As soon as Wang Hu, Qian Rou, and Xiao Guo stepped into the noodle shop, they heard a loud voice coming from the cashier.

They looked closely and saw an old man in a chef's uniform standing there, smiling at them.

The old man's accent had a distinctly broad range of characteristics. He asked warmly, "Xiao Guo, didn't you already get off work? Why are you back again?"

Xiao Guo quickly replied, "Boss, my friend is in America, so I brought him here specifically to try your signature beef brisket noodles!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's smile widened even more. He said heartily, "Haha, I see! Welcome, welcome! Please take your friends inside and have a seat. I'll personally make noodles for you right away!" With that, the old man turned and walked into the kitchen.

After the three of them sat down near the window, Xiao Guo's eyes followed the old man's back. She said with emotion, "The owner of this noodle shop is 85 years old now. His name is Kang Zeyin."

Xiao Guo lowered her voice slightly and continued, "It's a pity that his son doesn't want to inherit the noodle shop. That's such a shame."

Wang Hu nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, it is indeed a pity. Many traditional skills and cultural traditions may be gradually lost for this reason."

At this moment, Qian Rou looked at Xiao Guo and asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that your boss would teach you how to make beef brisket noodles? Is it because his son doesn't want to take over?"

Xiao Guo said, "He has apprentices. Unless it's an important guest, it's usually Brother Dazhuang who does the cooking! He probably taught me because he saw how hard I work!"

Several people sat around a wooden dining table, chatting and laughing. Wang Hu's gaze, however, was drawn to the decor of the noodle shop, and he carefully observed everything around him.

This noodle shop has a unique decor, which has the traditional charm of Chinatown, but is different from the restaurants commonly found in China, and is also distinct from the elegance and sophistication of Western restaurants.

The walls inside the shop are decorated with paintings featuring traditional Chinese cultural elements, and the tables and chairs are arranged casually, creating a friendly and warm atmosphere.

Just as Wang Hu was engrossed in observing the noodle shop, three steaming bowls of noodles were served.

A tall chef with a slightly protruding belly walked over. He gently placed the noodles in front of everyone and then smiled at Xiao Guo, saying, "Xiao Guo, if this isn't enough, just tell me and I'll make you more!"

The chef's accent was unmistakably from Northeast China; his thick Northeastern accent made her feel instantly at ease. Xiao Guo quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Dazhuang!"

Seeing this, Wang Hu quickly stood up, extended his hand to shake hands with Brother Dazhuang, and introduced himself: "Hello Brother Dazhuang, my name is Wang Hu, I am Xiaoguo's friend, thank you very much for taking care of him."

Big Zhuang laughed heartily and replied, "Oh, don't be so polite! We're all from the same hometown, and when you're traveling, you have to look out for each other! Eat it while it's hot, or it won't taste good!"

Wang Hu found it very interesting. He couldn't help but think that people in Northeast China usually prefer strong-flavored food and pursue high salt and high sugar content.

Cantonese cuisine is known for its light and fresh flavors. However, this burly man from Northeast China has become an apprentice of a Cantonese man to learn how to cook Cantonese dishes, which is quite a peculiar combination.

The beef brisket noodles truly lived up to their praise; the noodles were incredibly chewy, and the beef brisket was exceptionally tender and fragrant.

Wang Hu ate three large bowls in a row, which pleased Grandpa Kang Zeyin. That's how it is when a restaurant owner can eat a lot; that's the greatest respect you can show him.

Before leaving, Wang Hu gave the old man a thumbs up and said, "I was just wondering why Brother Dazhuang, a Northeasterner, was apprenticing to a Cantonese chef like you. Your noodles are really delicious!"

The old man was very pleased with what Wang Hu said. "Haha, you flatter me, you flatter me!"

After leaving the noodle shop, Wang Hu was in a good mood. He decided to take the two ladies with him for a stroll and enjoy the evening.

Although everyone says that the security situation in the United States is not good at night, Wang Hu thought that Chinatown should be a relatively safe place.

However, sometimes things just happen that way; the more you try to avoid trouble, the more trouble seems to find you.

Wang Hu and his friends had only walked a few steps out of the noodle shop when they heard a malicious shout: "Hey, Chinese girl!"

Wang Hu turned his head and saw a young white man with a green rooster-comb hairstyle walking towards them.

The young man not only wore a nose ring and a T-shirt with a black skull print, but he was also followed closely by two similarly dressed followers wearing baseball caps.

The young white man walked up to Wang Hu, looked at him with disdain, and said to the woman next to him, "Is this your boyfriend? He doesn't look like much."

He then turned his gaze to Xiaoguo and continued, "Why not come with me? I guarantee you'll..." As he spoke, he actually reached out a hand, wanting to touch her cheek.

This action instantly enraged Wang Hu. Without hesitation, he swung his fist and smashed it hard into the white youth's nose. With a loud "bang," blood immediately streamed down the white youth's nose.

The other two henchmen were clearly caught off guard by Wang Hu's sudden attack. Before they could react, Wang Hu had already swiftly kicked them both in the groin. The kicks were powerful, and the two henchmen immediately clutched their groins and howled in pain.

Da Zhuang rushed out of the restaurant with a chef's ladle in hand. He saw this scene as soon as he reached the door, then gave Wang Hu a thumbs up and said, "Brother, awesome!"

Wang Hu looked at the spoon in his hand and said, "Thanks, Brother Dazhuang!"

"What are you thanking me for? I didn't help at all!" Looking at the three people lying on the ground, he said, "These three thugs often hang around here and bully Chinese people. You took care of them, and I should be thanking you!"

After this incident, Qian Rou and Xiao Guo lost their appetite for shopping. They quickly bought two pieces of clothing with Wang Hu and went home.

As for the three people lying on the ground, no one paid them any attention. These thugs who often extorted money in Chinatown were not someone anyone was willing to help.

Wang Hu had thought things would be better after he arrived in Chinatown, but he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on his very first day. He said to the two of them on the sofa, "Tomorrow I'll take you to buy a house. This place is too chaotic!"

Qian Rou and Xiao Guo shook their heads simultaneously. "No need. Houses in America aren't cheap, and property taxes are very high. Neither of us has a stable income, so it's hard for us to afford that!"