I went to Canada to eat a variety of Western food for a week. I came to Montreal in the middle of the night and woke up and went straight to Chinatown to find Chinese food. I accidentally entered this ruby restaurant and ordered a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, a cage of chicken feet, a cage of ribs and a cage of barbecued buns. Foreign country sighs authentic Cantonese morning tea, full of hometown flavor. During tea drinking, I saw the Westerners take snacks and chase the steamer car to point the chicken feet. Sinochem has been completely transformed. Chinese food conquers the Westerners' stomach and praises one. I walked around the surrounding city hall, Notre Dame, and the underground city, and returned here at night. This time, the target is a lobster dinner, steamed one, sands one, good quality and cheap, and I have a good meal.