My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

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

After the vehicle started, Ethan crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest. The kids next door on the plane were so noisy just now that the flight attendant stopped them several times before they quieted down.

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

"Sir, we've arrived."

I don’t know how long it took, but the taxi stopped. The black man saw Ethan sleeping soundly and shouted loudly.

"OK, thanks."

Ethan rubbed his eyes, put his hand into his coat and took out the cash from the space to pay.

"Man, let me remind you, don't fall asleep in a taxi. You may wake up somewhere."

The black man made a gesture and said seriously.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Ethan thought and took an extra tip of ten dollars. There are not many kind-hearted people in this world.

After handing the money to the black man, Ethan took his backpack, opened the car door and got out of the car. The green tile roof of the archway not far away had the four characters "The world is for one commonwealth" written by Dr. Sun Yat-sen above.

Walking along the archway, you can see the cornices and painted walls, beautiful buildings and jade buildings everywhere, and the Chinese signboards all over the street made Ethan feel a long-lost sense of familiarity.

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

That's right, his first stop when 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 was very happy to eat.

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

I found an old barbecue shop with the most people queuing up, and stood silently at the back of the queue.

At this time, the two Asian girls in front turned their heads. When they saw Ethan, their eyes lit up. They pulled each other's arms and whispered:

"Wow, you ghost guy is so handsome!"

"What? I feel so stylish."

Ethan, who has a good ear, heard clearly. Listening to the familiar Cantonese, he winked at the two little girls and responded with a smile.

When the two girls heard what Ethan said, their faces immediately turned 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 wanted to eat with a normal face. There are many foreigners who like to eat barbecued pork, and they often meet him.

"I'd like a roast goose leg with barbecued pork, thank you."

Since it could only be taken away and not dine-in, Ethan found a bench nearby with his lunch box and sat down, opened the lunch box, and the aroma was fragrant.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the roasted goose leg and took a bite. The skin of the roasted goose was crispy and the meat was tender. When he took a bite, the juice flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

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

After finishing the roasted pork rice, he saw that there were not many people queuing, so he quickly walked over and continued to queue.

The boss was stunned for a moment when he saw Ethan. Although foreigners all looked the same, it was rare to see such handsome men. He had just ordered a meal, so he must have made an impression.

"Boss, help me pack some more."

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

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

The owner of the barbecue shop thought he didn't hear clearly, "I'm sorry, please say it again."

"The $1,000 roast goose, barbecued pork, soy sauce chicken, roasted pork ribs, roasted pork, etc., look at what you have in your store and try to match them."

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

The owner of the barbecue shop looked at Ethan's serious look, took the money blankly, and then shouted to the barbecue room, "Brother Cheng, start cutting materials."

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

Not long after, Ethan walked out of the barbecue shop with two big bags full of food in each hand. San Francisco's Chinatown is a very famous tourist attraction and there are people everywhere. It took a lot of effort for him to find a deserted corner and put the two bags. Large bags of food are placed in the space.

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

Thinking of being able to eat hot Chinese food at any time in the future, Ethan happily wandered around Chinatown.

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

Because it was the weekend, when I arrived at the Oracle Arena, it was already crowded, with countless fans queuing up to get in early.

Ethan was also infected by the lively atmosphere. He took out a yellow No. 30 jersey from his backpack and put it on his body. He raised his arms and shouted, blending in with the excited fans.

What makes him embarrassed is that because backpacks are not allowed to be brought into the venue, he cannot throw the backpack into the space in front of everyone. He can only spend 10 US dollars to store it and then scan the code with his mobile phone to enter the venue.

As the game approaches, Oracle Arena has turned into a sea of ​​yellow.

During the warm-up, the primary school student gritted his teeth and greeted the audience, and then hit a midfield three-pointer to directly ignite the atmosphere.

The rhythm of the game was a bit dull at the beginning. After watching the wonderful performance of the midfield cheerleaders, the Splash Brothers' one after another three-point wave in the second half directly stunned the opponent. Not long after the start of the fourth quarter, the game entered garbage time, and both sides made substitutions. The main lineup.

After the game, Ethan excitedly squeezed to the player tunnel and successfully got the primary school students' signatures.

He got his backpack back, left the Oracle Arena without finishing, took a taxi back to his hotel in San Francisco, and ended his day's journey.

The next day, Ethan took a rare nap and felt relaxed after traveling.

After checking out of the room, Ethan walked out of the hotel, preparing to hail a taxi to the airport and head to the next tourist destination.

I don’t know what happened today, but as soon as I left the hotel, I saw a dozen rats running wildly on the street.

Ethan bypassed the hotel doorman, who was driving away mice with a broom with a depressed look on his face.

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

Perhaps out of the mysterious sixth sense, the blonde beauty felt that someone was observing her, so she turned her head, met Ethan's eyes, and the two smiled at each other.

Ethan felt a little familiar inexplicably, 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" sound suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Escape Mission: Successfully Surviving the San Francisco Earthquake."