Counterattack 1988

Wang Lin recognized her immediately.

is her!

The blond woman I saw yesterday in the Waldorf Astoria restaurant.

She is filming.

She is so sexy today!

A black dress with suspenders with a very low neckline, slender and white legs looming, and soft shoulders exposed, and the two semicircles are even more eye-catching.

It could be seen that she was of mixed race, and mixed races are generally beautiful, and she was even more beautiful.

She has golden brown curly hair and dark blue eyes.

Her peerless beauty is enough to make all women jealous, she is God's masterpiece.

Beauty is the best passport for a woman. No matter where she is, beautiful women will receive different preferential treatment. However, with the proliferation of plastic surgery technology, beautiful women seem to be mass-produced and can be seen everywhere.

But those real beauties are always the brightest focus in the crowd, and this woman in front of her is such a person.

She satisfies all men's fantasies about beautiful women, including appearance, figure, temperament, and personality. No matter who she compares with, she is the most outstanding person.

With a glance of ten thousand years, it couldn't be more appropriate to put it on this blonde beauty.

Li Wenxiu pulled Wang Lin: "You can't move when you see a beautiful woman?"

Wang Lin rubbed his chin and smiled slightly: "Look!"

Shen Xue smiled and said, "Don't even mention it, this woman is so beautiful."

Wang Lindao: "It's not as good as you, but she has an exotic style, which is a bit surprising at first glance."

Zhou Porridge gave him a blank look, and said, "Hey, we're here to visit the museum, not to see beautiful women, okay?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Let's go!"

Zhou Jun was also dumbfounded. Wang Lin pulled his hands and walked back, and he turned his head to look.

Wang Lin got angry, raised her leg, and kicked him: "Your eyes are growing on her, aren't you?"

Zhou Jun groaned, jumped his feet, and smiled awkwardly: "No, I'm watching them filming a movie! What kind of movie is this? I don't know what movie it is, so I must buy it and watch it."

Wang Lin stared and said, "I think you want to see her?"

Zhou Jun chuckled and said, "Hey! Are there not enough beauties in the movie? What can I do if I have a look?"

A group of people visited the museum. The Metropolitan Museum condensed architectural styles of different periods. The museum collected millions of art treasures from all over the world, including buildings, sculptures, paintings, sketches, prints, photos, glass from various historical periods. Vessels, ceramics, textiles, metalwork, furniture, ancient houses, weapons, armor and musical instruments, etc.

Wang Lin and the others walked around until two o'clock in the noon, and they were really tired, especially the children, who were very interested at the beginning, but after a long walk, they wanted to be hugged, and they were not interested in anything, they just yelled Looking to eat.

Li Wenxiu took out bread for the children to eat, Wang Wen took a bite, said it was not tasty, and threw it on the ground.

"Why doesn't it taste good?" Li Wenxiu picked it up and said, "You child, if you don't eat it, you don't eat it. Why are you throwing things around?"

Wang Wen pouted and said, "I want to eat meat!"

Li Wenxiu threw the dirty bread into the trash can, took out a new piece of bread, opened it, took a bite, frowned and said, "What kind of bread is this? It's really bad. No wonder Wenwen doesn't eat it."

Wang Lin took a bite and spit it out immediately: "It's really unpalatable!"

To be honest, the bread in the United States is really unpalatable.

It's just that Wang Lin and the others didn't know about it when they came here for the first time. They thought these breads were as delicious as the ones bought in China!

This is all right, just fell for it.

In New York, what floods the market, that is to say, the supermarket, is the kind of bread suffering from edema, which shrinks into gnocchi when pinched and never comes back, and can't be cut with a knife and can't be buttered.

People often lament: Such a big country, such a developed industry, can't make a good bread!

In fact, it’s not that the bread is not so difficult to make. It’s just that there is no market.

It’s not that no one in the United States knows how to make good bread. In slightly larger cities, there will always be a few bakeries that sell fresh, crunchy shells, and chewy breads inside. German, French, Italian There are generally several styles. Although it cannot be said that the variety is rich, the quality is still acceptable. At least it is not a problem to fool tourists.But there are too few such bakeries to increase.

It's a lifestyle decision.Most people in the United States live scattered in the suburbs, and their daily food purchases are large, several days, or even once a week.Delicious bread must be sold on the same day it is baked. To do this, the city must have a structure like that in Europe. There is a bakery on the corner downstairs, and you can buy it at any time. Only then can it be possible to ensure that output and consumption are completed on the same day.

In the culture of the United States, which uses cars instead of walking to dissolve cities, this cannot be done.Correspondingly, the sliced ​​bread with preservatives is also suitable for large-scale industrial production, which is much more efficient and beneficial than small bakeries, and it also conforms to the economic model of American society.After a long time, Americans are used to eating edema bread, so they don't think it is unacceptable.

I'm afraid it's not just bread. Many unpalatable American foods, such as various quick-frozen microwave-heated foods, and various foods that can be purchased in large quantities and stored in the refrigerator for several weeks, are all related to scattered living.This residential model itself provides a market for the large-scale industrial production of daily food.

Not only the Chinese are not used to eating here, but tourists from other countries, such as the French, also find it difficult to adapt to the United States. Some international students will be forced to collapse by American food.

The quality of life of Americans is actually far inferior to that of developed areas in my country. The life of Americans is a high-tech and rough life.

Shen Xue smiled and said, "Is it so unpalatable? I'll try."

She took the bread, didn't eat it, just smelled it, and handed it back to Wang Lin: "What's this strange smell? I lost my appetite after smelling it."

