My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing Qiao gritting his teeth and saying the word "dumpling", Ethan couldn't help but feel funny.

Seemingly noticing the smiles on Ethan and Mary's lips, Joe rolled his eyes and said, "I'll let you eat the same food ten times a week and try it for twenty years."

When he said this, he couldn't help but shudder.

When Ethan thought about that scene, the smile at the corner of his mouth stopped. He was afraid that he would be nauseous and want to vomit after eating it for a month.

Mary's eyes lit up at this moment, "Hasn't the taste changed in twenty 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 twenty years.”

"There shouldn't be many targets. If we find the restaurant that delivers your food, it means we can find the place where you are imprisoned."

"But only if that place still exists."

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

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

"That's right, the person who brings me food every time is pushing a trolley." Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not the only one who has experienced a mental breakdown. I've never heard that kind of horrible, desperate wailing. .

Mary quickly searched on her phone, "We are doing the right thing, not just for Joe, but for more people who are illegally imprisoned."

Joe watched Mary scratch dots quickly on her phone and asked curiously: "Can it be done to this extent now?"

Ethan patted his shoulder and said to him:

"Of course, technology is advancing very fast. There are so many things you can do with your mobile phone now. You miss so many things."

Qiao said with a confused look: "I have seen a lot on TV, but I didn't expect the changes to be so big. I don't know what my little Mia has become now."

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

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

In the following period, a long-established Chinese restaurant in New York's Chinatown welcomed several strange customers, two men and one woman. All three of them ordered a dumpling, ate only one, and then paid the bill and left.

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

After he finished vomiting, Mary handed Joe a bottle of mineral water.

After Qiao wiped his mouth with a tissue, he gasped and said:

"The next one."

After a few people got in 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 words fell, there was an eerie silence in the car.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

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

After a while, he came to a Chinese restaurant again, and Ethan took a look at the sign.

"Golden Dragon Hotel."

After a few people entered, they found a seat in the corner and sat down.

Still doing the same thing, I ordered a dumpling.

After the waiter poked the book with a pen, he saw the pale Qiao looking at him seriously, so he had no choice but to go into the kitchen and place his order.

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

"Please enjoy."

"Thanks."

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 it for a few times, Mary took out a tissue and handed it to him.

However, Qiao did not spit out the dumplings. He chewed the dumplings slower and slower, and then gradually sped up.

He ate faster and faster, his eyes were shining, and his hands did not stop moving, constantly forking the dumplings and putting them in his mouth.

He didn't stop until his mouth was filled with dumplings.

Joe looked at Ethan, still chewing heavily in his mouth.

Ethan said nothing, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the side, paused on the table, picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth.

It's stuffed with chives and pork, and some mushrooms are added in. It tastes pretty good.

Mary also became interested, forked a dumpling and put it in her mouth. She nodded with satisfaction.

It was meal time now, Ethan waved, and the waiter from before came over.

"Hello, do you need anything else?"

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

"Bring me boiled beef, mapo tofu, spicy chicken, and Maoxuewang. I want it to be eaten by Chinese people, not by ghosts."

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

"You speak Chinese very well." The waiter replied in broken Mandarin.

"Your Chinese is just average."

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

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

Then he explained: "Our restaurant has an old customer who orders a lot of food for more than 30 years. They have always sent people to pick up the food."

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

Ethan closed the menu with satisfaction and put his hand into his pocket, "That's it. You ask the chef to prepare something. I won't eat that kind of overly sweet thing."

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

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

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

"Then what?"

Joe asked hurriedly, squeezing the fork in his hand.

"This is the right place. They have an old customer who has been ordering a lot of food here for more than 30 years."

Ethan opened his sleeves and looked at his watch, "It's almost dinner time, let's eat and wait."

Several dishes that Ethan ordered were quickly placed on the dining 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 can have a taste. This meal is mine."

Ethan tapped the back of Joe's hand with the head of his chopsticks and whispered: "Qiao, Chinese food is more than just dumplings. These taste good. Don't keep staring at the front desk."

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

Mary didn't have any taboos. She was holding white rice and using her fork to fish the beef in the soup.

After several people had eaten, when Ethan was paying the bill, several large yellow paper bags were already placed at the front desk, filled with Chinese takeout boxes.

Just as Mary was breaking the fortune cookie out of boredom, the restaurant door was pushed open.

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

"Same as usual?" The cigar man reached for the handle of the paper bag.

"Yes, that's right."

The front desk clerk smiled and nodded.

"Charge it to the account." The cigar man picked up the paper bag and turned to leave.

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