"I heard you're going to Chinatown?"

Charles, who came out of the kitchen, was busy with his hands and said, "Don't go." New York's Chinatown is very chaotic, with robberies happening all the time...... Of course, I'm not worried about the safety of the two of you, I'm afraid that if the two of you show your superpowers at this moment, it will add fuel to the fire and make people feel more uneasy. ”

"Just going for a meal, finishing the meal, walking the streets, and we'll be out of Chinatown in no time. If possible, it's a good idea to be able to visit the night market. I promise nothing will happen. Tang Lang's heart was still full of expectations.

"Hmm."

Charles nodded, "I'm not going, though." You two go. As he spoke, he smiled mysteriously.

As if he had guessed the kindness hidden in Charles's smile, Tang Lang actually felt a little embarrassed, so he had to say: "You should experience the ancient and long-standing Chinese culture." ”

But Charles smiled and said, "I've been learning from you for a long time." I was very impressed. ”

Tang Lang also laughed when he heard this, "I also experienced the unique flavor of American culture from you. - By the way, how did your lunch go? Need me and Jane help? ”

"Well, I made my signature dish, fried lobster soaked in champagne, and soft-shelled turtle soup. Now, you can have a good taste of my craft. ”

Charles said, and walked towards the kitchen.

Here, Tang Lang said to Jane, who was standing aside. Grey explains: "Charles has rarely cooked himself, at least since I came to his house. Rarely seen. Normally, it's the Witch Raven who cooks. However, I have a feeling that Charles should be able to cook. He lost his parents at an early age. He has to take care of his own life......"

Simple. Grey was excited, "I'd love to try Charles's craft." ”

……

New York City, Chinatown.

Tang Lang and Jane. Grey strolls down the crowded streets.

A sense of déjà vu made Tang Lang's heart feel tender. After all, this is a foreign land, but Tang Lang clearly feels as if he is in his own country.

Antique streets, delicate cornices, familiar vernacular sounds. The long-lost robe and horse coat...... This is clearly the homeland that haunts him.

The Chinese with a pioneering spirit have carved out a territory of their own in an international metropolis like New York. And it is also decent, full of "Republic of China" style.

"Charles's craftsmanship is really good, I don't know the restaurant here, how is the craftsmanship? Speaking of which. This was my first time in New York's Chinatown. ”

Tang Lang spoke. Turning his head to look at Jane next to him. Grey.

"The last time I visited, I ate the roast duck on the oven here, and the kung pao chicken...... "Jane. Grey wanted to say a few more dish names, but she held back for a long time, but she didn't say them, thinking that the Chinese dish names were too difficult to remember, so she had to say them. "There are several. It's really delicious. ”

"You're eating some home-cooked food, which is also a flavored side dish. Of course. I'm not saying bad. I don't recommend you to eat those things like abalone and swallow's wings. It's expensive to die, and it's not very delicious. It's better to eat hot pot. ”

"Hot pot?"

Listen to Tang Lang say hot pot, Jane. Gregory was interested. - The hot pot makes her feel very fresh.

"You haven't eaten hot pot yet?"

Tang Lang originally thought it was Jane. Grey has already eaten hot pot. He thinks that hot pot is so famous that it should be found in every corner of this world. At that time, the war horses of the Mongols once galloped to the banks of the Rhine, and their way of eating mutton in hot pot should have spread to Europe.

However, he looked at Jane. Grey's reaction seemed to be the first time she had heard that there was such a thing as "hot pot" in this world.

Sure enough, Jane. Grey shook her head and said, "I haven't eaten hot pot." I hadn't heard of it before. ”

"Oh well. I'll take you to a hot pot restaurant to try it. It's winter now, and it's the season to eat hot pot, warm up and replenish the sun, and make the best products. If you eat hot pot and drink two or two pots at the same time, it will be beautiful. Tang Lang said, he couldn't help but arouse the gluttonous worms, and the saliva kept pouring out of his mouth.

"What's the second pot head?"

Tang Lang thought for a while and said, "That should be Chinese Scotch whisky." - Later, you can try it too. Perhaps, in Huaxia, Erguotou does not have the status of Scotch whisky in the United States.

So, Tang Lang and Jane. Grey walked freely, keeping an eye out for hot pot restaurants.

It's a pity that they walked from one end of Chinatown to the other, and they didn't find a hot pot restaurant.

Tang Lang was very disappointed, "There is no hot pot restaurant, this is still Chinatown?" ”

Eating hot pot in Huaxia has a history of thousands of years. Where there are Tang people, there is hot pot cuisine. And Tang Lang didn't find a hot pot restaurant in Chinatown, which made him feel very depressed.

