At the intersection of Lessing Street and Ninth Avenue, Ai Fei's car stopped. The lights in the restaurant on the side of the road were bright, and the jazz music from the old phonograph sounded extremely strange to him. However, he was so hungry that he could not care about that much.

When I walked into the restaurant, it was a mess! On a cold winter night, the doors and windows in the restaurant were closed tightly, and the smell of tar was filled with a strong smell: How many people smoked so much?

Ai Fei cursed in his heart, and his eyes swept back and forth in the crowd several times: the restaurants of this era are very different from the restaurants Ai Fei saw in movies and TV. First, the area is much smaller and quite cramped. On the left side of the door is a bar that leads from the foyer to the deepest point, and most guests sit in front of the bar.

There was a walkway in the middle, and there were no waitresses. A few black men dressed in white (yellow?) work uniforms served back and forth, delivering what guests needed; on the right was a row of dining tables, with very small candlesticks on the table, and the candles inside were lit. Rather than lighting, it was more appropriate to add atmosphere.

There are not many customers in the restaurant, all of which are concentrated on the bar, with greasy and powdery noodles - this is a very appropriate metaphor. In Ai Fei's opinion, they have so much wax on their heads, and they are about to fall down even if they fall! They hold a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and are talking in a movement and manner that seems extremely funny to Ai Fei.

A black man held the plate. He walked out of the shadow lightly in his ear. He didn't pay attention and just hit the side of Ai Fei. Even though he was quite skillful, the plate on the plate still fell to the ground. A large piece of fried steak and a few green leafy vegetables fell to the ground, making a loud noise: "..."

The man was so scared that he was shocked: There were rules at work, and in situations like this, the money for this dish must be deducted from his own salary! God, this month is basically in vain!

The loud noise attracted the attention of the guests around him, and the restaurant was quiet. People turned their heads and looked over, their eyes filled with question marks: First, because there was an Asian face here? Second, because of his strange dress.

Ai Fei was wearing a suit that he wore when he was just visiting Mrs. Clint, and was wearing black. Such a suit would only be worn when attending the funeral? And his head, what is this? It was fluffy, looked too ugly, and unnatural?

Ai Fei smiled awkwardly, and before he could speak, he heard a loud and loud voice: "Hey, Andy, look at you doing a good deed! This is the second time this month! Don't want to take your wages anymore! Why don't you give it to this gentleman quickly..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and the owner of the restaurant appeared in front of Ai Fei. This was a thick white man. When he got closer and saw Ai Fei's appearance, he was a little stunned: "……………”

"I'm sorry, this matter is my fault. I will be responsible for compensation for this overturned steak."

No matter who the other party is, the guests who come here are always here. The strong man hesitated for a moment and muttered something: "Hey, Andy, why don't you do your job?"

He drove the black waiter away, and he looked at Ai Fei for a while: "So...sir, is there anything you can serve you?"

"I'm a little hungry. Can I eat here?"

The strong man may be the owner of the restaurant. He looked back at the guests sitting in front of the bar. Fortunately, the Americans still have the minimum politeness, and they did not express their dissatisfaction because they were Japanese. They turned their heads one by one. Then he nodded: "Welcome to you."

He ordered a steak, a few slices of bread, and a cup of coffee. He didn't care about the surprise and confusion of others. He used up the dinner like a wind and swept the clouds: "I'm sorry, check out."

"Oh, $4.75."

Ai Fei took out a 5-dollar banknote and handed it over. When he saw the wallet in his hand, his anger came up again: Damn American policeman! He exchanged my wallet and actually gave me a broken thing like this? Hey, don't you look for money?"

"Oh, sorry." A white waiter took out a 25-cent coin and placed it on the table.

"Thank you." Ai Fei got up and left. As soon as he left, the restaurant became lively: "Look at how Asian he looks?"

"Japanese!" The waiter might be a little unhappy about not being able to get Ai Fei's tip: "Damn the nation! Why are they still in New York after Pearl Harbor? Haven't they all been driven to the settlement?"

