After learning from Jason that the chef of the farm party was a famous Cantonese chef, he went to check the location of the psychological clinic where Schiller was originally located.
In fact, there is no need to find out the specific location. After all, Schiller mentioned Hell's Kitchen before, which should be the general name of a certain area. You can find the location of Hell's Kitchen in Brooklyn on the Internet.
After locking in the location of Hell's Kitchen, Tim discovered that although this area can be called a slum, it is actually just chaos. Because of the existence of Kingpin, the consumption level here is not low, and there are many famous restaurants.
One of the Chinese restaurants is very popular among gourmets, and many well-known gourmets have tasted it. This is also an industry owned by Kingpin, and it is even his most profitable restaurant. The chef who is rumored to be in charge is
Kingpin spent a lot of money to poach it from Hong Kong.
This restaurant is located on the southeast side of Hell's Kitchen. Although I don't know where the psychological clinic is specifically located, the entire Hell's Kitchen is not big and can be reached by car in ten minutes. No matter where Schiller lived, this must be the closest to him.
's restaurant.
Tim looked at the Google reviews of this restaurant and found that the restaurant's reviews had plummeted since two years ago. Many Traditional Chinese translations said that the chef had definitely changed and many of the dishes were no longer authentic.
It is impossible for such a famous chef to have no job, and it is more likely that he has changed jobs. So will he no longer work in the restaurant and go out to work alone?
Tim thinks it's very possible.
If Schiller was also a fan of this chef, then he would have been unable to eat delicious food for a long time when he moved to Arkham Sanatorium. He would definitely sigh with regret when he occasionally returned to Hell's Kitchen and found that his favorite chef had quit.
Beat your chest and stamp your feet.
So regardless of whether the chef is hired for this farm party, Schiller will definitely not miss the banquet hosted by such a famous Cantonese chef. This is probably the reason why Natasha said he would definitely go.
Tim actually couldn't understand this kind of behavior at all. Isn't it just a dish? How delicious could it be? Eating is to live. If he can survive on nutritional injections, Tim doesn't mind giving himself two injections.
They drove to Schiller's rented residence. This time, they were not so far from the city. They were on the way to Love Farm, which could barely be called a suburb of Los Angeles. Schiller rented a wealthy apartment.
A small villa in the area.
As soon as he entered the villa area, Tim felt something was different. The villas here did not seem to be the ones common in the United States. Schiller explained: "This is a Japanese-style villa. The main difference from American villas is that they use a lot of wooden structures.
The floor, walls and furniture of the house are all made of solid wood."
Pamela turned around and found that this was indeed the case. The walls of all the houses in the entire community were made of wood. The houses were relatively low and had large eaves. There were curtains decorated with cherry blossoms on the doors. The greening in the community was also not very common here.
The oriental trees, as well as some small stone pavilions and lanterns, do look a bit like scenes in Japanese movies.
"Aren't you of Chinese descent? I heard that Chinese people hate Japanese the most." Tim said.
Then he actually heard Schiller laugh. This laughter was a bit like snickering in his sleep when he dreamed of winning the lottery.
Schiller coughed twice and said: "You are stereotyping and prejudiced, and it is an antique thought from the last era. Chinese people in this era believe that Japanese culture still has a lot of merits."
Tim was half-convinced. He was not the kind of fool who received a happy education. He had a thorough understanding of the history of various countries in the world. It would be impossible for the Chinese in this life...
He just opened the short video software, and the software seemed to hear what he said. The first video that popped up was a video of deep remembrance, deep condolences, rational analysis, and active maintenance...
When I clicked on it, there were a bunch of Simplified Chinese echoes at the bottom.
Tim seemed to suddenly understand something. He took out Google and looked it up. Then he finally understood the main reason why the Simplified Chinese Internet has such an attitude. It can be summed up in four words - "the dead are the most important".
Tim checked it carefully again, good guys, what is this "New Xanadu Kingdom" about? Does this country exist in history?
Just when Tim was checking information, the car had already arrived and stopped at the entrance of a courtyard. As soon as Schiller got out of the car, Matt came over and gave him a hug.
Matt turned around and opened the door curtain. Steve was leaning against the pillar in the courtyard with his arms folded, and Jason was playing with the charcoal fire next to him.
"Why are you here?" Schiller asked.
"I invited them." Matt smiled and said, "I got a lot of good stuff this time, how can I not have beer?"
Tim also got out of the car, and when he walked in, he found that the courtyard was unique.
Unlike American villas that tend to have lawns, the yard of this villa is paved with slate floors. There is only a small piece of decorative lawn on the left side, and a pavilion with a dining table and barbecue grill on the right side. Going inside, there is a hot spring pool.
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"Are there any hot springs in Los Angeles?" Pamela scratched her head.
Tim certainly knows that the West Coast of the United States is located in the Pacific Rim geothermal zone. It is rich in geothermal resources and has hot springs. There are also many hot spring resorts near Los Angeles, but he has never heard of Japanese-style hot spring villa areas.
"This is a recently built building." Schiller said: "When you drive over, the other building you see is a resort, and this is the residential area of the resort. You can also understand it as a private hot spring vacation home."
