hollywood billionaire

Chapter 27
How fast can a very hungry jaguar explode?

Han Yi didn't know.

But Han Yi knew how much a Korean girl who had treated her stomach badly for seven years could eat after taking off her psychological defenses.

In two days, this impromptu cooking gang made nine meals in New York.

Haul a yellow taxi when you go out, eat at your destination, get dizzy when you get in the car after eating, and immediately go live when you get dizzy at the next destination, and continue to look for food.From Hamilton Heights on 145th Street to Battery Park at the southernmost tip of Manhattan.From Korea Street next to the Empire State Building to the Chinese district with Flushing as its hinterland.Zhao Youzhen tried everything she wanted to eat within the range of her eyesight.

Daniel's, Le Bernardin, Jean-Georges, and Michelin-starred restaurants with clear soup and little water, Xiao Zhao, we all refuse. Since we want to eat openly, we should look for the most oily, greasy, and down-to-earth public food.

Waking up early in the morning, Han Yi took Zhao Youzhen straight to the dining car between Time Warner Center and Central Park, and bought a dirty water hot dog as an appetizer. This is a street delicacy exclusive to New York.

Dirty water hot dogs are not dirty. They are made by adding seasonings such as garlic powder, chili powder, cumin powder, red wine vinegar and tomato paste to low-sodium beef broth, and then put them into grilled sausages to fully absorb the soup.Because the soup used for soaking, or brine according to the habits of the Chinese people, looks a bit cloudy, so it is called dirty water hot dog.

In fact, this sausage has a very rich and complex taste, sandwiched between two hot dog buns, served with spicy mustard sauce and fried sauerkraut, which is the unique flavor of this fast-paced port city.

There is no need to choose a famous restaurant to eat hot dogs. In the hearts of every New Yorker, the taste of the dining car downstairs is the best.

"No matter where you travel, if your time is limited, you must ask yourself a question." Han Yi followed the advice, "Is there something unique in that place that is better than other people in the world?"

“Deli...and New York Pizza!”

Speaking of these two words, Zhao Youzhen even tiptoed lightly, as if expressing her expectation.

New York has the best French and Italian cuisines in the world, and even the flavor of Japanese cuisine is almost the same as those famous restaurants in Tokyo.

But if you're only in New York for two or three days, why go there?

What does New York have that absolutely no other city has?
Deli.

This is a grocery store-restaurant type of store that not only sells packaged pre-made cooked food and beverages, but also cooks simple dishes such as sandwiches or lobster soup on the spot according to the customer's request.

In the second half of the [-]th century, German immigrants poured into the United States like a wave, and the Jewish group among them popularized the concept of delicatessen in New York.Subsequently, Italian immigrants in the early [-]th century, the originator of this group of delicatessen, made this format bloom all over Manhattan.

The steaming smoked beef is cut open, and the inside is still fresh and juicy.Cut out eight slices and pile them on the rye bread like a hill, then put a spoonful of sauerkraut wrapped in mozzarella cheese on top, and finally cover with another slice of rye bread to finish.

This is the secret of Katz's, the world's number one Jewish deli, which has been in operation for 130 years and is still so popular.

Bite down, it is the most primitive and fierce taste of food.Sweet and sour, salty and fresh, without a trace of concealment, it rushes towards you without any shyness.There is no gentleness of molecular cuisine here, only the essential pursuit to satisfy the taste buds and stomach.

Han Yi discovered that the Korean girls who were traveling together had a cute habit that he might not even realize, that is, every time he ate his favorite food, besides squinting his eyes slightly like a kitten, he would involuntarily shake his body from side to side.

Han Yi called this food swing.

Zhao Youzhen’s food swing not only appeared after the first smoked beef sandwich, but also the Joe’s pepperoni cheese pizza with oil dripping down her arms, and The Halal Guys Greek barbecue rice mixed with secret Egyptian white sauce, all of which made her unable to help herself shaking up.

Of course, two Asian stomachs will never eat only Western food. As the most inclusive and open metropolis in the world, there are all cooking styles you can think of here.Zhao Youzhen ate a barbecue at Jiang Hudong in New York, and tried BCD's tofu pot under Han Yi's strong recommendation, and finally walked back to the Time Warner Center downstairs to have a bowl of Momofuku ramen.

Not only that, even the flavor from Han Yi's hometown, Mala East Village, the best Sichuan restaurant in New York's East Village, they didn't miss.Even in the early morning of the next day, the two rushed to Flushing to fix the old Bashu hot pot.

"Then what did you eat when you traveled to Rongcheng?"

Han Yi added a spoonful of mapo tofu to Zhao Youzhen's bowl, and the sadness and sadness in his tone made everyone cry.

"...Salad." Zhao Youzhen's lips were flushed red, showing a fuller and more plump curvature than in the natural state.Eating tasteless fat-reducing meals for a long time has made her tolerance for spicy taste infinitely close to zero.Youzhen, who can get too spicy even when eating kimchi from her own country, can compete with Sichuan and Chongqing's millet pepper and chaotian pepper.

But even so, she was not willing to stop when she was about to be dizzy.

