Chapter 657： Food gathering

In 1964, New York held the World Exposition, which attracted millions of people to gather, and the food culture of the world exchanged and collided here.

Today, more than 50 years later, in order to commemorate and reproduce this feat, New York’s Citi Stadium will also host a world food rally. The organizing committee has invited food representatives from more than 100 countries and regions to set up booths here for visitors You can experience authentic delicacies, wine, music, and cultural art from all over the world at one time. There is also a beer garden on site, where you can drink more than 80 kinds of hand-brewed beers from 45 wineries. For the lively New Yorker, This is a grand food party, no wonder the smiles on everyone's faces are so bright.

This is the news that Yang Cheng got from Lloris. Yes, in just a few minutes, Yang Cheng turned to a little beautiful woman to join the tour. Of course, don’t get me wrong. He didn’t rely on the sharp edges and corners to fit the West. The aesthetically handsome and handsome girl got to the girl, instead relying on a green knife and an hourly salary of 50 dollars.

For Lorris, this is quite a bargain. She just accompanies Yang Cheng for a stroll, and she can eat and drink for free. You must know that she usually works as a part-time salesperson in a supermarket, and the hourly salary is only $12, which is just higher than the minimum wage. The request is only $1.50.

Fortunately, recently there have been proposals from New York congressmen that, in order to resist the crisis of inflation, they are preparing to raise the minimum wage to $15 per hour, but part-time workers like Lorris do not yet enjoy the benefits of a salary increase.

Therefore, in the face of Yang Cheng Chi Guoguo’s money temptation, Lorris only hesitated for a while, then abandoned the girlfriend in the same bedroom and put Yang Cheng’s arm around. Don’t ask if this action is too intimate, it’s a gentleman’s. which performed!

"Lorris, are you a college student?" Yang Cheng and Lorris walked slowly in the crowd holding hands. Lorris is about 167 in height, wearing flat shoes, next to Yang Cheng, who is just in his early 180s. You won’t suffer from the upside down, plain jeans, shirts, jackets and coats are very fresh, a slightly curly blond hair is casually rolled to one side, and the brown pupils are unusually coquettish under the neon flashing, and they look in line with the **** color.

Hearing Yang Cheng's random questioning, Lorris nodded and asked, "How about you? Rich second generation?"

Yang Orange laughed, "Almost, how do you see it?"

Lorris curled his lips, "Can the guy who gives you 50 dollars an hour be an ordinary person? Besides, you are so young, and you Chinese are very rich."

Yang Cheng touched his nose helplessly, as if what the other party said was right, but he was not ready to continue this topic. It was just on a whim. He felt that he was too boring to visit the night market, so he offered to hire Lorris temporarily as an escort. This is normal. If you have an idea, just put it forward, don’t be embarrassed, anyway, if the other party disagrees, just refuse it.

"Let's go, I'll treat you what you want."

Lorris slammed to one side, and the ends of her hair swaying in the wind just brushed across Yang Cheng's neck, itchy.

"Really?" Lorris couldn't believe it, and reconfirmed.

"Really, you can't eat me even if you push yourself to death, don't worry." Yang Cheng pretended to be serious and affirmed.

Lorris made a smile, grabbed Yang Cheng’s arm with both hands, and squeezed towards the entrance of the venue. She had just walked around for a night, and it seemed that she hadn’t drained her physical strength yet. The wind was blowing under her feet and Yang Cheng was hurting her. I had to jog behind to keep up.

Finally, the two came to a relatively loose open space. Lorris raised his head and pointed to a dining car excitedly and said, "The roast duck is too fragrant, and the price is scary. It costs 68 US dollars for half a serving, 98 US dollars a I just slobbered here for more than ten minutes and I am not willing to buy it. I want to eat this."

Yang Cheng followed Lloris’s fingers and saw a dining car decorated with red and purple. Its appearance was no different from other American street dining cars, but the decoration was more national style. The two upper corners of the dining car were also hung with red lanterns. The word "roast duck" is also written in traditional Chinese on it, which is very distinctive, especially dazzling under the night.

Of course, the menu board hanging in the center is in English, which is convenient for foreigners to read. Two silver ovens are clearly visible in the dining car. A silver-haired uncle is sweating out a roast duck from the oven. As soon as the roasted golden red roast duck came out of the oven, the aroma was overflowing, and it instantly grasped the smell of a radius of tens of meters, and unconsciously looked in this direction, but some people were discouraged by looking at the expensive numbers on the price list, some couples They didn't care about the money, and lined up with people shining brightly.

Since Lorris wants to eat, Yang Cheng will not be disappointed, although he does not have such a greasy idea of ​​eating at this moment, after all, it is almost early in the morning, but looking at Lorris’s expectant eyes, he still can’t bear to refuse. It means to eat less.

