Chapter 0057 Girl Su Qing (2/2) (1/3)
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Standing in the street, looking at the endless flow of people around, looking at the high-rise buildings, Chris shouted out his ancient English.
Although his heart was not excited, he was a little excited. Compared with the United States in the 19th century, the modern society is undoubtedly more comfortable.
"My favorite Chinese food, here I am."
Instead of looking for a hotel or changing his clothes, Chris headed for a Chinese restaurant.
Because he happened to see a Chinese restaurant on the street. In modern society, Chinese restaurants are open all over the world, no matter what world it is.
Even if it doesn't take root, it is still on the way to open a Chinese restaurant.
Chris, Fang Zhixing in his previous life, is an authentic Chinese. Even though he is now a westerner and has been influenced by taste and culture for a long time, his favorite food is still Chinese food.
Under the welcome of a westerner, Chris stepped into the Chinese restaurant. There were not many guests in the Chinese restaurant.
Chris chose a table and sat down. Then the waiter came to Chris.
The waiter has yellow skin and black hair, a typical Chinese face, and is a beautiful woman in Chris's sunshine.
Seeing such a face, Chris's memory was instantly drawn to the previous life, the previous life that haunted him.
Although Chris has become a westerner now, and his knowledge and path are also western mysticism, there is a place of remembrance in his innermost heart, which is always fixed.
When I think of China in my previous life, it seems that just yesterday, Chris felt like crying.
"What would you like, sir?"
The waitress is not very old, she just looks like a girl. But her words brought Chris back to reality, and the tears that were about to burst back.
Even with such a simple sentence, the girl speaks haltingly, as if she is not fluent in English.
"Sorry, she is my granddaughter. She has just arrived in London and is not very proficient in English. What would you like to order?"
Chris did not speak. An elderly man, aged 50 or 60, came up behind the girl, dressed as a waiter, and asked.
The elder frowned when he looked at Chris's clothes. The style of the clothes looked a little old. Is it role playing?
Chris smiles. This smile comes from Chris' heart, because he meets his compatriots.
"One Kung Pao chicken, boiled meat slices, fried meat with potato chips, and one tomato and egg soup. If you want authentic Chinese food, add more spicy food, I can eat spicy food."
As soon as Chris's words came out, they both stopped him. Not because of the requirement of spicy food. After all, foreigners seldom eat spicy food.