"At that time, I was afraid of gaining weight, so I just went to see the pandas. I had heard of Sichuan cuisine, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious."

Yuzhen rewarded herself with a piece of boiled beef tenderloin, which was so hot that it hissed and breathed out.

"This is too delicious..."

The dining space in Mala East Village is very small. In fact, restaurants that can afford to rent a large property in Manhattan will not be at this price.At a slightly cramped side table, Han Yi looked at the girl sitting across from him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine what this perfect porcelain doll would look like if it gained fifty pounds.

"I didn't expect that." Han Yi shook his head with emotion.

"Didn't expect what?" Zhao Youzhen raised his head, with a few drops of red oil still on his chin.

"I always thought that even if you like food, you also like those delicate things." Han Yi opened a can of herbal tea for her, and the girl soared if she didn't drink some spicy food, "Unexpectedly, you have a special love for common people's food bell."

"What civilian food? Food is food." Zhao Youzhen put down his chopsticks and explained seriously.For this temporary partner in front of her, she is willing to tell him the backlog of thoughts in her heart, "Just like music, music that only a few people like will not become the nutrient that nourishes the whole society. Those melodies that you take for granted are A catalyst that shapes and changes a country. Jazz, rock, electronic music, don’t they all go from the niche to the public?”

"The best things are the ones that most people love." As if to prove his point, Zhao Youzhen gave Han Yi a piece of shredded fish-flavored pork with chopsticks without hesitation, "History is written by the people." , food reviews too... to hell with the Michelin Guide and Pitchfork."

"Very ambitious, Yujin."

Han Yi seriously handed her another tissue.

"Wipe your mouth, it's about to drip."

Zhao Youzhen, who blushed and wiped his face in a panic, does not have the shadow of the upper class in South Korea?

From preferences to ideas, this prosecutor's daughter is so out of tune with the society and class she lives in.

What lives in her heart is that little chubby girl who runs in the fields in the outer suburbs of Nanyuan City and loves the mountains and rivers with all her heart.

Although his stomach was aching from distension and Han Yi didn't even move his chopsticks a few times in the last few meals, he still gritted his teeth and accompanied him till the end. After all, he released the gluttonous glutton himself from the cage.Zhao Youzhen, who had wiped out most of the food, was also extremely persistent about her coming to treat guests.

Don't worry, Han Yi didn't eat for nothing. He paid for the other travel expenses in the past two days. This is a very logical AA system that makes neither party feel anything strange.

In New York, it would be too extravagant to only enjoy the experience of one dimension of food.

Feed the pigeons in front of the Vista Fountain in Central Park, go to the Museum of Modern Art on 53rd Street to see Van Gogh, Picasso and Warhol, go to the High Line Park in Chelsea, and stroll through the ecological trails converted from abandoned railways.

The tour routes of Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen are the inertia accumulated after visiting New York many times.Avoiding the Times Square, Wall Street and Grand Central Terminal that tourists frequent, they truly immerse themselves in the true pulse and breath of Manhattan.

Maybe it was because of a sudden companion in a strange city, maybe it was because the food was really good, and the girl who had been half-starved for a long time finally regained her energy.From the history of New York to the future of the Asia-Pacific, Han Yi's topics never fell to the ground.

Regardless of any event, Zhao Youzhen can always put forward an opinion with a strong personal touch and extremely rich arguments.It is by no means a scripted book, but a display of values ​​extracted after long-term reading and thinking.

Sure enough, he is a top student in Dayuan Foreign Language College.

Why are all the bullies around me?

Han Yi was a little ashamed of himself when he thought of another top student who was in Treasure Island and was suffering from family disputes.

Apart from those chatters from all over the world, what Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen talked about the most was their common love, music.The most visited place is the Big Apple, which is famous for its music.

Patti Smith and Bob Dylan's favorite café, and the Apollo Theater where Michael Jackson and James Brown became famous.

And, of course, the neon lights of Broadway.

"Thirteen times, I've been to New York for a full thirteen times..."

At 35:49 p.m. on March [-]th, the hit musical "The Book of Mormon", which is staged every Tuesday to Sunday at the Eugene O'Neill Theater, has just finished its golden [-] o'clock performance.The laughing crowd enthusiastically discussed the absurd and bizarre plots and hilarious performances, pouring into [-]th Street like a tide, spreading to both ends of the East and West.

Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen walked at the end of the line. The former raised his hands in front of his eyes, making a gesture representing Thirteen.

"Seen every musical that came out, except Book of Mormon?!"

"Um, including "Hamilton."

Zhao Youzhen was still immersed in the witty story of missionaries outwitting African warlords, with a relaxed smile on his lips.Han Yi, who wandered here, made an impromptu move and dragged her to the ticket office to grab two waiting tickets that were a little out of the way.At first, he was not quite used to the location and vision, but when the first note sounded, Zhao Youzhen was completely drawn into the Salt Lake City in the story.

When the plot progressed to the point where Elder Price broke into the warlord's lair alone, holding the general's hand and singing "I Believe", Zhao Youzhen almost buried his face on Han Yi's shoulder and burst out laughing.

