The group got off the green pickup truck and walked on the street surrounded by skyscrapers, and not far in front of them, they saw a very familiar, very cordial, very Chinese memorial arch.

This memorial arch is supported by two red lacquered wooden columns, the top floor adopts the form of the dougong commonly used in Chinese style to prop up a small eaves, the upper carved beams and painted buildings, carved with auspicious patterns such as dragons, phoenixes, bats, ingots, etc., and in the center of the archway is inlaid with a plaque, on which the three big characters of "Chinatown" are written.

"Mr. Zhou, there are our compatriots here, I don't know when they came."

When everyone saw the familiar font, they felt cordial for no reason.

"There have been some in the last century, but due to various problems and accumulated contradictions, the New World now prohibits us Chinese from immigrating here, if it weren't for Williams's relationship, I'm afraid we would soon be sent back."

When the group walked into Chinatown, they instantly felt as if they had returned to their hometown after a long absence.

Although the buildings on both sides of the road are still towering, there are already many Chinese elements that can be seen, and most of the shops here are written in Chinese that they are familiar with, although most people are illiterate before entering C13, but it does not prevent them from feeling familiar.

The Chinese here are dressed almost identically to everyone else, tweed jackets, leather shoes, black top hats, as if they have thoroughly absorbed into the local culture, and they speak with reinforced hand movements, and some even chew gum, which is very New World.

Zhou Yu and his new faces appeared on the street, and they were quickly noticed by other Chinese on both sides of the road.

But everyone found that the gaze cast by these compatriots seemed to be with some sharpness, some scrutiny, and even some contempt.

"What do you see? TMD are compatriots, what's so good-looking, they just came earlier than us, but they seem to be already superior, what's wrong? ”

Hu Rentian said as he unbuttoned the two buttons near the neckline, revealing a thick heart guard, and if he found anyone peeking at them behind his back, he would stare at a pair of bull's eyes and look back.

However, in the face of Hu Rentian, who looked very difficult to mess with, most people would choose to look away and give up looking at him.

"Don't bother with it, after all, the appearance of a dozen new faces at once will inevitably make people notice, let's eat and leave, look, here's one."

Zhou Yu pointed to a steaming shop not far away, which read "Guangrong Restaurant".

He remembers having eaten here before he came into the world, when the restaurant didn't seem to be called that and had been promoted to a Michelin-recommended restaurant that required reservations.

The restaurant focuses on Cantonese cuisine, but with a twist on some of the other cuisines.

Zhou Yu pushed the door in, and a guy who ran the hall greeted him with a smile on his face.

He spoke Chinese, with some southerly accents, similar to Hong A's ghost.

"Ah, it looks like it's your fellow countryman."

Hong Ah Ghost was silent, and he had no intention of talking to his fellow countrymen, and now his personality is becoming more and more gloomy, and he seems to be on guard wherever he goes.

Although the decoration of this restaurant is simple, but the cleaning is quite clean, Zhou Yu led everyone to sit in the corner of the restaurant under the guidance of this guy, due to the large number of them, the guy can only put two wooden tables into one.

Zhou Yu barely looked at the menu with it, and ordered a lot of snacks when he opened his mouth.

Not to mention, this is also the food he misses very much, it has been more than half a year since he crossed here, not to mention that he can eat food on the battlefield, even if he can catch a mouse, he is already thankful.

When they were in London, their meals consisted almost of potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, and it must be said that the old gentlemen seemed to devote all their energy to dressing up, and the pursuit of food was outrageously lacking.

But New York is a cosmopolitan metropolis with people from all over the world, and of course they bring with them the cuisine of their hometowns, and here they have evolved to develop a unique and unique food system.

Zhou Yu didn't ask everyone's opinions, he ordered a lot in one go, took out the US dollars that he had asked Madier to exchange before, and paid the bill first, and he didn't forget to give the guy a little more tips, which made the latter's already full smile even brighter.

"It smells so good...... It's been a long time since we've had a decent meal, and it's still a hometown meal. ”

Mu Dezhu, who couldn't move when he saw food, kept swallowing his saliva, and now he seemed to be able to swallow all the tables in front of him.

"Don't be ashamed of you, let's eat it first when the food comes up, otherwise you will definitely eat it all up."

Faced with the accusations of the cripple, Mu Dezhu pursed his lips and was very unconvinced.

"Hehe~ Everyone just let go of eating today, and it's enough."

Zhou Yu said this, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corner on the other side of the restaurant, where sat a thin man with a low brim and only a bowl of porridge in front of him.

Ever since the group came in, the man had been peeking in this direction from time to time, with a sinister look in his eyes.

Zhou Yu quietly continued to chat with everyone about the composition and history of Chinatown.

After a while, the guy from the restaurant trotted over with a few drawers of hot buns, and introduced the flavors as he laid them down. ”

"A few gentlemen, crab roe buns, sugar heart buns, pork buns, and shrimp buns, please use them slowly~~"

When everyone saw the steaming and fragrant buns, they couldn't help but move their index fingers, and their eyes lit up.

"How long? How long has it been since you had a steamed bun? That's what people should eat......! ”

Mu Dezhu is not afraid of being hot, he grabbed a bun in each hand and stuffed it into his mouth like a hungry wolf, and his action seemed to remind everyone that if he didn't eat it, he would be robbed of all the goods.

"Don't worry, everyone, there are still a lot of buns, eat slowly, don't choke."

Zhou Yu looked at this eating scene comparable to a battlefield charge, and couldn't help but show a wry smile.

But soon he was relieved, these brothers of C13 have suffered a lot with him, suffered a lot of crimes, and of course have fought a lot of tough battles, it is really not easy for them to get to where they are today.

"Here comes ~~~ spring rolls, wonton noodles, roast goose, and barbecued pork rice~~~"

One after another delicacies were brought to everyone, and the big guys were sucking and panting, and even Zhou Yu couldn't help but be affected by this atmosphere.

Food can provide comfort at any time.

The cage drawers in front of everyone were piled up layer after layer, and the shopkeepers had to remove a batch, but after a while, another layer was piled up.

The speed at which C13 eats attracts the attention of other diners, and everyone is surprised and surprised, but also has some contempt in their eyes.

But the people, who had been treated unfairly on the battlefield all day long, had long been immune to this level of contempt, and they focused all their attention on the food in front of them.

It's not greed, it's not that they haven't eaten good things, it's the cherishing of food, they're all hungry, really hungry.

Half an hour later, the wooden table where the group was sitting was piled up to the old height, and all kinds of food dishes were eaten cleanly, not even a drop of juice was left.

Mu Dezhu, Dazui, and Liu Banxian picked up all the plates and licked them, for fear that there would be a drop of oil and water falling on them.

After eating, everyone looked at each other and smiled contentedly.

At this moment, Zhou Yu had been secretly paying attention to the man sitting in the corner, stood up and walked straight towards them.

However, before Zhou Yu moved, Hong Ah Ghost and Hu Rentian stood up left and right, and touched their hands to their waists.

The man was obviously taken aback, paused and looked up and said with a smile: "Hehe~ Look at a few people who should have just come to New York, right?" My name is Song Qing, we are all fellow countrymen and compatriots, I just want to ask a few people if they need to find a job? ”