Chapter 1464: Chinatown

After breakfast, Zhang Zian took the elves and set off by car.

Going out today is later than yesterday, and because I have to get dressed and set off early to avoid traffic jams, the itinerary is very loose. I plan to only go to Chinatown. If I have enough time, I will visit Fuso City and Italy City next door. ...certainly not to watch a strip show.

Richard's mouth was tied with a string, and he squatted on his shoulders full of resentment. It was a pity that he could not sing.

The other elves weren't very interested, they just followed because they were idle anyway, because they just came from China, so what's the point of going to Chinatown again? Aren't the bustling people all Chinese? But at least it's better than staying in Binhai City.

The terrain in San Francisco is undulating, and the speed of the car is not fast. Zhang Zian drove while listening to the navigation announcement.

When passing by a local pet store in the United States, he stopped to visit and found the Leshi dog food on the shelf. Due to the abundance of time, he pretended to be an ordinary customer to buy things and stayed in the store to observe for a while. He roughly estimated that the sales volume of this dog food was relatively average, probably because it was a domestic product in the United States, and he could not take advantage of the attitude of Chinese customers. Blind trust in foreign brands for publicity.

He stood in the store for half an hour, and someone came over from time to time, took a look at the Leshi dog food, compared it with the dog food next to him, and then took it to the checkout, or put it back where it was.

I don’t know if it’s due to psychological factors. It seems that Americans who choose this dog food generally look shabby in clothing and temperament, because this dog food is considered cheap, and it is placed on the shelf with a bunch of other small brand dog food. The high-priced dog food of big brands is placed at the middle height of the shelf, slightly lower than the customer's line of sight, and it is the easiest position for customers to see. It seems that after the wealthy customers entered the store, they chose the big-brand dog food they often bought without thinking about other things, and the customers who were short of money would squat down or stand on tiptoe to pick up cheap dog food from small brands Compare carefully.

"Hello. I'm also struggling between these two dog foods. Do you mind if I ask you about your choice?"

Zhang Zian stopped a young man who was holding two kinds of dog food for comparison, one of which was Leshi dog food.

The young man glanced at him, weighed Leshi dog food in his hands, and said, "I choose this."

"Why? Can you tell me the reason?" Zhang Zian asked.

The man shrugged, "Because it's cheap enough, and it says 'the source of raw materials and the place of processing are located in the United States', I think it's better than the other one."

In the field of dog food,

The raw materials of high-end dog food can be traced, but the source of low-end dog food cannot be traced, but the origin of raw materials is generally indicated, and Americans often feel that dog food with raw materials from foreign countries, especially China, is unreliable.

Zhang Zian didn't ask any more questions, and left the pet shop after the man settled the bill.

He believes that Leshi dog food did not lie on the packaging description, and the source of raw materials and processing place are indeed located in the United States, but this... does not necessarily mean reliability.

The elves were getting impatient for a long time, so he continued to drive towards Chinatown, deliberately changing the direction of the entrance so as not to pass under the green-roofed gate.

People are all golden arches, God knows why the arches in Chinatown are green... Zhang Zian has become extremely superstitious about this kind of thing, he would rather believe it than believe it.

With the car window open, as soon as we entered the Chinatown area, familiar Chinese was blown into the car by the wind. Mandarin and Cantonese were basically half to half, and the remaining few were English and other languages.

60% to 70% of the shop signs on both sides of the road are in pure Chinese, of course in traditional characters, and the rest are in both Chinese and English.

On the whole, this place is very similar to the old Hong Kong and Taiwan style, which is completely different from the city appearance of Binhai City.

China Street is narrow and it is inconvenient to drive, so Zhang Zian parked the car on the side of the road, used the meter that can be seen everywhere to charge by time, and took the elf out of the car to go shopping on foot.

The largest number of restaurants in Chinatown are not restaurants, but Chinese pharmacies. You can almost walk a few steps to meet a pharmacy with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

In addition, many shops selling snacks and snacks have placed the items they sell outside the window, attracting the senses of passers-by.

"It smells so good!" Snow Lion licked his lips, stopped following Fina's footsteps, stared intently at the shop next to him, and couldn't stop drooling.

This is a butcher's shop, the lights in the shop are bright, and the business is quite prosperous, with customers coming in and out from time to time. The store sells both raw meat and cooked meat products. Roasted turkeys and ducks hung on iron hooks, shining dreamily under the sunlight, are on the other side of the window, almost within reach.

In addition, there are a lot of fresh meat, which are placed in transparent refrigerators by category.

There are billboards soliciting business hanging outside the store window, similar to "our new variety: wild boar pork", "our new variety: wild venison" and other pure Chinese slogans with red background and white characters.

"Boar pork, venison... I don't seem to have eaten it yet." The snow lion clasped Zhang Zian's trousers with his claws, and if he forcibly moved his legs, the trousers would be split.

"Didn't you already have breakfast? And you ate a lot!" Zhang Zian looked around and said in a low voice, "The pork and venison sold in this store are all raw. Should I go shopping with a bag of raw meat?"

"Meow meow! I just want to eat raw meat! Cooked meat is not good, it smells like monosodium glutamate! Besides, it's not pork, it's boar pork!" .

"What's the difference?"

Zhang Zian didn't believe that this pork was real boar pork, it was probably faked by looking for some domestic pork with relatively high muscle content, and venison too, how expensive are all wild ones?

"I don't care! I want to eat!" Snow Lion said forcefully, "Otherwise I will strip your pants in public!"

"Zian, since it wants to eat, let it eat, it's okay to buy less, let it try something new." Old Cha couldn't stand it, and persuaded him.

"Okay..." Zhang Zian reluctantly agreed.

In fact, the snow lion can't eat much. It has eaten breakfast in the morning, so it can only eat two or three taels of raw meat at most. The main reason is that Zhang Zian doesn't want to go shopping with raw meat. If he meets a beautiful girl, he will be mistaken for him. Is the husband of the family.

The smell of meat was so delicious, the other elves were also a bit greedy, especially Fina, who was too embarrassed to speak up, but as soon as Zhang Zian said he wanted to enter the store, she ran first.