My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 25 San Francisco

He reached out to hail a taxi and asked the driver to go to Duban Street.

After the vehicle started, Ethan folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and rested his mind. The kids next door on the plane were too noisy just now, and the flight attendant stopped him several times before he calmed down.

The black brother said a few words to himself, noticed Ethan's appearance through the rearview mirror, and closed his mouth angrily.

"Sir, we have arrived."

I don't know how long it took, the taxi stopped, and the black brother saw Ethan sleeping soundly, and shouted loudly.

"OK, thanks."

Ethan rubbed his eyes, then reached into his jacket and took out cash from the space to pay the bill.

"Dude, let me remind you, don't fall asleep while taking a taxi, it's really possible that you won't know where you wake up."

The black old man gestured and said seriously.

"Thank you for the reminder, I'll pay attention."

With a thought, Ethan took an extra ten dollars as a tip. There are not many kind-hearted people in this world.

After handing the money to the black brother, Ethan took his backpack and opened the car door to get off. The archway not far away was covered with green tiles, and above it was an inscription by Mr. Sun Yat-sen, "The world is for the public".

Walking along the archway, you can see the flying eaves and painted walls, Qionglouyuyu everywhere, and the Chinese signboards all over the street, which made Ethan feel the long-lost familiarity.

Following the crowd and smelling the fragrance, Ethan quickly found his target.

That's right, the first stop he came to San Francisco was to find a barbecue restaurant in Chinatown. Although he ate beef and mutton every day in Banshee Town, he ate very happily.

But I can let go of the things I have eaten for so many years.

I found an old small roast meat shop with the most people in line, and stood silently at the back of the line.

At this time, the two Asian girls in front turned their heads, and when they saw Ethan, their eyes lit up, they pulled each other's arms and said in a low voice:
"Wow, what a ghost!"

"What? I think I'm so stylish."

Ethan, who has good hearing, could hear clearly. Listening to the familiar Cantonese, he blinked at the two little girls and responded with a smile.

When the two girls heard what Ethan said, their faces flushed red and they turned around in embarrassment.

After waiting for a long time, it was Ethan's turn to order. The boss asked him what he would like to eat with a normal face.

"I want a roast goose leg with char siew, thank you."

Since he could only take out and not dine in, Ethan took the lunch box and sat down on a bench next to him. He opened the lunch box and smelled the aroma.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the roast goose leg and took a bite. The skin of the roast goose was so crispy and tender that the juice flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

The barbecued pork is evenly fat and thin, depending on the rosy color, and the heat is very well controlled. Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth to chew carefully. It is soft, juicy and very tasty.

After eating the roasted pork rice, he saw that there were not many people queuing up, so he hurried over to continue queuing up.

The boss was stunned when he saw Ethan. Although foreigners all look similar, it is rare to see such a handsome guy. He just ordered a meal, so he must have an impression.

"Boss, help me pack some more."

"Okay, no problem, I thought you weren't full yet." The owner of the roast meat shop took out a notepad, "What do you want to pack?"

"One thousand dollars of food." Ethan said after calculating his net worth.

The owner of the roast meat shop thought he hadn't heard clearly, "I'm sorry, please say it again."

"Roasted goose, barbecued pork, soy sauce chicken, roasted pork ribs, roasted pork for $[-], look at the things in your store and match them."

Ethan patiently ordered everything he wanted to eat, and then handed the ordered money to the boss.

The owner of the roast meat shop looked at Ethan's serious look, took the money blankly, and then yelled at the roast meat shop, "Brother Cheng, start cutting the ingredients."

The boss put the money away, and put on his apron neatly. After a while, the chopping sounds of kitchen knives became intensive.

Not long after, Ethan walked out of the roast meat shop with two bags full of food in both hands. Chinatown in San Francisco is a very famous tourist attraction, full of people. Put the big bag of food into the space.

He has experimented before, as long as something is put into the space, no matter how long it takes, it will remain still.

Thinking that he would be able to eat hot Chinese food anytime in the future, Ethan happily wandered around Chinatown.

In the afternoon, he moved to Fisherman's Wharf again. After a sumptuous seafood meal, he took a taxi to the Oracle Arena in Oakland next to San Francisco.

Because it was the weekend, when I came to the Oracle Arena, it was already crowded, and countless fans lined up to get in early.

Ethan was also infected by the lively atmosphere of the scene. After taking out a yellow No. 30 jersey from his backpack and putting it on, he raised his arms and shouted, blending into the excited fans.

What’s more embarrassing for him is that since backpacks are not allowed to enter the venue, he can’t throw the backpack into the space under the watchful eyes of the public. He can only pay 10 dollars to deposit it, and then use his mobile phone to scan the code to enter the venue.

Near the start of the game, Oracle Stadium has turned into a sea of ​​yellow.

During the warm-up, the primary school student gritted his teeth and greeted the audience, and then a three-pointer from midfield directly ignited the atmosphere of the scene.

The rhythm of the game was a bit dull at the beginning. After watching the wonderful performance of the cheerleaders in the midfield, the Splash Brothers' three-pointers in the second half directly stunned the opponent. Not long after the fourth quarter started, the game entered garbage time, and the two sides replaced each other. The main lineup.

After the game, Ethan excitedly squeezed to the side of the players' tunnel and successfully got the elementary school students' autographs.

He took back his backpack, left Oracle Arena with a lot of thought, took a taxi back to the hotel in San Francisco, and ended the day's journey.

The next day, Ethan had a rare sleep in, and his spirit was relaxed when he went out for a trip.

After checking out the room, Ethan walked out of the hotel, ready to hail a taxi to go to the airport and go to the next tourist destination

I don't know what happened today, but as soon as I got out of the hotel, I saw more than a dozen mice running wildly on the street.

Ethan bypassed the hotel doorman, who was chasing away rats with a broom with a depressed expression on his face.

When I reached the corner, I couldn't find a taxi, so I looked around, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass of the office building opposite, I saw a blond beauty in a red leather jacket standing in front of a little boy, holding a pen to Write and draw on a book.

Perhaps out of a mysterious sixth sense, the blond beauty sensed that someone was watching her, so she turned her head and met Ethan's eyes, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Ethan felt a little familiar for some reason, but he didn't think much, and quickly looked away.

Ethan was about to hail a taxi that appeared in the distance, when a "ding" suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Escape Mission: Survive the San Francisco Earthquake."

(End of this chapter)