The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 23 Chinese Restaurants and Koreatown

When I returned to Los Angeles, it was dark at night, and when Ron was worrying about what to eat for dinner, the phone rang, and it was Howard's incomparably wretched voice that connected.

"Ron, are you back?"

"Just came back, what's the matter with Howard?" Ron asked.

"Do you still remember the special Chinese restaurant you mentioned in the morning?" Howard's voice was a bit noisy, and Ron even heard Rajesh's urging voice: "It's the one that can make 'yang-strengthening' food, Can you take us with you, you promised."

Three or ten minutes later, Ron sat in a slightly dilapidated Chinese restaurant in Chinatown with the excited Howard and Rajesh. The sign outside only said Liu Ji, a Chinese restaurant that mainly focuses on Chinese barbecue. The restaurant, and there are all yellow people in the store except for the three of Ron.

As soon as he entered the door, Howard couldn't wait to greet the waiter in Chinese: "Please give us a piece of General Tso's chicken, and the food of 'strengthening yang', thank you, what do you want?"

"Order General Tso's chicken, it's all for fooling you foreigners," Ron said, speaking Chinese more fluently than Howard, and even with an authentic Northeast China accent.

"Brother, don't listen to him, first give me three big kidneys, roast them thoroughly, more cumin and less spicy, these foreign devils can't get used to our stuff, and then twenty skewers of mutton skewers, Roasted leeks, from the sheep whip, it seems that these two foreign devils pay the bill anyway."

The waiter opened his mouth wide in shock at Ron's Chinese.

What is it that these foreign devils are not used to?Is it really okay for you to be said by someone with a typical white appearance?Aren't you a foreign devil too?

"My God, Ron, you can speak Chinese! This is the most difficult language I have ever learned!" Howard was surprised.

Ron shrugged proudly: "Of course, it's not difficult, is it? In fact, I majored in Chinese in college and got all excellent grades."

A person from China in his previous life majored in Chinese at a university in the United States, is this... surely not cheating?
Ron held the restaurant boy's chin with one hand and helped him close it: "Hurry up, man, our kidneys want the fattest ones, the ones that ooze oil."

As he said that, Ron stood up, whispered a few words in the clerk's ear, and then licked his lips with great nostalgia. God knows how hard it is for a body in the United States with a Chinese soul to spend in this country.

Rajesh: "Ron, does this 'aphrodisiac' food really work?"

"Of course, this is a secret of Chinese people. If I hadn't dated a Chinese girlfriend when I was in school, I wouldn't know about it." Ron said nonsense.

After a while, the pure Chinese-style barbecue that Ron ordered was brought up one by one.

"Come on, this is kidney, which is made from sheep's kidney. According to traditional Chinese medicine, it can nourish the kidney. Although it sounds a bit disgusting, believe me, it is extremely delicious.

This shiny green leek, once you cut it, it will grow again immediately, which symbolizes the incomparably strong vitality, which can help you continue to prosper in battle..."

Ron introduced them plate by plate, and even the simplest mutton skewers could be pulled out by him to prove his point of view of "enhancing yang". However, the source of the horror still shocked Howard and the others.

Seeing that the two of them didn't move their forks, Ron couldn't help but continue agitating: "Think about that fat girl last night, the two of you were struggling together, don't you want to try one by one next time?"

Before the words fell, Howard, who had just come to stare at the big kidney on his plate with a tangled expression, immediately changed into a look of death, picked up a piece of kidney with a fork and put it in his mouth. Rajesh followed suit not to be outdone.

Howard chewed the food a few mouthfuls and swallowed it down, with a reminiscing expression on his face: "Rajesh, what do you think of the taste?"

Rajesh: "It seems to taste good?"

The two looked at each other, and at the same time, they began to crazily sweep up the food on their plates.

Ron saw the movements and expressions of the two of them in his eyes. The old god took a bite of the mutton skewers on the ground, and then took a big gulp of beer.

Just when they were eating happily, the backstage guy came out again with a plate: "Who ordered Niu Huanxi?"

Ron raised his hand in surprise: "Here!"

Howard has already been aroused by Chinese food, but he is still somewhat wary of unfamiliar food: "What is this made of? Is it also 'improvement'?"

"Of course," Ron said with a wicked smile: "I don't know exactly what is made of it. I can only say that this is made from cow parts. In the past, this was a delicacy that only nobles could enjoy. Of course, if If Rajesh's religion doesn't allow it, I don't mind sharing this delicacy with you.

After all in your religion the cow is a sacred animal. "

Of course Ron knows what Niu Huanxi is made of, but he just doesn’t say it, he’s just playing~ He just wants to see what kind of expression the two of them will show when they know what they ate after eating, it must be very interesting~
I have to say that Ron's character is really bad.

