The old auntie's words made Goofy wonder whether to laugh or cry, she regarded him as a young man who covets her girl.

"You misunderstood, ma'am; I have no idea about your girl." Goofy reluctantly clarified.

The old aunt showed a sly smile and said slowly, "Young man, you've been standing in front of women's products for more than ten minutes. You're definitely not here to buy something, right?"

Only then did Goofy realize that in front of him was a row of sanitary napkins, tampons, and cotton pads, and he didn't need any of these items.

The old aunt continued to reason: "Looking at you, you are gentle and polite; you are definitely not here to rob; you have walked under the camera several times; the thief is not so stupid... Then you look clean and decent, and you don't look like a homeless stray. Ha... boy, apart from thinking about my girl, I really can't think of why you spend more than half an hour here."

Goofy was at a loss for words; he couldn't always say that he was here to act bravely.

The old aunt squinted her eyes, looked at Goofy, and smiled kindly: "It's okay; don't be shy with Auntie; there are not many Asians in Brooklyn, and it is even more difficult for young people to deal with people; I actually always want my family. The girl finds an Asian man. After all, the culture is similar, and they have a common language in life. If she brings me a white son-in-law, I really don't know how to be a mother-in-law to a foreigner. By the way, young man, are you Chinese?"

Auntie hadn't met a yellow racer for a long time, so she couldn't help but open up to Goofy.

"My father is Chinese, my mother is white, and I am mixed" Goofy responded awkwardly.

"Mixed? I really didn't see it. I can only say that your father's genes are too powerful. You seem to be Chinese, and your mother's genes have not left any traces on you." Auntie rambled.

"Yes, right?" Goofy nodded.

"How did you meet my girl?" Auntie quickly brought the topic back to the topic: "Are you her high school classmate? Or a college alumni? My girl is pretty good, right? Although she grew up in Brooklyn, she is still in her bones. A gentle and virtuous girl."

"Cough, auntie, I really don't know your girl. I'm just here to hang out. I don't have the key to the house, so I can't enter the house for the time being, so I just came to the supermarket to have a look." Goofy finally came up with a more reasonable excuse.

"Ah..." When the aunt heard this, a trace of obvious loss flashed in her eyes. "You really don't know my girl."

"I really don't know," Goofy told the truth.

Auntie lowered her head a little shyly: "Look at me, I'm so rash; I actually misunderstood you, pestering you to say a lot of things; it's shameful, shameful."

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Goofy quickly comforted her: "It's okay, Auntie; it's a pleasure to be able to chat with you."

Auntie laughed again when she heard this, squinted her eyes, and said, "What a considerate young man..."

After speaking, she suddenly took out her wallet, dug out a photo inside, and handed it to Goofy: "No, this is my girl; look, she looks so pretty!"

Goofy couldn't bear to refuse, so he took it over and saw that the photo was of a typical girl, delicate and gentle, and her eyes were very agile.

"It's pretty." Goofy nodded in approval.

"You don't have a partner, do you?" Auntie asked with a smile, "Young man, how old are you and what kind of job are you doing? Can you tell Auntie about it?"

"I don't have a job," Goofy replied neatly and returned the photo at the same time. It is estimated that after hearing this answer, the aunt did not have the will to match him and her girl.

Unexpectedly, the old aunt did not lose her enthusiasm but started to introduce her work diligently.

"The job is easy to find. Brooklyn still has certain preferential treatment for employment. In order to avoid being labeled as racist, some companies recruit one or two people from each ethnic group. As long as you apply for a job in a workplace where there are no Asian people, 99% of the time you will be successful."

"Thank you, Auntie; I don't plan to work yet." Goofy politely declined.

"How can you do it if you don't work? If you don't work, you can't earn money. How can you live without earning money? Young people should know how to plan ahead and save some savings while they are strong so that they can live well in the future." The more she talked, the more vigorous she became, and she simply acted as Goofy's life mentor.

Goofy listened with and without one, just to pass the time, but in the blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock in the evening, the small supermarket was about to close, and there were still no criminals coming to rob.

"It looks like I can only go back today," Goofy complained in his heart, not knowing what happened in the real world and what impact he would have on the original world after crossing.

"Okay, boy, Auntie is closing." After ten o'clock, Auntie packed up the sweater in her hand and said.

"Oh, then I should go too," Goofy said it at a loss.

"Come back when you have time." Auntie has a good impression of Goofy. "By the way, what should I call you?"

"My name is Goofy" Goofy said with a smile, "I live behind Macy's."

"Nice to meet you, Goofy." Auntie smiled kindly.

"Me too." Goofy politely said goodbye to his aunt, then turned around and dove into the darkness of Brooklyn.

Unexpectedly, just after walking a few steps, a burly man in a dark shirt and a baseball cap passed him. Judging from the appearance of this man, he should be going to the Supermarket.

Goofy couldn't help showing a smile, then turned to hide under a tree beside the road.

"This is Brooklyn..."

As expected, the burly man pressed the brim of his baseball cap at the door and then walked straight into the closing, auspicious supermarket. When the aunt looked up, her face suddenly turned sallow.

"Give me two bottles of Beers and a few more packs of Marlboro, and find me the change in the cash register; hurry up!"

The burly man shook his hand in his loose shirt, and the outline of a gun could be vaguely seen through the shirt.

"You've been here four times this month." The aunt apparently recognized the man's identity and begged in a low voice, "Where can I give you any change?"

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say! If I hadn't covered you normally, more people would have come!" The burly man whispered, "You know how miserable you people who open supermarkets in Brooklyn are, don't you? ?"

"My daughter is in college, and she is going to learn dance recently, please." Auntie pleaded, "Come back next month, okay? There are three days until next month."

"Ms. Wang, it looks like I have to show you some fear." The man's voice became more sinister: "You brought it on yourself."

However, before he finished speaking, the automatic reminder at the entrance of the supermarket rang: "!"