New York City's Chinatown is more of a huge neighborhood than a street.

It stretches from Bainaohui Avenue in the west, Ikexi Avenue in the east, Grand Avenue in the north, and Henry Avenue in the south. The whole community contains more than 40 streets, covers an area of more than 4 square kilometers, and is home to 190,000 Chinese, making it the largest residential and commercial area for Chinese in the West.

Led by Qi Tiansheng and the Cao brothers, Chongxu lingered here, and the architectural pattern of Chinese style mixed with exotic characteristics opened his eyes, and the cheerful festival scene made him sweep away his troubles, temporarily forgetting the tension of the-for-tat game with vampires.

On the way along the main road, Cao Yan kept whispering to Chongxu, "This flower shop is opened by Jia Baoyu's family, and that guy is actually a flower demon." "The barber shop over there is the property of my cousin Cao Chun's family, and the ramen restaurant over there, the owner Wu Song is a poor man. You know what Qiqi is, right? It's something that looks like a cow and not a cow, like a tiger but not a tiger, with thorns and wings all over its body. ”

Chongxu nodded, and his mind conjured up the appearance of the fierce beast. Through the glass door of the noodle shop, he saw Wu Song making ramen in the transparent kitchen, and saw that Wu Song was completely different from the poor Qi of the Demon Realm, neither fierce nor evil, and the dough in his hand with a smile was no different from an ordinary ramen master. When he was in full swing, a young oriental girl walked up to him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The girl should be his wife, and the two of them are happy with each other.

Chongxu asked Cao Gan, "Is that his wife?"

"It's that he used to live in Lohanji, where he originally had a human wife. His wife died 10 years ago and moved here. I told him at the time, don't look for humans to be wives anymore. Human beings have a limited lifespan, and it is sad to die in two years. Guess what this guy says?"

Chongxu asked, "What did he say?"

"He said it's just right that he's dead, and I'll be able to get a new one. Save a wife from mixing to death. ”

Chongxu was puzzled: "Isn't it enough to marry a few more?"

"Is there still such an operation?" Cao Gan, Cao Ren, and Cao Hong looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces seemed to say, why didn't I think of such a thing as marrying several wives.

Qi Dasheng interjected: "The prince doesn't know anything. Polygamy is the rule of the demon world, and it can't be done on the side of the United States. The female demon here is very fierce and will not allow her husband to have several wives. ”

Chongxu secretly sighed: "Human civilization is really powerful. The demon has lived among them for hundreds of years, and has completely assimilated into the values of man, not only accustomed to monogamy, but also eliminated the beastly nature of the demon like Qiqi. No wonder my father likes to match his magic hair to the human world! This is indeed a good place to transform people. ”

While thinking about it, the group came to the gate of Luda Dumpling City. Dumpling City is located at the corner of the street, the façade is not small, there are more than 40 large tables on the first and second floors of the upper and lower three floors, and there are ten private rooms on the third floor.

It's time for dinner, and the shop is full, with people waiting for tables from the bar to the door.

There are people from the East and the West in the lobby, blonde hair and blue eyes, black heads and black faces, Chinese compatriots everything, southern accents and northern accents, Eastern and Western languages are intertwined, everyone gathers here for the same goal and the same ideal - eating hot dumplings, it is really lively.

Qi Dasheng and the Cao family brothers are obviously frequent visitors here, and they don't line up, they go directly to the door, and the rice waiter in front of the door still wants to stop them, Qi Dasheng glared at him, "New here, I'm your boss's buddy." ”

While speaking, a Chinese guy with a bloated figure, a height of about 1.8 meters, and a weight of at least 300 pounds ran over with a cushion full of fat, and said with a smile: "Qi Dasheng! I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Qi Dasheng said: "I went to Boston for a visit, and by the way, I took some medicine. He pointed to the young man and said, "This is Ruda's eldest son, named Bruce." ”

"Huh?" the Chinese set of Western names made Chongxu feel a little uncomfortable.

Qi Dasheng added, "It's okay if you call him Lu Dalang." ”

"Forehead ......"

Qi Dasheng looked around and asked Lu Dalang, "Is there a seat left?"

Lu Dalang said embarrassedly: "Today's festival is full." Or I'll add a table for you in the back kitchen. ”

Qi Dasheng said: "I have a distinguished guest here, what do you say when you go to the back kitchen?" ”

Lu Dalang smiled politely at Chongxu, "Brother Monkey invited the sun, but the sun really came out of the west." ”

Qi Dasheng gave him a blank look, "What are you talking about! I'm not an iron rooster." Find me a place. ”

Lu Dalang Satsuma circled, for the embarrassment: "You see this is all full, there is no vacancy." ”

Qi Dasheng found a relatively wide aisle and said, "That's it, can you add the table here?"

"Won't it be too crowded?"

"It's fine. We are not like you and your father, who are as fat as pigs. ”

"You don't understand what I mean, I'm afraid that other guests will be crowded. ”

Qi Dasheng glared at him, "Ah, you kid still dare to dislike me." Believe it or not, the next time your mother is sick, I won't treat her. ”

"No, how dare I dislike you! Yes, if you want to sit here, let's just sit here." Lu Dalang didn't dare to say more, and obediently went to the back kitchen, and it didn't take long for him and his brother Lu Erlang to put a square table in the position designated by Qi Dasheng.

Western diners waiting in line outside the door saw someone plugging and objected: "Hey, how can you allow them to cut the line?"

"Is it because they are Chinese, so they are given special preferential treatment. You are racist. ”

Lu Dalang said impatiently in English: "They are Lao Tzu's compatriots, Lao Tzu is not partial, is they biased towards you? This is Chinatown, not the House of Representatives, if you want to eat dumplings, you can line up honestly for me, and don't eat the eggs." ”

The Western diners scolded and left the queue to find a rut elsewhere, and several Western diners in the room showed disgruntled expressions, but the Chinese applauded him.

Lu Dalang smiled proudly, and said to Qi Dasheng with a laugh: "Four people order two plates of dumplings, this is what Westerners do." Counting on their money, we have already drunk the northwest wind, you say!"

Qi Dasheng said: "Who says it's not! But in his heart, he thought: "Okay, you are a clever ghost, put me here, according to what you say, how can I be embarrassed to be a little less?" Fortunately, Lao Tzu made a windfall and didn't care about this money. ”

While looking at the menu, he asked Lu Dalang, "Where is your father?"

"There are not enough people to use the spoon behind it!"

Qi Dasheng said to Chongxu: "Then you can eat more today, his father's Northeast cuisine is very authentic." Then he said to Lu Dalang: "Let's have two cold dishes, you help me watch them." Let's have a pot of meat, a big mess of stew, a chicken stew with mushrooms and mushu pork. ”