The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 560 The Reagan Family

It was noon the next day.

Most Irish people are devout Catholics, and few believe in Protestantism. The Reagan family is a traditional Catholic family. Although their family came to the New World as early as the mid-19th century, they still maintain weekly services and weekend family dinners. tradition of.

Perhaps to express the importance to the guests, Danny's wife Linda placed a set of British bone china tableware with gold rims on the long dining table in the restaurant.

The only daughter of the Regan family, Eileen Regan, whom Jack met yesterday, was helping her sister-in-law. This family is quite traditional, and all the elders are waiting there for dinner.

When Jack followed Danny into the restaurant, the eldest daughter-in-law, who had been busy all morning, was scolding her father-in-law, "Staten Island is not on the other side of the world. You can come to my house for a meal occasionally on Saturdays and Sundays without dying." .”

Tsk, a daughter-in-law without a mother-in-law is just tough.

Frank Regan sat happily at the end of the long table, being scolded by his daughter-in-law. He was not angry at all, and he did not have the demeanor of being a chief outside at all.

"Long time no see, Linda, you are getting younger and younger. This is for you." Jack presented a bouquet of flowers, as if he had honey on his lips.

"Thank you so much. It seems that someone hasn't bought me flowers for a long time." Linda hugged Jack lightly and gave him a kiss. Then she rolled her eyes at Danny, turned around and went in again. The kitchen.

The latter scratched the back of his head and awkwardly took the sparkling wine in Jack's hand to change the subject, "I'm going to find a corkscrew."

"Wow, what smells so good?" An old man walked into the restaurant on crutches, and two little boys ran past him playing happily, calling Daddy, and hugged Danny.

"Be careful!" Linda walked out of the kitchen again, carrying a large piece of steaming barbecue on a cutting board. The overflowing aroma attracted everyone's attention. Erin Regan, who followed her, was carrying other dishes.

Jack upheld the tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and helped the old man with inconvenient legs and feet to pull out the chair at the other end of the long dining table.

"Thank you, young man, you are Jack, right? Why don't you just sit next to me." The old man smiled and pointed at the seat next to him. He was naturally the former NYPD Commissioner Henry Regan.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a young FBI. How old are you? Eighteen or nineteen? Damn it, is this country so short of people now, hahaha."

Old Henry made a joke that he thought was funny, which embarrassed Frank Regan and had to smooth things over.

"Dad, Jack just received the FBI's Meritorious Achievement Medal. In a terrorist attack, he shot and killed a suicide attacker who was full of explosives at close range, saved the lives of everyone at the scene, and then rushed into the fire. A baby who was only a few months old was rescued.”

Hearing these words, everyone present turned their surprised eyes to Jack. Linda placed the chopping board with the barbecue in front of Frank Regan, straightened up, looked at Jack and exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh, we're lucky enough to have a hero."

Although he has long been accustomed to the straightforward way of speaking of Europeans and Americans, Jack is still a little on pins and needles, so embarrassed.

Fortunately, the next moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and a young man who looked about the same age as him hurriedly approached the restaurant, "Hi, everyone."

"Hi, Jimmy (James' nickname)." Old Henry happily greeted his grandson. "You're finally here." Frank Regan was also very happy to see his youngest son, James Regan, and asked casually, "Where is your girlfriend?"

"She went to Greenwich with her family." James Regan also sat next to old Henry, just face to face with Jack.

The Greenwich he refers to is what New Yorkers often call the West Village. It is right next to Washington Square. It is like the American version of the Left Bank of Paris and is a gathering place of multiculturalism.

"It looks like we should prepare a bigger dining table." Old Henry looked at the large family in front of him, and he was very pleased to see the whole family.

Everyone took their seats. Erin Regan took her daughter, a little girl with short hair who looked about the same age as Alexis, and sat beside Frank Regan. Danny Regan and his family sat together. Opposite them.

“Thank you Lord for your generosity in giving us food, Amen!”

James Regan recited the prayer, and the others crossed their hands on their chests. When he finished, they tapped their foreheads and left and right shoulder sockets respectively, making a gesture. An atheist silently lowered his head to show respect.

"Let's get started. I can't wait to taste that barbecue. I have to say, Linda, your cooking skills are getting better and better recently." Old Henry raised his hand to signal his son to cut the meat quickly. It seemed that this was a member of a certain family. The Lord’s exclusive work.

"As far as I know, this is not Linda's skill. At least that's not what Danny said when he delivered the meat yesterday." Frank Regan cut into the tender and juicy beef shoulder, and there was a stronger aroma. It spread out, causing everyone to swallow a mouthful of saliva subconsciously.

"Mommy, can I eat less beans?" Danny's eldest son was only seven or eight years old, but he had put on glasses early, and his eyes were straight now.

"Of course not, but you can change it to rice." Linda flicked his forehead to signal the kid to be more honest.

"Although I have already tasted your cooking once, the barbecue this time still amazed me. Jack, have you ever studied cooking?"

Hearing what Linda said, everyone turned their attention to Jack. No one expected that this barbecue would be made by this young man.

"There are just some secret recipes for marinating meat. The heat of your barbecue is the key."

Jack started to encourage each other in business. After all, the girls around him were pretty good at eating. He had whetted their appetites for each one of them. Forget about their cooking skills, they didn't exist.

Although old Henry was almost 80 years old, he had a good appetite. He quickly cleared his plate of barbecue with lettuce and winked at his son.

"Dad, you have to pay attention to your cholesterol. You can't surrender in the battle with it." Frank Regan looked at his old man helplessly, who had a childish and flattering expression on his face and said to him. He held out the plate in his hand.

"How about a tactical retreat today." Old Henry winked at his son.

Frank Regan sighed helplessly and cut another large piece of barbecue for the old man. At the same time, his son and daughter started fighting among themselves.

(End of this chapter)