New York, commonly known as Xinxiang.
This is undoubtedly one of the most prosperous cities in the world. Its history is not that long, but it makes Song Luo feel like he is in a foreign country.
Before this, Song Luo had never been to the United States. The cities he had visited before all had an atmosphere of an impending war. It was more like the United States in a doomsday movie than the United States in his impression.
Although it is very exciting, this is not the United States that Song Luo wants to experience.
In other words, it was not the city that Song Luo remembered.
A group of hot blonde girls came towards them, the noise was endless, and from time to time there were girls coming to chat with Song Luo, wanting to have a quick romance with him.
In response, Song Luo refused and expressed his disinterest.
There is really no need to be interested in anything. After all, to me, these things are nothing.
He had seen many girls, some of whom were prettier than them. Moreover, with Song Luo's status as a level five transcendent, there was no shortage of beauties if he wanted.
But Song Luo has always been chaste and virgin.
Because he knew that he had a more important mission and could not be careless in his private life. After all, this was a subject that was severely cracked down on. If he got involved in this, he would be doomed.
For a moment, Song Luo was a little confused and didn't know where to start.
It turns out how important it is to have a guide who knows the local area well.
Feeling bored, Song Luo began to walk towards Chinatown, intending to see how his compatriots were doing on the other side of the ocean.
By the way, try the Summer Restaurant in the United States.
After all, Song Luo had often heard on the Internet before that summer meals in the United States seemed to be different from those in China.
No matter where the food comes from, once it enters an unfamiliar area, it will undergo changes and become food that suits the tastes of the local people.
For example, some Western dishes in Xiaguo have actually been adjusted and are different from the foreign versions.
Fortune cookies, General Tso's chicken, and all sorts of other dishes you've never heard of should be interesting anyway.
If it doesn't taste good, just spit it out.
Song Luo did not hide any traces. He could also feel that someone was following him, but there was only one person, who seemed to be a third-level transcendent. He was trembling with fear and did not dare to make any movement, for fear of attracting Song Luo's attention.
There was no way around it. This was the oppressive feeling that the fifth-level extraordinary person brought to the United States, forcing Wu Huaqi to pretend that nothing had happened and let a third-level extraordinary person keep an eye on Song Luo's whereabouts as if nothing had happened.
Apart from this, they had no other choice.
"Report, report, the target is heading towards Chinatown!"
After seeing Song Luo's whereabouts, the third-level extraordinary person who had been following Song Luo immediately reported to the walkie-talkie, not daring to hide anything.
After receiving the news, there was a long-lost silence on the other end of the intercom, followed by a long sigh: "Keep in touch."
Having said that, there is nothing more to say about IE.
Indeed, they had nothing else to say.
Song Luo went to Chinatown, what could they do?
They didn't even dare to make any arrangements in advance, for fear that Song Luo would see something, which would affect Song Luo's impression of them and make him suspect that they wanted to deceive Song Luo.
Song Luo transformed into Zuo Yuan. No one knew Zuo Yuan's information, nor did they know what Song Luo was thinking. They didn't dare to make any moves, fearing that Song Luo was an erratic guy and that they would lose everything if they were not careful. If they offended him, they would experience an inexplicable disaster.
In that case, let's give him an authentic New York experience and pretend that he is really here for tourism.
Once everything is settled, there will naturally be nothing to worry about.
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New York's Chinatown has dozens of streets, where 700,000 to 800,000 Xia people or Xia descendants live. It is like a small town in New York, radiating to the surrounding areas.
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.
It is familiar because there are familiar words on both sides of the street. Some of the classical buildings that can be seen at first glance are imitations, and they look a bit "Xia style".
And the stranger is...
The real Xia country city would not have such a feeling at all. It was as if it should be integrated into it and looked a bit weird.
There are more Asian faces on the streets. Although there are still half white and half black people, it is already pretty good compared to other streets.
Seeing a shop with an English sign that translated to "Authentic Cantonese-style White-cut Chicken", Song Luo was a little surprised and walked over to take a look.
The fact that it is labeled in English 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.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, Song Luo saw the familiar round table and square stools.
The dining table was covered with a tablecloth, and a huge peony flower appeared in front of Song Luo.
There were big red lanterns above their heads, with light bulbs in the center, but it was not dark yet, so there was no light.
The cashier counter is a traditional old-fashioned wooden counter. At first glance, it has a bit of the style of Hong Kong movies in the past.
Behind the counter, an old man wearing glasses pushed his glasses up and seemed to be reading a 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 many customers and is one of the worst performers in Chinatown.
"Ding-dong."
When Song Luo pushed the door open and walked in, the wind chimes hanging above jingled, immediately catching the attention of the old man and the girl. They all looked up. The girl immediately put down her phone, walked over, and asked with a smile, "What would you like to eat? This is our menu. If you've been feeling unwell lately, our head chef, Master Wang, has studied traditional medicine and can help you... uh, massage and straighten your bones, and balance yin and yang."
The last few sentences seemed a bit awkward, but were still spoken by the white girl.
Song Luo glanced at the old man reading behind the counter, nodded slightly, and said casually: "Let's serve all the signature dishes on the menu."
After saying that, Song Luo smiled at the old man again and said, "Old senior, do you have any dishes that can cater to foreigners? Please serve some to my camp as well. I finally came to the United States, and I want to taste what foreigners think of our summer vegetables."
After hearing Song Luo's words, the old man put down the book, stood up, and said with some surprise and astonishment: "Young man, at this time, everyone else has gone back home, why are you rushing here?"
Although the old man tried to speak without any accent, Song Luo could still hear some Northeastern accent in his words.
Wait, isn't this a Cantonese restaurant?
The authentic white-cut chicken is only found in Northeast China, right?
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