"This guy really knows how to enjoy himself." Matt shook his head and said, "I also rented a holiday home like this when I was in Thailand a long time ago, but it was not so spacious and the price was very expensive."
"The house you live in may be a relic that has been left behind, but this one is not. This is a new one."
Schiller laughed again, and Steve shook his head and said, "I have taken a bath in the hot springs in San Francisco before, and it felt pretty good. I heard that you can also go to the valley to take a bath in the mineral springs in the summer. I think that would be more interesting.
of."
Tim and Pamela brought in the ingredients they bought, and Pamela went to pick and wash vegetables. Tim followed Steve and asked: "What on earth is going on in Japan?"
"A mistake in the use of a powerful weapon in modern war history." Steve obviously didn't want to talk about it. He said, "But even I find it difficult to mention the word innocent, so you'd better not ask any more questions."
Tim had no choice but to accept this fact, but since it happened before and after World War II, there was no point in dwelling on the truth.
Following Steve, they discovered that many plates had been placed on the dining table, with fresh sashimi on them, including bluefin tuna, Faroe Island salmon, mandarin snapper, horse dung sea urchin, oysters, red scallops, and orchids.
Mussels, as well as sturgeon roe and lobster, you can smell the rich fresh sweetness from such a distance.
Tim swallowed.
In fact, he really likes seafood. He mainly likes to eat all kinds of shrimps and crabs. However, the European and American method of processing shrimps and crabs is usually baking, which is to put various seafoods in sauces such as cream and bake them in the oven.
But Tim doesn't like to eat greasy food and likes refreshing taste. He occasionally goes to various Japanese restaurants to satisfy his craving.
The sashimi that Matt got seems to be good at first glance. The bluefin tuna has a reddish belly with distinct snowflake patterns. The fat gives off an oily sheen under the light. The salmon from the Faroe Islands in Denmark has an orange color.
The red color is more intense than those from other origins, the white fat lines are wider, and the meat is softer.
As the name suggests, the mandarin snapper has the aroma of mandarin orange in the fish meat. The horse dung sea urchin is often called a kiss on the tip of the tongue, with a sweet smell that is not found in all other seafood. The huge pearl oyster shines like pearls.
The sashimi of shellfish and mussels are like flowers that have just opened, showing bright colors such as red, yellow, and orange.
Steve brought home-brewed beer. From the color of the beer, it can be seen that the ingredients are solid and the taste is mellow.
In addition to these raw foods, a barbecue grill was also built, which could be used for barbecue. Schiller also went to the kitchen to prepare hot dishes, which seemed to be stir-fried vegetables and grilled fish.
After working for a long time, it was almost dark, and the dishes were finally served. In addition to sashimi, there were also several Cantonese dishes, mainly fish and ribs, as well as stir-fried vegetables. Barbecue was the bulk of the meat, and there were a lot of them.
Classic American pepper beef skewers, charcoal grilled beef ribs, black pepper lamb ribs, etc.
A large table was set up with a variety of dishes, and a few people poured beer. There was not so much red tape. After a toast, we started eating on the spot.
Tim is not very interested in vegetables and meat, mainly seafood, but he can't stand the taste of mustard, so he only eats sashimi dipped in salt or soy sauce. Schiller and Matt eat it in the most traditional way, with
Serve with coarsely grated wasabi paste and soy sauce.
Both Steve and Jason were very traditional Americans. They only ate lobster and oysters at most, and were not interested in sashimi. The two of them fucked hard, and the meat on the cowboy bones was bigger than a palm.
Gone.
Even though Pamela is a spokesperson for plants, she eats plants mercilessly. She eats most of the stir-fried vegetables, vegetable salads and fruit salads, and she prefers cold dishes to hot dishes, even if
It's almost winter now.
Of course, they were also chatting while eating, but the topic was too big. They were always talking about how the earth was doing, how the three empires were doing, and how the various galaxies were doing. The three children from other universes basically couldn't get a word in.
Tim originally wanted to get some information from their conversation, but the soy sauce was a bit salty for him, so he drank a lot of beer. He was not a street barbecue warrior like Jason, who could fight the clown until the end.
Strong man, he became dizzy after just a few drinks.
In the end, everyone was a little drunk. Schiller, who was still sober, helped Tim back to the room. Steve, who had digested a lot of alcohol, was responsible for Matt and Pamela. Jason was not actually very drunk, but he
I had some indigestion after eating too much meat, and I went back to my room paralyzed.
Until he lay on the bed, Tim's mouth was still full of the fresh and sweet taste of seafood. He had to admit that it was good to do this once in a while.
Early the next morning, Tim was woken up by the noise again. He stood up in a daze and looked downstairs through the window to find several people gathered around the hot spring pool, studying how to drain the water.
Turning around, he saw that it was only 6 o'clock in the morning. How could people in this universe have such healthy schedules? Tim threw himself back on the bed speechlessly, but was soon woken up by the smell of rice.
He heard a familiar voice.
"Yes, its name is Qiuqiu. Rachel named it. It's only two months old. Isn't it cute?"