My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 105 Finding the Target
Seeing Joe gritted his teeth and said the word dumpling, Ethan couldn't help feeling amused.

Seemingly noticing the smiles on the corners of Ethan and Mary's mouths, Joe rolled his eyes, "I'll let you eat one kind of food ten times a week, and try it for 20 years in a row."

When he said this, he couldn't help shivering.

Ethan thought of that scene, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stagnated. He was afraid that he would feel nauseous after eating it for a month.

At this time, Mary's eyes lit up, "Has the taste not changed in 20 years?"

Joe nodded, "It hasn't changed."

Hearing what he said, Mary quickly took out her mobile phone.

"We can now search for Chinese restaurants that have been in business for more than 20 years."

"There shouldn't be many targets. If we let us find a restaurant that delivers food to you, it means that we can find a place to imprison you."

"However, the premise is that the place still exists."

"It will still exist." Joe grabbed the back of the chair vigorously, "Because I'm not the only one imprisoned in that place."

Ethan looked at him in shock, "Is there anyone else?"

"That's right, every time the person who brings me food is pushing a small trolley." Joe gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not the only one who experienced a mental breakdown. .

Mary quickly looked up on the phone, "What we did was right, not only for Joe, but also for more illegally imprisoned people."

Joe watched Mary swipe quickly on the phone, and asked curiously: "Is it possible to do this now?"

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said to him:
"Of course, technology is advancing very fast. There are so many things you can do with your phone now, and you miss out on too many things."

Joe said blankly: "I saw a lot on TV, but I didn't expect such a big change. I don't know what my little Mia looks like now."

Not long after, Mary showed the phone screen in her hand.

"I checked, and there are not many Chinese restaurants that have been in business for more than 20 years. There are only a few dozen in New York, and most of them are concentrated in Chinatown.

In the next period of time, the old Chinese restaurant in New York's Chinatown welcomed a few strange customers, two men and one woman, all three of them ordered a dumpling, and after eating only one, they paid the bill and left.

Ethan was standing next to the trash can, Mary was patting Joe on the back, and Joe vomited from time to time.

When he was finished, Mary handed Joe a bottle of mineral water.

After wiping his mouth with a tissue, Joe panted and said:

"The next one."

After several people got into the car, Ethan suddenly remembered something, turned the steering wheel and said:
"I don't understand why you spit it out without chewing it?"

After the voice fell, there was an eerie silence in the car.

A crisp "pop" sound.

Mary forcefully controlled the twitching corners of her mouth, and patted Ethan's arm, "Drive your car, don't talk."

After a while, he came to another Chinese restaurant, and Ethan glanced at the signboard.

"Golden Dragon Hotel."

After several people entered, they found a corner seat and sat down.

Still the same, I ordered a dumpling.

After poking the book with a pen, the waiter saw the pale Joe looking at him seriously, so he had no choice but to go into the back kitchen to place an order.

Soon, the waiter put a plate of dumplings on the table and said to them with a smile:

"Please enjoy."

"Thank you."

After Mary responded with a smile, she took the fork next to her and handed it to Joe.

After Joe took a deep breath, he forked a dumpling and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, Mary took out a tissue and handed it to him.

But Joe didn't spit out the dumplings. The speed of chewing became slower and slower, and then gradually accelerated.

He ate faster and faster, his eyes lit up, his hands didn't stop moving, and he kept forking the dumplings into his mouth.

He didn't stop what he was doing until his mouth was full of dumplings.

Joe looked at Ethan, still chewing.

Ethan didn't speak, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the side, paused on the table, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

Leek and pork stuffing, and some shiitake mushrooms are added in, the taste is quite good.

Mary also became interested, forked a dumpling into her mouth, and she nodded in satisfaction.

It's meal time now, Ethan beckoned, and the waiter from just now came over.

"Hi, do you need anything else?"

Ethan picked up the menu and looked at it, then said in Chinese:

"Bring me boiled beef, mapo tofu, spicy chicken, and Maoxuewang. I want the Chinese to eat, not the ghosts."

As he spoke a series of words, Mary and Joe and the waiter all looked at Ethan in surprise.

"You speak Chinese really well," the waiter replied in broken Mandarin.

"Your Chinese is so-so."

Ethan smiled and continued: "By the way, our company is nearby. Do you have a takeaway service? Sometimes work is busy and I don't have time to come."

The waiter brother said shyly: "I'm very sorry, because our business here is so good that we can accept orders, but you need to send someone to pick up the meals."

Then he explained: "Our restaurant has a regular customer who has ordered a large number of meals for more than 30 years, and they have always sent someone to pick up the meals."

"Okay, thank you, I'll think about it again."

Ethan closed the menu with satisfaction, and put his hand into his pocket, "That's all, you ask the chef to make something better, I don't eat that kind of sweet stuff."

"Okay, thank you." The waiter brother took the tip from Ethan, and happily walked towards the back kitchen.

After the waiter left, Mary grabbed Ethan's hand, "What are you talking to him about?"

Ethan patted the back of her hand, "I asked him for information."

"and then?"

Joe squeezed the fork in his hand and asked hastily.

"It's right here, they have a regular customer who has ordered a lot of food here for more than 30 years."

Ethan opened his sleeve and looked at his watch, "It's time for dinner soon, let's wait while we eat."

On the dining table, several dishes that Ethan ordered were quickly placed on the table.

He picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It tasted quite authentic, tender, smooth, numb and spicy.

"You all have a taste, this meal is mine."

Ethan tapped the back of Joe's hand with the tip of his chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "Joe, Chinese food is not only about dumplings, they are all delicious, don't keep staring at the front desk."

Joe's mind was not at all on the food at this time, but it couldn't be noticed, so he had to pretend to eat.

Mary is not afraid of eating, she holds the white rice and uses a fork to fish the beef in the soup.

Several people were full, and when Ethan checked out, several large yellow paper bags were already placed at the front desk, filled with Chinese food takeaway boxes.

Just as Mary was breaking fortune cookies boredly, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.

A burly man in a black suit walked in swaggeringly with a cigar in his mouth.

"Is it the same as usual?" The cigar man reached for the handle of the paper bag.

"Yes, that's right."

The front desk clerk nodded with a smile.

"Let's put it in the account." The cigar man picked up the paper bag and turned to leave.

Ethan kicked Joe who was about to move in the audience. After the man walked out the door, he threw the car keys to Mary and followed him out alone.

(End of this chapter)