But before Howard could respond, Rajesh put a piece into his mouth first, and immediately hummed intoxicated: "Cow can also be delicious and sacred~"

After a while, the three of them finally finished sharing all the delicious food on the table, and sat down in the chairs contentedly.

Rajesh rubbed his lower abdomen: "Howard, do you feel the effect?"

Howard puffed out his stomach obscenely, and exclaimed in surprise: "Of course! I feel like there is a fire burning in my stomach. I am like an eternal machine, and I can work all night!"

"I seem to be too! Do you still have the contact information of that fat girl from yesterday? I will make her kneel and beg for mercy today!"

"Of course." Howard stood up excitedly: "Ron, let's go first, we're going to have a good night tonight!"

"Oh~oh~" Rajesh yelled strangely, and danced with hot eyes to follow. Fortunately, the two of them didn't forget to settle the bill first before they left.

Ron glanced at their backs angrily: the sky is clear, the rain has stopped, and you think you can do it again?Two idiots, that's chili!Even some kind of little blue pill didn't work so quickly!
It’s hard to say whether the Yang Yang package is useful, but Ron knows that this kind of food is supposed to be a psychological comfort, and many people’s so-called bad is actually a psychological effect. When the heart disease is cured, if the body is not good, there is no medicine. And healed.

This is probably the case of the wretched duo. Seeing the fat girl's huge body, thinking about her small self, she felt fear, and then...

So, this is considered a good deed?Ron thought with some uncertainty, but he still decided not to be with those two idiots just now, who knows if he would be drawn into the battle with the fat girl by them.

Ron had already pressed the "F" key on his keyboard, he didn't want to drive a tank.

Sitting on the chair and waiting for another time, the two had already walked a long way before Ron stood up unhurriedly, wiped his mouth and prepared to leave, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Da da da..." A crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of the night, and the diner owner of the restaurant immediately got under the table and shivered.

"FXXK! It's a submachine gun!" Ron immediately pulled out the gun and rushed out, but when he just walked to the door, there was another "bang" explosion at the place where the gunshot sounded just now.

It is the location of Koreatown not far away. Coincidentally, it is also the direction of Howard and Rajesh's home. It can't happen to be the two of them, right?Ron was in a hurry.

Based on his profound experience, he immediately judged that this was not a robbery. What kind of joke are you kidding, do you need a submachine gun to rob two weak chickens who have no combat effectiveness at all?

But who will embarrass them?In an instant, Ron came up with countless possibilities.

Could it be that Rajesh's family background was exposed and was targeted by someone?

Ron hurriedly got into the car and started the car as fast as possible, and drove towards the place of the explosion. He didn't want anything to happen to the two people who had dinner with him just now.

The place where the explosion happened was not far away, but just after Ron drove more than 200 meters, he met a group of motorcycle racers. Ron was so anxious that he didn't care about them at all, but after passing them, six motorcycles broke down again. return.

Ron felt something was wrong. The other party seemed to be looking at his license plate number. Could it be that this group of people came after me?

The two cars headed by one left and one right rushed up, sandwiching Ron in the middle, the person in the back seat suddenly stood up, quickly lit up his weapon, and fired at his car.

FXXK!Uzi submachine gun!It was the same weapon as the gunshot just now.

For me?The corner of Ron's mouth curved in a strange arc, and he fell into the car for the first time. Instead of stopping immediately, he slammed in the direction and rubbed towards the nearest motorcycle on the left.

"Boom!"

Directly hit the nearest motorcycle, people and car together, Ron succeeded in one blow, and immediately killed the direction completely, kicked the accelerator to the end, the car drew a circle on the spot, quickly completed the U-turn, and directly drove the other car to the ground. The motorcycle pushed into the grass on the side of the road and stopped when it hit a utility pole. During the whole process, Ron didn't show his head.

"Boom!" The motorcyclist was hit by a car on a utility pole, his blood was high and his breath was low, and he seemed to be dead.

And Ron had already opened the car door and rolled into the grass by the moment the car hit the utility pole just now.

But the friends on the motorcycle didn't know it, they just stopped and picked up their guns and fired at Ron's car frantically, threatening to beat him into a sieve, and finally a bullet entered the fuel tank, and the body was immediately burnt out like a lighter. Light up and explode.

Flames and smoke scattered, and before the faces of the motorcyclists hidden in their helmets had time to show triumphant smiles, Ron grinned and stood up from the grass.

"Did you play well just now? It's Uncle Ron's time!"

(End of this chapter)