy. The beef was paired with Mexico's famous chili sauce, which wasn't too spicy but had a sweet and sour kick. It was simple, but the taste was outstanding.

This was the first time Jiang Hai had tasted such delicious food. With a drink, he ate six in a row before he was satisfied.

Although the meal wasn't expensive, Jiang Hai's big appetite shocked Cindy.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to eat so much." After leaving the burrito shop and getting back in the car, Cindy looked at him in surprise while Jiang Hai was still savoring the meal.

"Is the food delicious? I ate a little more. Haha, how should we go now?" Jiang Hai smiled brightly and asked Cindy. Hearing his words, Cindy smiled and pointed with her slender finger.

"Let's go to Boston first. That's our main goal today." Hearing her, Jiang Hai mentally slapped himself. Why had he forgotten? Didn't he say they were going to Boston?

With an awkward smile, Jiang Hai started the car and headed toward Boston.

About an hour later, they arrived in Boston. Under Cindy's guidance, their first stop was Bunker Hill, one of Boston's most famous sites.

"This is one of the most famous places in Boston, an ancient battlefield from the War of Independence. It was a strategic location that overlooked the entire city. During the War of Independence, the British army launched two intense attacks to seize it, but they were repelled by our heroic soldiers and civilians, causing the British army to suffer heavy losses. However, when the British attacked a third time, our army ran out of ammunition and had to retreat, but they earned the people's respect. George Washington was appointed commander-in-chief of the army during this time..."

Although it's called Bunker Hill, it's not actually a hill, but a tower built to commemorate the battle. For the people of the American Empire, this may be worth remembering, but for Jiang Hai, it was just a small part of their history. After all, the history of the American Empire is less than four hundred years old.

After seeing Bunker Hill, they visited the Old North Church, known as the oldest church in Boston, and Faneuil Hall, known as the cradle of freedom. They also looked at the Boston Library from the outside.

But they couldn't enter. Jiang Hai and his friends weren't local students, and Jiang Hai didn't have the leisure to read books.

Originally, Cindy had planned to take Jiang Hai to the famous Grannerley Cemetery, but Jiang Hai refused. The thoughts of Chinese and Americans differ in this regard. What kind of cemetery is worth visiting for no reason? It's gloomy. Chinese people rarely visit cemeteries unless it's during holidays or memorial days.

Some people might say it's about religion or superstition, but these customs are passed down from older generations. Even if one doesn't believe in them, they can't be ignored, just like some unspoken rules in society.

But when it came to burial grounds, Jiang Hai couldn't help but think of his parents. He hadn't been able to afford a proper burial for them at first, so they were placed at a crematorium. Now that he's rich, he could afford to buy a proper plot, but moving a grave isn't simple. One rule is that you have to wait three years before moving a tomb. His father's tomb is ready, but his mother's still needs another year.

Now, he's a little hesitant. Should he go back to visit them during Chinese New Year this year?