"Dingling!" With a soft sound, an old customer who often came on the bar took out a 25-cent coin and placed it on the table: "Dan, this is the tip I gave you for that Japanese and myself."

"..." The crowd burst into laughter.

"Locke, I guess you will regret it in the future." Another voice sounded, and the crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Why?" asked the person who took out the coin in confusion.

"You wouldn't be willing to pay any extra tips for such a guy..." The old man in the grade was speaking, and he stood up slowly: "Do you know? This Japanese may be our neighbor in a long time to come. Do you know how he got this apartment?..."

After hearing the old man's words, the group of people in the restaurant realized that there was such a story among them! The waiter named Dan gritted his teeth: "Damn Japanese!... Andy?"

"Yes?"

"Take away the tableware he used! Otherwise, our cake shop will be filled with the taste of monkeys from the East! I don't want Lessing Street to become a monkey playground!"

Andy took the tableware he used helplessly and walked out of the restaurant. He saw Ai Fei who was about to get on the car and ran over: "Sir? Sir?"

"Hmm? What?"

"Thank you very much for your help, otherwise, I'll miss it twice in a row, I'm afraid I'll really do it in vain this month. Thank you very much, sir."

"It's nothing, I have a responsibility for this matter." Ai Fei smiled indifferently: "Is there anything else?"

"Uh...sir, I hope you don't blame me for being too verbally whispered, but I think you are afraid that you won't be very good at Lessing Street..."

"What's that?"

"That's it..." Andy told him the scene of the restaurant after he left. Ai Fei frowned: "Well, so that's it! Thank you for your advice, I will pay attention!"

Ai Fei never thought that buying a house, a deal that seemed to be just about him and Mrs. Clint, would make him the object of condemnation by the neighbors around Lessing Street. It seemed that the way of handling this matter was indeed a place to be defied. It was not until a long time later that Ai Fei finally gradually gained everyone's recognition by relying on his popularity and methods of dealing with his own affairs. This is a later story, so I won't mention it.

Back at my newly bought home, turned on the light switch, and the room was bright. Ai Fei had the leisure to carefully look at the property he bought for US$75,000: the living room was quite large, with a size of more than 40 square meters, but because the original owner was in a hurry when he left, the furniture and some scattered objects were not in the original position, which seemed a little messy, and even the candlesticks on the partition placed on the fireplace fell down.

There were scattered papers everywhere on the ground, picking up one or a photo! There was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, kao at the fireplace, smiling at the camera. Ai Fei kneaded it into a ball and still entered the fireplace. There was a lot of furniture in the room, such as carpets, sand, chairs, and benches, throwing them everywhere. But it didn't matter, just take a day to clean it up.

When I went to the kitchen, the situation here was much better. The knives and dishes were placed in their original positions. I wiped them with my hands and had a layer of dust. The oven was scrubbed cleanly. When I opened it and smelled it, it was so sweet! What did they use this? Do I boil bee mi?

A gray thing stood in a corner of the kitchen, half a person was high, Ai Fei walked over and opened the door and drank it! It smelled so bad inside! Why did it smell so bad? Look carefully, it was a refrigerator. Unlike modern refrigerators, there was no light that lit up with people's switches, nor did it clearly distinguish the specific refrigeration and freezer. It was just a confined space. After moving it hard, it was not very heavy. I looked at it again. There was no cha in the refrigerator's head. No wonder it smelled. It was not powered on and the things inside were broken!

I walked out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs to the second floor. The rooms were also messy. The children's clothes, toys, and even a huge doll were thrown into the bedroom on the second floor. What should I do if the children wanted? The utensils on the bed were not taken away, and I could use them by washing them. Well, is there a washing machine here? When I came to the bathroom, I saw that the family might have had a washing machine: the color of a large area on the floor was obviously different from other places, but the things were gone. Did they move?
Chapter completed!