What is the most unbearable thing about living in Shanghai?

I'm from Beijing and my husband is from Shanghai. I met him in Beijing. 1998 and her husband went back to Shanghai to get a marriage certificate. The first time I went to Shanghai, I drove for half a month, so I didn't have much time to feel the real life in Shanghai.

I just feel that communication is inconvenient. Everyone is speaking dialects, and Mandarin is not very popular. They often can't express themselves and play a lot of jokes.

One day, I wanted to eat scrambled eggs with garlic on a whim, so I went to the vegetable market with my husband and bought a handful of garlic and some vegetables. After taking it home, my father-in-law was surprised and said, why did you buy so many? I'm from unknown so. Later, I learned that Shanghainese can buy food as long as they buy enough food.

20 12 my mother-in-law died, and my wife and I went back to Shanghai to accompany my father-in-law. We lived here for three years.

I can't stand the weather in Shanghai. It seems to rain every day, neither too big nor too small. It's raining, and I feel melodramatic under an umbrella. Why is there so little rain in Mao Mao? Without an umbrella, this seemingly insignificant rain in Mao Mao can penetrate the skin and get soaked.

Living on the first floor, there will be some tide on the first floor in the north, not to mention Shanghai. The room always feels damp, and the most important thing is that the clothes are moldy. Bask in the quilt is busy drying clothes on a rare sunny day. Husband also lamented: In Beijing, underwear dried up in one day, and it is still wet hanging here.

For northerners, the most painful thing to stay in Shanghai is winter. There is no heating, it is wet and cold. Even if the bedroom has air conditioning, people always have to move. It's freezing in the kitchen and toilet. I will put on a cotton-padded jacket and newly prepared pants in the house. Of course, the best way is to hide under the covers.

And giant flying cockroaches. When you first saw me, I was really scared. One night, when I was lying in bed, I suddenly felt something hovering over my head, and then it seemed to fall with a bang. I panicked and turned on the light to look for it in bed. Suddenly I saw a creature as big as a cicada lying on the floor. What is this? Fly in from the tree outside, okay? I panicked and waited quietly for my husband to come home.

When my lover came back, he was still crawling slowly on the floor. The husband smiled and said, this is a cockroach. Oh, my God, I feel nervous when I see a small cockroach in Beijing, not to mention that it can fly such a big head. From then on, I will occasionally see this giant cockroach in the house, and I will not be afraid if it is normal. No, I'm still scared. I can only turn a blind eye. I can't afford to be provoked but I can afford to hide.

The exquisiteness of Shanghainese was unbearable at first, but now I can accept it myself. Let me give you some examples:

One day, I went to the small supermarket at the door to buy ribs. An old aunt in front bought a rare sparerib (it is rare to buy such a small one in Beijing). The salesman weighed it, and the old aunt said, help me wash it and cut it into small pieces. The supermarket staff did not have any bad feelings after listening to it, and naturally completed it according to the requirements of the aunt. Standing behind me, I was dumbfounded and thought with malicious intent: it's easy to dig, buy such a little sparerib, save water and effort and don't cut it yourself. If it is in Beijing, isn't it despised by merchants?

Once I visited my lover's relatives, and they warmly greeted us to eat fruit. A plate of apples was peeled and cut into small pieces. I stole a look at my husband and snickered maliciously. My husband understood what I meant and smiled secretly.

Out of the door, I mocked my husband and said, your life is really exquisite. We have guests at home in Beijing. Just wash the apples and give them to your home. Six or seven people eat a plate of apples, which are cut from an apple. Enough saving! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Once, my husband's uncle came to visit us. During the dinner, I talked about my feelings about Shanghai and the difference in life. Uncle said: Shanghainese are not picky, but they are very picky in life. For example, they buy a little food for freshness, unlike you northerners who buy a bunch at home. Cooking is always hot, so they put onions, ginger and garlic in the pot.

But Beijingers have the advantage of being generous in the north. My uncle said that he took a bus in Beijing a few years ago and had no change on him. The conductor said heroically, that's it this time. Remember to make it up next time. In Shanghai, drivers or ticket sellers will be more serious. Without change, you can't get a free ticket until you take out a hundred-dollar bill and give you change.

Speaking of change, when I first arrived in Shanghai, all the change I received was coins, so I was not used to it. In Beijing, people don't like steel spatulas. Steel spatulas are easy to lose, so after shopping in Beijing, if businesses are looking for steel spatulas, they will say: Sorry, only steel spatulas.

When I buy things in Shanghai, I still try to give the merchants a dollar bill. My cognition is to try not to give them steel coins, which are easy to lose. It took a long time to realize that people were not willing to accept bills at all.

On the streets of Shanghai, even if Mandarin is spoken, it is mostly Mandarin with a southern accent, and it is rare to hear a northern accent. I believe in the random change of my wife's accent. I spoke very clearly in Beijing, but when I returned to Shanghai, even if I spoke Mandarin, my accent became completely southern.

how much is it? Listening to his Mandarin, I secretly huffed: Will you talk well? "This" is not "Zege". I can't take it anymore. After a long time, I can't speak my pure Mandarin. It seems different. Alas!

I went to the dried fruit shop to buy some garlic-flavored peanuts. The boy who sold the goods said that there was no garlic smell. I asked: Why? He said: Shanghai people don't eat garlic.

Yes, my wife basically doesn't eat garlic either. Shanghainese drink coffee, just like my father-in-law can't go to the cafe outside, but he still wants a cup of instant coffee at home every day.

Living habits and customs vary from place to place. There is no difference between good and bad. It is best to respect the customs of different places, that is, do as the Romans do. Although some living habits are not suitable for us, it is good to respect them.

Finally, I miss the sweet-scented osmanthus in Shanghai, the sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the air, and the smell of the city.

As a new Shanghainese who has lived in Shanghai for more than 20 years, it should be more comprehensive and objective to return to this issue.

1997 graduated from university and was assigned to Shanghai. As my unit is a central enterprise in Shanghai, according to the policy at that time, I transferred my hukou from school to Shanghai as soon as I entered the unit. At that time, I had just entered the society and had not realized the value of Shanghai hukou. I often hear people quantify the economic value of this small notebook, from 300,000 to 654.38+0,000. At that time, I was still thinking that if someone offered 65,438+10,000, I would transfer my account to him. Haha, fortunately, there is no such trading channel.

As a foreigner, the first test I faced when I came to Shanghai was language. At that time, the popularity of Putonghua was not as high as it is now, and the units were mainly from Shanghai. So in such a language environment, I solved my listening problem within three months and slowly began to learn some pidgin Shanghainese. Up to now, I have been communicating with strangers in Shanghai dialect, but I can't hear any flaws in three sentences, but if I say too much, I will lose my voice and reveal clues.