Wang Lin threw all the bread into the trash can: "Forget it, let's go out to eat! The children are also tired. I asked the staff before, even if I left the Metropolitan Museum halfway after I got the small badge, it would be the same day before closing. Still can go back to the museum."

When I bought the tickets just now, although it was said to be a free donation, there is actually a standard. Adults are $25 per person, and children are $12 per person.

This price is quite expensive, because in China, many museums are open for free.

Everyone was hungry too, so they had to come out to eat.

When passing by the museum lobby, I saw that the filming was still going on there, and the three floors inside and outside were full of people watching.

Li Wenxiu said: "Look for a Chinese restaurant?"

Wang Lin hummed.

It is not difficult to find Chinese restaurants in New York. There is an area where almost all Chinese are Chinese. It is known as the Chinese colony in New York. There are also many Chinese restaurants in Chinatown.

Wang Lin and the others didn't have a car in New York, so they took a taxi.

Taking a taxi in New York is very expensive, but it's nothing to Wang Lin.

The taxi driver took them to Chinatown in Manhattan's Chinese community.

The residents of Chinatown in New York are mainly Chinese, and Chinese business activities are also concentrated here.Living in Chinatown is like living in other small Chinese towns such as Mainland China and Xiangjiang.The common language is mainly Mandarin, but there are also local dialects.Chinese food is the staple food, and there are Chinese newsstands at many street corners.You can hear Chinese radio while driving, and the TV you watch at night is Chinese TV.In the United States, only Chinatown has such conditions and atmosphere.

The biggest feature of Chinatown is that the residents in this area are almost all Chinese.At the same time, the Chinese are also engaged in commercial activities here, mainly opening shops, restaurants and gift shops.

One-third of the store is a restaurant. On both sides of the street, there are piles of fruit, medicinal materials, and seafood stalls. Aunts selling department stores and beautiful Chinese signboards are mixed together.

There are hundreds of thousands of Chinese living in New York. Chinatown has a century-old history. It is not only a street, but more like a city within a city. Dozens of surrounding streets are all Chinese.

When Wang Lin and the others walked into Chinatown, it was like returning to the motherland!
kind!

Even the smell of food floating in the air is so familiar.

Wang Lin found a Chinese restaurant that looked quite high-end, and walked in.

"Welcome!" The waiter spoke standard Mandarin, which made Wang Lin and the others feel very cordial.

It was past meal time, and there were not many people in the restaurant.

Wang Lin found a seat and waited for someone to sit down, and asked, "What's delicious?"

The waiter said: "Several of you just came from the mainland?"

Wang Lin asked, "How did you find out?"

The waiter smiled and said, "You can tell by your attire."

Wang Lin was slightly surprised, and asked, "Is there any difference in our clothes?"

The waiter said: "The clothes you are wearing are not in the United States. Anyway, I have never seen them. I can't tell you what is different, but I can see them, and they are very kind."

Wang Lin laughed and said, "Really? Interesting. But people in every region have their own style of dressing, that's for sure."

The waiter took out the menu and said, "Are you from Shencheng? We have lion head, yellow sea fish, dried kelp, mapo tofu, long chaoshou, white chicken, fish fillets with seasonal vegetables, fresh squid with salt and pepper, and fried rice noodles. Roast duck, and wontons!"

Li Wenxiu smiled and said, "It can be regarded as finding something delicious. The dishes in the hotel are outrageously expensive, but the taste is so-so."

The waiter smiled and said: "Of course, if you want to eat hometown food, you must come to Chinatown. No matter where you are from, you can find hometown taste here."

Wang Lindao: "If you have any good dishes, just serve them. There are so many of us, let's serve eighteen dishes on each table!"

The waiter smiled and agreed, but he didn't really serve anything. Instead, he took the menu, flipped to the back, pointed to a banquet menu and said, "Then why don't you come here? This is the highest-standard banquet in our restaurant."

Wang Lin glanced at it and said, "Okay, just eat this."

He asked Zhou Jun again: "I still have to go shopping in the afternoon, so why don't I drink?"

Zhou Jun said: "Don't drink it, drink it at night!"

It didn't take long for the meals to be served one after another.

The dishes are delicious in color, fragrance, and taste. Although limited by the ingredients, the taste of many dishes is not as authentic as that of domestic restaurants, but at least you can eat real hometown dishes.

A few children also eat quickly, without feeding at all.

Li Wenxiu said: "Wang Lin, we can all come to Chinatown for dinner in the future. The taste is good and the price is even cheaper than a hotel."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Isn't it casual? You don't have to go anywhere to eat, you can try all kinds of dishes!"

At this time, a woman walked in the door.

The waiter stepped forward to entertain and said with a smile, "How many people?"

The woman blushed, and asked timidly: "Hi, I'm not here for dinner, I would like to ask, is your store still recruiting people? I saw a recruitment post on the door of your store."

"Go in and ask the boss!" The waiter pointed to the cash register inside, "The boss is inside."

The woman thanked her and walked inside.

At the checkout counter sat a fat man, smoking a cigarette and watching a football game on a small TV.

"Hello, are you recruiting?" the woman asked.

"No more recruits! We are fully recruited!" The fat man waved his hand.

The woman let out a cry, turned around, and suddenly saw Wang Lin and the others, and shouted in surprise: "It's you!"

Wang Lin looked back at her and said with a smile, "Zhang Jingfang! Why are you here?"

This woman was none other than Zhang Jingfang who arrived in New York by plane with Wang Lin and the others.

Zhang Jingfang smiled wryly: "I'm looking for a job. Where do you live? Do you also live in Chinatown?"