Simple. Grey was beside her, feeling a little embarrassed, "It's okay, we can eat something else." Didn't you say that there are many cuisines in Huaxia, Sichuan, Hunan, Shandong, and Cantonese cuisine, any cuisine, I'm very interested. ”

Tang Lang was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone say: "Who would have thought that in that small alley, there would be such a delicious hot pot restaurant, what a strange encounter." ”

Hot pot restaurant!

As soon as he heard these three words, Tang Lang's heart was ecstatic, and he hurriedly grabbed the passerby, "Where do you say there is a hot pot restaurant?" ”

The passer-by was caught by Tang Lang coldly, and his heart was unhappy, so he said angrily: "Why should I tell you? ”

Tang Lang knew that he was a little abrupt, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "Brother, for the sake of you and I are both Chinese, let's talk about it." are all strangers in a foreign land, and only hot pot can relieve homesickness. ”

"Hey, I'm still making poetry."

"Nonsense."

"Look at you, too, a Chinese person. I'm pointing you to ......."

Following the guidance of passers-by, Tang Lang took Jane. Grey arrives at a hot pot restaurant hidden deep in the alley.

When I looked up, there were three Chinese characters on the signboard - "Feng Lai Shun".

"The wind is smooth, this must be a branch of Donglaishun in the United States."

Tang Lang muttered in his mouth, and then took Jane. Grey enters the Feng Lai Shun hot pot restaurant.

The best lamb slices came up on four plates first, followed by a large number of vegetables, tofu and the like, and a table was full.

Simple. Grey apparently rarely eats with bamboo chopsticks. The two chopsticks were held in her hands, looking extremely clumsy. Tang Lang looked at it and smiled.

"Don't laugh at me, I'm used to using knives and forks." Simple. Grey's face flushed slightly.

Tang Lang had no choice but to teach Jian patiently. Grey used bamboo chopsticks and explained to him the technique of shabu mutton...... The two of them giggled and laughed, but they were also very happy.

Small wine hot pot is the best match for Tang Lang.

It's a pity that this wind comes to shun the hot pot restaurant without a two-pot head.

Luckily, there is a small porcelain bottle of Banbang sake.

"It's better to have sake than no sake."

Tang Lang was reluctant to ask for two small porcelain bottles of sake.

"Can I drink some?"

Seeing the small wine that Tang Lang was drinking, Jane. Grey couldn't help but move her index finger either.

"Of course." Tang Lang handed it to Jane. Grey made a porcelain bottle of sake, "However, this kind of thing is very tasty, drink it in moderation and sparingly." Drink too much, it's really boring. ”

Pick up the mutton slices with chopsticks, put them in the hot copper pot, soak them a few times, and then dip them in the sauce and eat them beautifully, Tang Lang only felt that he was comfortable all over his body.

"If I knew there was such a place in New York, I would have been here."

The process of eating at Fenglaishun hot pot restaurant is full of laughter.

When Tang Lang and Jane. By the time Grey came out of the wind, it was already dark. Originally, the winter was short and the nights were long.

Under the bright light of the street lamps, the two of them strolled together in the small alleys.

"Jane, you know what? I'm from the future......"

Coldly, Tang Lang suddenly burst out.

He seemed to want to tell Jane exactly what he had experienced. Grey is up. Although he also found his experience to be unbelievable.

If Tang Lang told Jane. Grey's world is the X-Men movie world, and she's just a character from the movie world, not real.

Will she believe it?

Moreover, this X-Men movie world is not the "canonical" world of the X-Men, but just one of the countless parallel worlds of the X-Men.

After thinking about it, Tang Lang's heart was a little hesitant.

He muttered silently in his heart: "Let's not explain everything." That might not be interesting. How good is it that I alone know the truth? Everyone is drunk, and I'm awake alone......"

"Do you have the superpower to travel through time?"

After listening to Tang Lang's words, Jane. Grey wasn't too surprised, either. This is the world of mutants after all, and people with all kinds of superpowers have begun to pop up everywhere.

"No, I don't have the superpower to travel through time and space. I was just...... I think it may be fate that brought me into this world. ”

As they spoke, the two of them were about to walk out of the alley.

Suddenly, Tang Lang heard a "squeak".

Immediately afterward, he saw a black sedan turn and march backwards into the alley. Although it is a reverse line, it is not much slower than when it was in the right direction.

The alleys were unusually narrow, and Tang Lang and Jane. Grey saw the car rushing in backwards, and they all pressed their bodies against the wall.

The black car grazed their bodies, and the black glass made it impossible to see who was inside.

Tang Lang didn't want to show his superpowers in New York's Chinatown, he just pretended to be an ordinary person.

At this moment, they saw the black car that had gone backwards and returned again, rushing towards them.

Tang Lang was secretly frightened: "What is the situation?" (To be continued.) )