Manhattan is the busiest area of New York, home to Wall Street and Chinatown, which has been mentioned in countless movie stories. To be precise, Chinatown is actually a small city with countless Chinese living there. Unlike the Flushing area, the residents here are predominantly Chinese, if not almost all.

Chinatown is very close to Wall Street, and the white road pushes rustling around, and the east and west turn is here.

Because I don't know the way, I delay a little longer, but I also see a lot of scenery.

When they arrived in Chinatown, it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. Along the street are all kinds of shops, video shops, pharmacies, fruit stands, newspaper stands, easily piled up on both sides of the street. There are even those that sell pots and pans, and naturally there are vegetable shops.

Although they are all selling things, because the streets are different, the buildings behind them are different, and the degree of prosperity is different, this place is completely different from Flushing.

The biggest manifestation is that it is already a little faster, and there are still many restaurants waiting in line for dinner.

The white road bypassed these restaurants, kept going inside, walking, turning, turning, giving way to a few main streets, turning into an alley, and finally there were fewer pedestrians, and there were no more crowded restaurants.

There is a Northeast restaurant in front, and Bai Lu asked Shasha: "Here?" Shasha naturally has no opinion.

The restaurant is not big, the front hall is about 40 square meters, there are two square tables on both sides of the wall, and there are no guests.

Seeing the guests enter the door, an old man stood up at the bar, about 60 years old, very thin, and greeted: "Please take a seat." He walked over with the menu: "Please order." ”

Bai Lu laughed when he heard this, this guy. I don't speak a word in a foreign language, I'm from the United States, not the Northeast.

Q: What does Sasha eat?

Sasha thought for a moment: "Rice, spicy fish, beef soup." ”

Bai Lu said: "Take another cucumber and scrambled an egg." ”

The old man said, "There is no spicy fish." ”

"Then just make a fish, stewed, not fried. ”

The old man went to work in the kitchen, and out of the back room came a child, about five or six years old. A pair of eyes are particularly bright. Quirky.

The little guy sat on the chair with the head of the handle, with a game console in his hand, playing for a while, looking at Bai Lu twice. Play for a while. Look at the white road twice. Don't ask, it's the brocade guard who came out to monitor.

Bai Lu walked over with a smile: "What are you playing?"

The child retracted his hand: "I won't let you play." ”

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. "Bai Lu sat back.

They ordered four dishes and were quickly served with cucumbers and scrambled eggs. The boss said slow to use and wanted to go back and continue the beef stew. Before he turned around, a middle-aged fat man walked in at the door: "Old Feng, how are you thinking about it?"

Lao Feng sighed: "If you want to move, then I will move too, so I can be a neighbor." ”

"That's it, I'll negotiate the price tomorrow. The middle-aged man turned and left.

Lao Feng sighed and went back to continue cooking.

About fifteen minutes later, the stewed fish and beef soup were served, Lao Feng sat behind the counter and pressed the calculator, pressed it over and over again, sighed, and put away the calculator.

Sasha took a bite of the fish and frowned, and took a sip of beef soup and frowned again. The little girl has been raised by Bai Lu to make a bad taste, and the dishes made by others are completely out of taste.

Bai Lu saw her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rustle nodded her head.

Bai Lu tasted the sample dishes, it was really wrong, don't say that compared with yourself, even ordinary Chinese restaurants will not make such a taste. Could it be that Chinese food in the United States tastes like this?

Seeing Lao Feng, there was no need to say those ugly words, so he got up and asked, "Boss, excuse me, I want to borrow the kitchen to fry a dish, and the price will be calculated, can I?"

Lao Feng was stunned for a moment, was this dissatisfied with his craftsmanship? I wanted to argue with him, but after thinking about it again, forget it, let him go, he can sell one more dish, so he said, "Yes." ”

Or stewed fish and beef soup, the carp here in Lao Mei is not valuable, Bai Lu picked one casually, cleaned it, cut it, and stewed it in a pot. Then go to the beef stew soup, cut some chopped celery and onion and sprinkle it in.

After 10 minutes, the fish is out of the pan, and after 15 minutes, the beef broth is ready.

Normally, these two dishes take a lot of time to make, such as beef, which needs to be boiled on high heat and stewed over low heat, tossed for an hour or two to absorb the flavor and the meat to rot.

However, when cooking in a restaurant, it is impossible to make customers wait too long, and it is generally used to cook the meat in a pressure cooker first, then cook it in the pot, add seasonings, and wait for the soup pot to open, even if it is completed.

Of course, Bai Lu will not do this, first boil water, add soup base, then quickly knock the meat with the back of a knife, and then slice it against the grain. After the water boils, put the meat, put the auxiliary materials, burn the fire, boil and boil, cover and simmer for ten minutes, and the dish is ready.

The slices of meat are neatly cut and thin, and they faintly emerge in the milky white soup, like flowers blooming at the bottom of the water.

When he brought out the two dishes, Lao Feng looked at it twice and didn't see anything unusual. If you insist on picking something different, it's just lighter and better looking than what he did.

