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When he heard about buying bread, the homeless man hesitated and took out half a piece of bread from his dirty pocket.

"Sir, I'm not hungry, but I really need some change."

Zhang Lin frowned slightly, but before he could speak, a police car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

As the car window was about to roll down, the chubby police officer waved to him: "Sir, do you need help?"

After saying that, he glared at the tramp. The tramp had a complex expression on his face, and finally turned around, limped and chose to leave.

The car door opened, and two police officers got out of the car. Their eyes remained on the homeless man and they said loudly:

"Sir, homeless people are not allowed to beg illegally here. If you encounter trouble in the future, you can call the police."

"Illegal begging?" Looking at the figure staggering away, Zhang Lin sighed: "Okay, thank you."

The police officers nodded to him, one of them went into the convenience store to shop, and the other one leaned against the car to light a cigarette and rest.

Zhang Lin sat on the curb and continued drinking, but the police officer in front of him who had just taken out his cigarettes frowned.

Then he put away the cigarette and slowly came to him.

"Sir, can you show me your ID card?"

"ID card?"

Zhang Lin took a moment to respond: "I went out in a hurry, so I didn't bring anything with me."

Who would have thought that as soon as these words came out, the police officer immediately became nervous, his face was serious, and he put one hand on the holster on his waist.

"Get up! Hold your head! Lie in the car and wait for inspection!"

"what?"

"Hurry up, I don't want to say it a second time!"

The chubby police officer raised his stun gun and shouted loudly with a serious look on his face.

What followed was a dull look on his face, and the pupils of his eyes dilated rapidly, turning the entire eyeballs into pitch black.

slap!

When the coffee fell to the floor, the police officer who had just come out of the convenience store shouted in horror: "John, what's wrong with you!"

He quickly drew his gun and pointed it at the figure sitting on the roadside, shouting loudly: "Hold your head with both hands and turn around slowly!"

Zhang Lin did as he was told, and then he saw those pure black eyes, and both policemen fell into hypnosis.

Putting down the arms raised above their heads, the memory was tampered with so that they had never seen themselves.

Then the air exploded and disappeared at the intersection.

He appeared again in the next block. This place was more prosperous than there, with more pedestrians and more vehicles on the road.

As I was walking, I was suddenly attracted by a burst of fragrance.

He walked in the direction and stopped at the corner. A Chinese restaurant appeared in front of him.

‘Northeast Handmade Dumplings’

Under the bilingual signboard in Chinese and English, there is a buzz of people, the steaming dumplings are coming out of the pot, and the aroma fills the whole street.

As I walked in slowly, I was greeted by a young waiter with freckles on his face. After a pause, he spoke Mandarin with a Northeastern accent.

"Brother, what can we eat?"

Inexplicable emotions surged from his heart. It had been the first time since he had traveled to this world that he heard someone talking to him in Chinese language.

Looking at himself reflected in the side glass, he has a Chinese face, short hair and black eyes. This is his original appearance.

The strong feeling of loneliness in my chest seemed to be dispelled.

Feeling a little excited, he opened his mouth to respond: "Come and play, uncle."

After saying that, I was stunned. What did I say?

The waiter was also stunned for a moment, and then he suppressed a smile: "Can...can you repeat it again? I'll do it~make a note of it."

Zhang Lin felt his face was burning, so he held his breath and repeated: "Come to the big water cellar!"

"Hiss~" He took a breath and knew that his face must be as red as a monkey's butt without looking in the mirror.

What's going on with me, I can't even explain.

"Hey, hey..." The waiter suppressed his laughter, causing his face to turn red.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've been here for a long time. It's normal that I don't speak my native language well. Sit inside and have a big bowl of dumplings. Come right away."

The waiter greeted him a few words to calm his awkward mood.

After sitting down, my face still felt red and hot, and I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

, I must have drunk too much wine just now and my tongue is tied.

"Sleep bah...water cellar bah...dumplings!"

Finally I found some feeling and repeated the intensive training several times: "Dumplings! Dumplings! Dumplings!"

"Here you go, your dumplings!"

A large bowl of steaming dumplings was placed in front of him. The strong fragrance constantly stimulated his nasal cavity, and saliva secreted rapidly in his mouth.

"smell good."

When he looked up, he found that the waiter had already gone to serve other guests.

It can be seen that the business here is very good. There are not only Asian customers, but also many blond and blue-eyed locals dining here.

No matter how much, I took out two chopsticks from the bamboo tube in front of me and started doing it.

The aroma is strong, the skin is white and the meat is thick, and the seasonings are carefully matched. It is really rare to be able to eat such authentic Chinese dumplings in a foreign country.

It was a big bowl full, and it took less than three minutes to finish it all. My mouth was burned a lot, but I recovered quickly through self-healing.

After drinking all the soup and juice, he summoned the young waiter from before, looked at the menu, and ordered some unique Chinese dishes.

Serve a big bowl of white rice and eat in big chunks.

This is a dumpling shop, and the various stir-fried dishes don't taste very authentic, but what he eats is the emotion in them.

Spicy chicken wings, braised pork ribs, farm-style stir-fried pork, and piles of hard vegetables piled on the table.

After struggling for half an hour to eat everything, he put down the rooster bowl and called the waiter again.

"Brother, do you want to pay?"

Zhang Lin, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, waved his hand.

"Do you want to drink some tea to calm down?"

"No, no, no, can you heat the hot pot here?"

"what?"

Seeing that the waiter was a little embarrassed, Zhang Lin was a little disappointed: "Okay, it won't be difficult for you. I will look for other Chinese restaurants."

"No, no, no." The waiter waved his hand and glanced at the table full of empty bowls. It was already a banquet for eight people.

It's really edible, I sighed in my heart, but said hurriedly: "If big brother really wants to eat it, we can do it, but..."

"But what?"

"But you have to go to the kitchen to eat. Fireworks regulations are strict here in the United States, so it's easy to have problems outside."

"Okay, the kitchen will be the kitchen."

An hour later, Zhang Lin was sitting in the corner of the kitchen with a bowl in hand, a gas stove in front of him.

Chili peppers are floating on the bottom of the red oil pot, and the tripe cabbage is found on the table. Two taels of Maotai are passed down the throat, and the colander is used to scoop out the bottom of the pot.

In one word, cool!

I was sweating profusely from eating, my face was red, and time passed by without me noticing.

Boiling water has been added to the pot five or six times, and the kitchen even had to send someone out to purchase ingredients for hot pot.

After early morning, there were very few customers coming to eat dumplings, and several chefs in the back kitchen also invited him to join the hot pot camp.

They stood in a circle with bowls, burning hot pots and smoking cigarettes, all sweating profusely.

After working hard for several hours, Zhang Lin finally felt his stomach was full. He lit a cigarette and sat on a small bench to rest.

Seeing the kitchen staff who were working late and had just eaten, having fun and bragging about hotpots, he couldn't help but smile.

This is what life should be like. I have been busy fighting against superheroes all day, and I haven’t felt this relaxed for a long time.

With the smell of spicy hot pot floating in the air, Zhang Lin stood up and left the kitchen.

When we arrived at Mankou, the shop owner was doing some accounting, sorting out the day's income and expenditure accounts.

Take out your bank card to pay and walk out of the dumpling shop.

The breeze blew by, and the sweat on his body made him feel a little chilly, but the heart in his chest became hot.

Looking at the night sky, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Space is too cold. It's better to live on the ground."

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