My card game came true

Chapter 306 Chinatown

New York, commonly known as Xinxiang.

This is undoubtedly one of the most prosperous cities in the world. Its history is not so long, but it makes Songluo feel a foreign country.

Before this, Song Luo had never been to Citigroup, and the cities of Citigroup he arrived in before were all in the atmosphere of a war, not so much the Citigroup in his impression, but rather the Citigroup in the doomsday movie.

Although very exciting, this is not the Citigroup that Song Luo wants to experience.

In other words, it is not suitable for the city in Song Luo's memory.

Blonde girls with hot bodies walked towards each other, making a lot of noise, and from time to time, some girls came to strike up a conversation, wanting to start a dewy relationship with Song Luo.

In this regard, Song Luo refused one after another, expressing his disinterest.

There is really no need to be interested in anything, after all, these things are nothing to me.

I have seen a lot of girls, and some are prettier than them. Moreover, with Song Luo's status as a fifth-level extraordinary person, if he wants it, there is no shortage of beautiful women.

But Song Luo has always kept himself clean and guarded himself like a jade.

Because he knows that he has a more important mission, and he cannot be indiscreet in his private life. After all, it is a subject of strict crackdown. If he messes with this, then it will be over.

For a moment, Song Luo was at a loss, not knowing where to start.

It turns out how important it is to have a guide who knows the local area well.

Uninterested, Song Luo started to walk towards Chinatown, intending to see how his compatriots were doing on the other side of the ocean.

By the way, also try the summer restaurant of Citigroup.

After all, Song Luo often heard on the Internet that the summer meals in Citigroup seem to be different from those in China.

No matter where the food is, after entering an unfamiliar area, it will be mutated to become food that suits the tastes of the locals.

For example, some Western food in Xiaguo has been adjusted, which is different from the foreign version.

The fortune cookie Zuojiangji chicken and all kinds of dishes that I have never heard of should be interesting anyway.

If it doesn't taste good, spit it out and you're done.

Song Luo didn't hide any traces, and he could also feel that someone was following him, but there was only one person, who seemed to be a third-level extraordinary person, who was trembling and didn't dare to make any moves, for fear of attracting Song Luo's attention.

There is no way, this is the sense of oppression brought to Citi by the fifth-level transcendent, so Wu Huaqiguo can only pretend that nothing happened, and let a third-level transcendent stare at Song Luo's traces as if nothing had happened.

Other than that, they had nothing else to do.

"Report report, the target is heading towards Chinatown!"

After seeing Song Luo, the third-level transcendent who had been following Song Luo immediately reported to the walkie-talkie, not daring to hide anything.

After getting the news, there was a long-lost silence from the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by a long sigh: "Keep in touch."

After all, I have nothing to say about IE.

Indeed, they had nothing else to say.

Song Luo went to Chinatown, what can they do?

He didn't even dare to make arrangements in advance, for fear that Song Luo would see something, which would affect Song Luo's perception of them, and thus suspect that they wanted to deceive Song Luo.

Song Luo turned into Zuo Yuan, no one knew about Zuo Yuan's information, nor did they know what Song Luo was thinking, they didn't dare to take any action, they were worried that Song Luo was a moody guy, if he was careless, he would lose everything and offend him After falling in love with the other party, they experienced an inexplicable catastrophe.

That being the case, then give him an authentic New York, as if he is really here to travel.

When all the dust settles, nothing will happen naturally.

……

New York's Chinatown has dozens of streets, in which there are 80 million Xia people or Xia descendants, radiating around like a small city in New York.

But while radiating, it will also be affected by the atmosphere of New York, and the two complement each other.

After entering Chinatown, Song Luo felt a strange yet familiar atmosphere.

Familiarity is because there are familiar characters beside the streets on both sides, and some classical buildings that are known to be imitations at a glance are located here, and it looks a bit 'summer-style'.

And the stranger is...

The real Xiaguo city doesn't have such a feeling at all, as if it should be integrated into it, it looks a little weird.

And there are more Asian faces on the road. Although there are still half of whites and blacks, compared with other streets, this place is already considered good.

Seeing a shop with an English sign, which translates to 'Authentic Cantonese-style Pork-cut Chicken', Song Luo was a little surprised, so he walked over and planned to come and have a look.

It can be marked in English, which means that this restaurant is at least aimed at foreign tourists. Song Luo also wants to experience the difference between the domestic version of white-cut chicken and the foreign special version.

Upon entering this restaurant, Song Luo saw familiar round tables and square stools.

The dining table was covered by a tablecloth, and a huge peony appeared in front of Song Luo.

There are big red lanterns above the head, and there are light bulbs in the center of the lanterns, but it is not dark yet, and there is no light.

The cash register is a traditional old-fashioned counter made of wood. At first glance, it looks a bit like the Hong Kong movie style. ,

Behind the counter, an old man wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and seemed to be reading some book. Next to the old man, a white girl was playing with her mobile phone casually.

It can be seen that this restaurant does not seem to have too many customers, and it is a bad player in Chinatown.

"Ding dong."

When Song Luo pushed the door and entered, the wind chime tied above made a tinkling sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the old man and the girl. They raised their heads in unison. The girl immediately put down the phone, walked over, and asked He said: "What do you want to eat? This is our menu. If you feel uncomfortable recently, our chef, Master Wang, has learned traditional medical skills and can help you...well, massage to set bones and reconcile yin and yang."

The next few words seemed a little blunt, but they were still spoken by the white girl.

Song Luo glanced at the old man reading a book behind the counter, nodded slightly, and said casually, "Let's try all the signature dishes on the menu."

After finishing speaking, Song Luo smiled at the old man again, and said, "Old man, do you have the kind of food here that caters to foreigners? Give me a serving too. I finally came to Citigroup. I also want to taste what it’s like for foreigners to eat our summer vegetables.”

After hearing Song Luo's words, the old man put down his book and stood up, a little pleasantly surprised, and said in surprise: "Young man, at this point in time, everyone else is running back to the country, why are you rushing here? ?”

Although the old man's words were as neutral as possible, Song Luo still heard some Northeast flavors from them.

Wait, isn't this a Cantonese restaurant?
Boiled chicken is orthodox in the Northeast, right?

(End of this chapter)