Chinatown, an ordinary Sichuan restaurant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the brown oil stains on the signs, the smoky marks on the walls, and the dense queue of people, it is clear that this restaurant is a typical fly restaurant - a word used by gourmets to describe a small restaurant with poor hygiene conditions but good taste.

Usually the queue here is Chinese, and foreigners prefer high-end Chinese restaurants to such roadside stalls.

However, there is an outlier here today - although the boy in the line has black hair, the white skin directly indicates his identity.

The boy in the queue was none other than Alan, and at the moment he chose to ignore the strange gazes around him—four years!

He spent four years in the devastation of the British Empire's magical cuisine, so after arriving in San Francisco, the city with the world's largest Chinatown, Allen chose to eat Chinese food as soon as possible!

He spent a whole hour asking which restaurant was authentic - of course, he couldn't forget the bewildered look on the faces of the people he asked after hearing a foreigner kid speak fluent Mandarin.

About ten minutes after greeting off a customer in front of Allen, Allen finally got his seat in line—he was placed at a small table.

The clerk who greeted him said at a very fast pace, "What are you ordering?"

Then he realized that he seemed to be speaking Chinese - who expected that Allen was not slow to speak.

"Let's have a fried shredded potato, a husband and wife lung slices, and a braised fat sausage, and the rest can be eaten as you like. ”

In a look of confusion, the clerk returned to the back kitchen, and Alan sat down as well—it was worth mentioning that the table was covered with a layer of oil, and there was a zigzag mark on it—and it was evident that the clerk had wiped the table with a casual wipe.

The so-called casual eating is just the right name, that is, you don't order food, except for the taboo things, what is on the other dishes completely depends on the mood of the store, and it is very surprising to eat.

The à la carte dish is a little slower, and the first dish that comes up is stir-fried pork red - it's not an authentic Sichuan dish, but it's fine, especially in the United States, where people aren't so harsh.

Pig red is pig's blood, which is extremely difficult to fry, because it will be broken if you are not careful, and it is very easy to fry very old - but obviously the dishes of this house are just right, Alan took a chopstick and found that the whole was soft and not scattered, and when he bit into his mouth, he did not have the feeling of being old and not bitten open like leather - great!

When he raised his head, he found that the expression of the clerk who was facing him at the moment could be described as a meme - stunned!

It is estimated that he never expected to see such a foreigner who can use chopsticks in his life。。。。。。。

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Wine and food are full, though there is no wine.

Satisfied, Alan called a taxi, which was not a difficult task for the United States, a country that was supposedly built on cars.

According to the unnamed vampire who hung up - and of course this is why Alan didn't ask - there was a large magical bank in San Francisco, not far from the small city where Eren landed, of course, it was still run by goblins, and it was still called Gringotts.

If it weren't for the introduction of vampires, Alan probably wouldn't have been able to find a magical shopping street in the United States in his life - this is called Tianping Street.

Where is the entrance to Tin Ping Street?

Hehe, a nightclub with a red light on - of course, except for that red light, all the facilities of this store are not activated.

There are a lot of eternal Muggle expulsion spells unleashed here - or No-Maj exorcisms, and even the most astute explorers would have no sexual interest in this place - yes, I'm not mistaken, expeditions are the activity of finding a large weapon.

Alan stepped through the door and picked out a door sign indicating a working room from among those rooms.

The room was simple, with only a table, a worn-out chair, a bed, and a bedside table.

Alan sighed, lay down on the bed, and pulled down the lamp at the bedside.

Crunch—With the flipping of the bed board and the feeling of weightlessness, Alan went to another bed.

When he pushed open the door of his room, a commotion came from all directions—Tianping Street had arrived.

America's magical market is a different picture than it was when Diagon Alley came - you can see all kinds of goods from different magical civilizations.

The official name of the U.S. Ministry of Magic is the Wizarding Congress of the United States, and its structure is similar to that of the British Council of Wizards, which is the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, representatives of the wizarding community from all over North America, who are elected to Congress and enact laws to oversee and protect the magical population of the United States. (Official Information)

However, due to the complex composition of the American population, the composition of American magicians is also varied - you know, wizard pureblood cannot sustain the entire wizarding society, and the population from all walks of life leads to the diversity of magical items.

The first thing that catches Allen's eye is a shop that sells flying carpets - "exquisite flying carpets are handmade in Egypt for 2,000 years and the craftsmanship guarantees a complete model", which is woven into a huge flying carpet that is now trying to roll itself into a stick and then arrange the words in a row to disguise itself as a column.

And Allen estimated that this store definitely did not deal with the one next to it - the flying carpet blocked half of the people's advertisements, but Allen could see the flying broom in the bright window.

But at the moment, he didn't have much time to look at the store, and honestly exchanging dollars for Galleons was the way to go - he just didn't know if Gringotts offered cross-border access business。。。。。。

Soon Alan learned the answer - yes.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't dare to reveal his true identity, he could only exchange a part of the money and then reluctantly pressed the other part of the money into the small bag with the space folding technique that he cheekily got from his seniors - but this bag could only last for half a year, and the spell was very complicated to release.

It's not that people won't change it, but Alan doesn't dare to change it - excuse me, do you think it's safe for an 11-year-old child to walk alone on the street with a large sum of money?

Even though Alan has the confidence to protect, it's troublesome.

What's next? Fun shopping!