Chapter 2167 - 2127: San Francisco Chinatown

To make dining more convenient, Ye Qiu plans to stay near San Francisco’s Chinatown.

Now getting in the car, he directly told the black driver to head to San Francisco’s Chinatown.

San Francisco’s Chinatown is the largest in America’s West and can compare with New York’s Chinatown. It forms around the intersection of Du Pont Street and California Street, with Chinatown encompassing Bush Street, Powell Street, Broadway, and Kearny Street.

There are about over ten thousand Chinese immigrants residing here.

Everything written and heard here is in Chinese, and what is seen has a very traditional Huaxia style, like a little Huaxia.

Chinatown possesses all Huaxia goods from everyday groceries to precious jewelry and retains traditional dining and architecture, allowing tourists to enjoy the diverse Huaxia culture.

After the black driver arrived near Chinatown, where they could not go further, Xia Jing paid the US Dollar fare, and the three got out of the car.

Heading directly towards Chinatown.

San Francisco’s Chinatown can compare to New York’s, one in the west, one in the east, both are the largest Chinatowns, and now having arrived here, Ye Qiu found it indeed looks very similar.

Entering inside, the majority are yellow-skinned people, with quite a few white and black people as well, and many speak a domestic kind of language.

Right now, Ye Qiu plans first to find a hotel to stay.

Hotels are plenty here in Chinatown, although they don’t look very upscale.

Finding a hotel that doesn’t stand out much, register at the front desk, then the three settle into a room, preparing to go out for dinner soon.

Carrying their things into the hotel room.

"Qiu, when are we going to Silicon Valley?"

"We’ll go tomorrow."

When the two women have settled their things and sit down to rest, looking out the window, they can see the bustling streets on either side, looking very similar to the features of the City God Temple.

Ye Qiu and the two women descend from upstairs, ready to find a restaurant to eat.

What to eat this time?

The representative of Sichuan cuisine is hotpot, while Cantonese cuisine has already been tasted in New York, and as for other regional cuisines, although each has its characteristics, Ye Qiu seldom eats them.

"Qiu, I want to eat that one."

Miranda pointed to a billboard ahead.

Isn’t this Capital City Roast Duck?

What’s so good about Capital City Roast Duck?

Even in the Capital City, Ye Qiu had eaten the most authentic Capital City Roast Duck and found the taste was just so-so.

As for the Capital City Roast Duck here, it certainly must have been brought in from the homeland.

"Let’s go give it a try then."

Xia Jing knows that Capital City Roast Duck isn’t tasty, but now she can only follow along.

On going upstairs, they find that most of the diners are mainly white and black people, clearly thinking Capital City Roast Duck is the representation of Huaxia cuisine.

The three sat down, and a waitress brought over the menu.

Ye Qiu takes a look; a regular roast duck back home costs more than one hundred Huaxia Yuan, the expensive ones perhaps a few hundred, but here, a regular roast duck costs over one hundred US Dollars.

The profit is really high!

But, looking at the picture, the duck skin seems very nicely roasted.

"Let’s first order a roast duck."

Order one to try, if it’s not tasty, then forget it, and switch to something else to eat.

After the waitress left, about half an hour later, thinly sliced roasted duck meat, pancakes, and some other condiments and sauces were served.

Miranda has been watching other customers eat and knows how to eat it.

Now she puts on gloves, picks up some fried duck skeletons and starts eating, finding it spicy and numb, tasting very good.

At least she never thought that these duck skeletons could taste so good.

"Qiu, these duck bones are delicious."

Miranda said.

"Then take your time eating."

As for Xia Jing, she ate a small amount and then stopped.

To her, this is actually similar to junk food.

Moreover, these are fried, eating them is quite heaty, might need to have some herbal medicine to counteract later.

And when Miranda wraps some duck meat and pancake together, initially it feels good, but as she slowly eats, she realizes it’s not really that great.

Ye Qiu and Xia Jing just sit there watching her eat.

"Why are you not eating?"

Miranda asked curiously.

Ye Qiu knows that the taste here isn’t authentic, and somewhat differs from the homeland, with the sauce being too sweet, more appealing to American tastes.

Clearly, this Capital City Roast Duck restaurant is made to cater to Americans, no wonder it tastes that way.

Ye Qiu and Xia Jing don’t have much appetite in this situation.

When they see Miranda is mostly done, they decide to leave the rest.

At the checkout counter, as Ye Qiu and the two women come down from upstairs, Ye Qiu and Xia Jing exchanged a glance, seeming to have a mutual telepathic understanding at this moment.

Thinking about those two nights when their intimate clothing got wet, Xia Jing felt an indescribable shyness again.

Why does this jerk look at me like that?

Xia Jing thought to herself.

At this point, she fully disregards that Ye Qiu is younger than her by over ten years, instead feeling that he is much more mature.

As Ye Qiu takes Miranda to another hotpot restaurant, sitting down with Xia Jing and ordering a genuine fresh beef hotpot, finding it much tastier than the previous Capital City Roast Duck restaurant.

After eating a lot of roast duck, Miranda isn’t really hungry anymore, mostly just watching the two eat now.

Until after nine in the night, the three finished eating.

Leaving the hotpot restaurant, they take a stroll around Chinatown and then return to the hotel to settle down.

With the three of them staying in one room, Ye Qiu realized it might be somewhat inconvenient.

Moreover, although the room has two beds, Miranda definitely wouldn’t share a bed with Xia Jing, right?

"How about I go get another room?" Xia Jing suggested.

"Whatever you like." Ye Qiu replied.

If Xia Jing wants to get one, let her, it saves from disturbing him and Miranda.

However, Chinatown isn’t as safe as imagined.

It’s also considering this that they got one room when they arrived earlier.

Yet, Xia Jing ultimately didn’t end up going.

And instead went in to shower, changing into a very alluring, somewhat transparent nightdress, lying down on the other bed.

As Miranda finished her shower, she urged Ye Qiu to hurry and take his.

With no medical treatment sessions now, and being wrapped around by this little enchantress Miranda, thinking about cultivation doesn’t seem feasible either.

However, with Xia Jing on the bed next to them, it’s all a little awkward.

After Ye Qiu finished showering, Xia Jing’s hair was also dry, and she looked at Ye Qiu and said, "Don’t mess around tonight, I’m going to sleep."

Ye Qiu didn’t say anything.

And Miranda apparently didn’t understand what Xia Jing had just said.