In fact, the most important thing is that he does not think that the roast duck that can appear here in the form of snacks is how authentic. BJ roast duck can be described as a representative delicacy of Z country. Almost every foreigner, even if he has never been to Z country, I also know that this kind of delicacy with a long tradition can be as famous as dumplings, hot pot and xiaolongbao in foreign countries.

However, most of them have been improved in taste and way of eating, and have lost the essence of authentic roast duck. Therefore, Yang Cheng is not very interested.

Lorris, who got permission from Yang Cheng, didn’t think so much. She just wanted to satisfy the gluttons in her stomach, a luxury meal, 98 dollars a meal, she herself was not willing, and her boyfriend who had nothing to do was not willing, so Lorris almost regarded this roast duck as the last supper, and lined up with a pilgrimage mentality. A pair of long legs seemed to form muscle memory and moved forward steadily.

After a long wait of more than 20 minutes, it was finally Yang Cheng's turn. Lloris stepped forward and pointed to the price tag and shouted, "Boss, I want a package of 98 dollars."

The silver-haired middle-aged uncle is very introverted. Wearing a transparent unborn mask, he smiled shyly and smiled in accented English, "Okay, please wait a moment."

After that, he turned around and took out a hot roast duck from the stove. The roast duck on the hook was smooth and full of shape, except that the duck was a circle smaller than the authentic BJ roast duck, regardless of its se-phase or aroma. It is comparable to authentic, Yang Cheng couldn't help being a little surprised, is this a disciple of a certain master?

After the roast duck came out, the silver-haired uncle was swift in his hands and feet, moving steadily and quickly, without losing the sense of beauty. He began to slice the duck in a very rhythmic manner. The sliced ​​meat was placed on a large box of neatly packed rice, and finally a spoonful of rice was poured on it. The soup, accompanied by a salad box itinerary package prepared in advance, was put into a bag, handed it to Lorris, and then looked at Yang Cheng with a smile. Obviously he also knew that the little blond beauty would not be paying.

Yang Cheng was still a little disappointed in the end. I thought it was made by the heirs of the most authentic roast duck. I didn't expect it to be improved. The last spoonful of soup was really a failure. The essence of the roast duck is on the skin of the duck. The knife sees the skin and the meat. The thickness of each piece of roast duck skin is based on the skill of the master. All of this is okay. Just look at the unconscious swallowing movements of the crowd.

It's a pity that the brightly colored duck skin and the unique crispness were all ruined on the spoonful of soup. Yang Cheng did not conceal his disappointed expression, but still pulled out a piece of Benjamin from his wallet and put it in the money box in front of him. In the middle, because there is only one person busy, so the boss wisely set up a change box, self-pay money and change, in his elite eyes, no one dares to cheat.

However, Yang Cheng did not retrieve the two dollars from the change box, but shook his head disappointedly, and left the dining car with Lloris, who could not stop drooling and wished to swallow the bag, and found Zhang empty. The table sat down and motioned for Lloris to start eating.

This roast duck set meal, with meat, rice and vegetables, is consistent with the usual large portion of Americans.

Lorris unceremoniously uncovered the lid of the disposable meal box, squinted at the roast duck and took a deep breath, smiled contentedly, and ignored Yang Cheng's greeting, and skillfully pulled out the convenient chopsticks~www.novelhall.com ~Pick up a piece of roast duck and stuff it into your mouth. The delicate and plump duck meat and the sweet aroma of the sauce instantly destroyed Loris’s sanity. It’s delicious!

Yang Cheng looked interesting. It seemed that watching Lorris's food was more enjoyable than eating by himself. He had a sense of seeing people eating and broadcasting in front of the computer in his previous life, but it was a live broadcast.

I looked around and found that there was a fresh beer for sale not far away. I immediately beckoned to Andrew and said, "Go and get two glasses of beer. In a moment, you send a brother to the roast duck party. You each have one. Today’s supper."

Andrew's big white teeth flashed in the night sky instantly, and what he promised was a refreshing, but they never had to worry about losing their appetite with Yang Cheng. They basically ate everything they could eat.

After a while, Andrew came over with two glasses of draft beer and put it on the table with a "bang". Yang Cheng pushed one of them to Lloris, "Try this beer, the fresh brewed beer, and the roast duck are absolutely delicious."

The greasy Lorris who had already eaten was feeling a little greasy. After the cool and refreshing fresh beer, the greasiness disappeared without a trace, and he continued to eat.

Until the roast duck was finished, Lorris, who had some rice left, raised his head and asked embarrassedly, "Sorry, it's so delicious. I forgot to keep it for you."

Yang Cheng slid down the beer slowly and shrugged, "You can still remember how grateful I am. It doesn't matter. I eat often, not to mention I am not hungry now."

Lloris stuck his tongue out, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the lunch box forward, meaning Mingjin retreated, "Waste it, I want to try something else."

Yang Cheng didn't care either. He was in a very happy mood now, relaxed physically and mentally, with a big wave of his hand, "Go, just say whatever you want to eat." (https://)

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