In order to make the dishes delicious, one is more oil and the other is more MSG. The white road goes the opposite way, uses a small amount of oil, and rarely releases MSG. So just look at the appearance of the two dishes, and it must be slightly more vegetarian.

Bai Lu removed the original two dishes and put the dishes he had made in front of Shasha.

Lao Feng followed, looked at the dishes he made, and then looked at what Bai Lu made, he was a cook anyway, and he was a little unwilling in his heart, so he didn't believe that what you made was delicious, and asked, "Can I taste it?"

Bai Lu glanced at him: "There is still some soup in the pot." "What I thought to myself was, Sasha hasn't eaten yet, and you want to eat it too?

Lao Feng didn't care about his attitude, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

After a while, I couldn't believe it, and asked Bai Lu, "How did you do it?"

Bai Luba lowered his mouth: "According to the needs of the plot, you should shout that it is too delicious, rush out quickly, and then praise me all the time." ”

Lao Feng didn't react for a while, what is it?

Sha Sha glanced at Bai Lu: "Brother, eat quickly, there will be something to do in a while." ”

As soon as Sha Sha said that something was wrong, the phone on the white road suddenly vibrate. Bai Lu stretched out his thumb to Shasha: "Chrysostom, please say another word, I will make my wish come true." ”

Sha Sha was very serious, put down his chopsticks, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said reverently: "Bai Lu will make all his wishes come true." ”

Hearing this, Bai Lu tilted his head and looked left and right, letting the phone vibrate.

Shasha asked, "What are you looking at?"

Bai Lu said: "I'm looking for Bai Guang, the pious blessing of Leader Zhang Da, God has to give some expression." ”

The guy started talking nonsense again, Sasha seemed to take care of a naughty child, with a slightly helpless expression, sighed lightly, and began to eat.

Bai Lu answered the phone: "Hey, who are you looking for...... Yes...... Ah......" held down the phone and asked Lao Feng: "Your address here." ”

Lao Feng was confused by Bai Lu's nonsense, and stared at him vigorously, wondering if this guy had a disease in his head? Why is it not normal at all?

Bai Lu looked at it and directly stuffed the phone to Lao Feng: "You tell him to come over quickly." ”

Hearing the voice on the phone, Lao Feng reacted and reported the name of the place, which was nothing more than a street or a place or a restaurant. After hanging up the phone, he asked Bai Lu: "Who did you learn this craft from?"

Bai Lu coughed: "Old man, we are hungry, what can we say in a while?"

Lao Feng smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, you eat first." ”

Lao Feng was persuaded to go back, but there was still a little guy. The guy saw that Bai Lu was not good to his grandfather, and rushed over and shouted: "You are not polite! The teacher said that Chinese are the most polite, you are not Chinese." ”

Depressed for a day, he went directly to the platform, Bai Lu asked Lao Feng: "Where did your child go to school?"

"Right up front, free preschool. ”

"And free?"

"Yes, there are many things here that are free, such as the Flushing Library often holds various activities, dancing, watching performances, all of which are free, we also have free teaching, teaching English, teaching buses, kindergartens are also free, but I can't teach anything, just learning Chinese, like the fun club on the street in front, will organize some activities regularly, but I am from the Northeast, I can't add it......"

I don't know how long Lu Dao held back, Lao Feng didn't want to stop talking about it, Bai Lu coughed and asked, "The Tongle Club is the underworld?"

"That's not, it's the hometown association, there are many people in Fuzhou here......"

Lao Feng began to speak again, from north to south, from white to black, and finally to himself: "In the past, Chinatown was called lively, and the rent was only higher than the most expensive façade in New York, but then there was a terrorist incident, and the business went down, and it took more than ten years to recover, who would have thought that the situation had just improved, the money was not earned, and the rent rose quickly. There used to be textile mills, and there were companies, and now, alas, after more than ten years of mixing in the United States, nothing has been mixed. ”

"Bad business?"

"I can't say it's bad, make do with it, I will live enough, the fat man just now, opened a restaurant next door, and the business is also average, so he asked me to move to Eighth Avenue." ”

Listening to Lao Feng talk about his dissatisfaction, Bai Lu remembered the singer he had seen in Flushing, and everyone seemed to be not easy to mix.

At that moment, a car stopped at the door, put people down and drove away again. Three men walked in, the first of whom was a young Chinese man, and asked in Chinese, "Which one is Mr. Bai?"

Bai Lu said, "Here." ”

The Chinese youth came over: "Mr. Taylor needs to verify the authenticity of the stock, can you please show it?"

Bai Lu glanced at the Chinese youth, this guy is just a translator, he is so impolite, he doesn't introduce who he is, and he comes up to make a request?

But after thinking about it again, forget it, we're here to sell things, not to quarrel, so we don't care about him, and pulled out a piece of paper in the schoolbag in the wheelchair: "Is this it?"

The Chinese youth took the stock and handed it over to the blonde youth behind him.

This stock is not cut, to put it simply, it is like printing money, printing a large one, and cutting it into small sheets is the banknote. It's the same with stocks, there will be many stocks on a large sheet of paper. (To be continued......)