"Why do you hate joy?" Han Yi exaggeratedly sighed.

"I've always disliked subjects related to politics, whether it's film and television dramas or dramas, I try to avoid them as much as possible." Zhao Youzhen cupped his hands to his mouth and sighed, the late night in New York in March was still cold and steep.

"It can be wrapped around your hands." Han Yi took off the scarf and put it on the back of Zhao Youzhen's hand, without continuing the topic.Because he could vaguely sense that Zhao Youzhen's distaste for politics should have something to do with her prosecutor father.

"Thank you."

Zhao Youzhen was a little accustomed to Han Yi's etiquette and concern.She took the scarf generously and covered her cold hands.

"Besides, I come alone every time. Watching a comedy alone seems quite pitiful."

"Why do you always travel alone?"

"Because I feel...it's a very personal matter." Zhao Youzhen replied after thinking about it seriously.

"You mean travel?"

"Yes, in my opinion, the meaning of travel is to leave the familiar environment, go to a completely strange place, and become yourself that you can't usually be."

"If you're with someone you know, what's the point?"

"This is the first time I've heard of this theory." Han Yi tilted his head thinking, "Then what would you do if you traveled alone?"

"Observed."

The two stood at the intersection of 49th Street and Seventh Avenue, four streets away, is the undisputed core area of ​​Manhattan, Times Square with the highest density of LED screens in the world.

Just like the scene in the MV, Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen stood still in place, as if time stood still, and the pedestrians passing by were moving at the normal speed of time.They are like a roundabout, and the crowds around them are the endless stream of cars.

"My favorite thing is to go to a city alone, observe people I don't know at all, and guess their names, personalities, and lives." Zhao Youzhen looked at the big screen on the top of Times Square No. 2016 in the distance, the red Toshiba Logo Above, hang four dazzling numbers, [-], "What did they eat today, what worries did they have, who did they see and who did they not want to see. Is the income from more than ten hours of hard work enough to pay the rent at the end of this month. "

"In life, we always tend to overlook the people who pass by us. They are like regular extras in a musical, appearing and disappearing. For us, their importance may not be as important as the street A stone that nearly made me trip over."

"But now, when you calm down and observe them, you will find that there are still so many people, so many emotions, and so many ups and downs dramas in this world at the same time."

"It's strange that such a different kind of company can make me feel less... lonely."

"Sometimes you don't look like a Leo at all." Han Yi looked at Zhao Youzhen for a long time before slowly answering.

"How do you know I'm a Leo?" Zhao Youzhen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and quickly searched the conversation between the two in his mind.In the past two days, she ate too much and felt dizzy too many times. She couldn't remember what she said.

"Guess, the way you threw the photo on Jin Doyun's face, you must be a Leo." Han Yi shrugged, "However, now I feel that you resemble me most of the time."

"What is your horoscope?"

"Scorpio."

"My moon is Scorpio." Zhao Youzhen narrowed his eyes and made a rare joke, "No wonder you encouraged me to eat that piece of cheesecake, everything makes sense."

"That's not the way to treat someone who just treated you to a musical."

Han Yi coughed lightly in embarrassment, followed Zhao Youzhen's footsteps and walked in the opposite direction of Times Square, and after a few blocks to Mandarin Oriental, it would be faster to walk instead of being stuck in traffic.

The prank on the spur of the moment two days ago made Zhao Youzhen dizzy enough. It was the first time she had been exposed to high-sugar and high-calorie food in a long time. On the taxi back, the kind driver of Pakistani origin thought Zhao Youzhen had a heart attack. , confirmed several times in a row whether it was necessary to change the itinerary directly, and sent her to the branch of New York-Presbyterian Hospital in the downtown area.

"Sorry, that wasn't an appropriate move."

"I'm just kidding, after all, I'm the one who raised the spoon." Zhao Youzhen waved his hand, not caring at all, "I've said enough, what about you?"

"Why did you come to New York alone?"

"I was here to do business, but unfortunately the plan has changed."

"interview?"

"That's it."

Han Yi nodded.

I interview people, and that's an interview.

"After graduation, are you going to work here in New York?" Zhao Youzhen became more enthusiastic about any topic related to music, "Sony, or Universal?"

"None of them. I want to start my own acting agency, or buy one." Han Yi was absolutely honest in front of Xu Yiru, and the same was true in front of Zhao Youzhen. After all, for him, there was really nothing to deliberately hide. This company will expand into other aspects of the music business.”

"That's great." Zhao Youzhen nodded, and Chao Hanyi showed an encouraging smile, which made the Times Square in the distance as bright as day pale in comparison, "You can definitely do it, I believe."

"Tomorrow is a later day."

"It's a later day tomorrow, wish me luck." Han Yi gave her a thumbs up, showing a few white teeth, without further explanation.Zhao Youzhen obviously misunderstood, thinking that what Han Yi told her was the ultimate goal of his career.

Who would have thought that in less than half a month, he would have a high probability of acquiring a world-renowned acting agency?

At that time, Xiao Zhao, who heard the news, didn't know how he would react.

Will you faint?
(End of this chapter)