The peaceful days always passed quickly. Owen was still busy with the police station every day, but there was always a trace of worry in his heart. A few days later, Brian called.
"Steve, the matter in France has been settled. My friends there have understood it and it has not involved us."
Brian has always had a straightforward style, whether he speaks or does things, he is very direct and never polite.
"That's great, as long as it doesn't involve us."
Owen finally felt relieved. He used the fake passport just because he didn't want this matter to affect his current life.
"Steve, I bought a new house and I have some friends coming over tonight. I would like to invite you to come over too. How about that?"
"Of course, I'm very happy."
"Okay, please remember, the address is *** street number ***, you can come over after work."
"Okay, see you tonight then."
"See you tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Owen had a smile on his face. Finally, he no longer had to worry. If there was anything to gain from this incident, it would probably be Brian's friendship.
Before going there, the two of them were just passers-by. After sharing life and death, after returning, they seemed to be comrades who could trust each other in life and death.
He had previously learned that after Brian retired, he planned to spend more time with his daughter and make up for his previous regrets, so he moved to Los Angeles. He had been living in motels before. He didn't expect to buy a house so quickly, and he was very happy.
I have gained another friend in Los Angeles.
In the past two days, he finally completed the discharge procedures and officially agreed to CTU's invitation. After finishing this month, he will report to CTU next month. Father George has not arranged anything for him in the past two days.
In the evening, Owen arrived at Brian's new residence on time according to the address. It was an ordinary apartment. Owen checked that the address was correct and rang the doorbell.
"Is it Steve?"
Soon, Brian's voice came from inside, and then the door was opened.
"Hi Brian, congratulations on moving into your new house. Your new house looks great."
Owen handed over the prepared gift, a bottle of red wine, and Brian took it with a smile, pouting, "Come in quickly and introduce some friends to you."
Owen followed Brian into the living room, put his coat on the sofa, and then went up to the rooftop. On the rooftop, there was a smell of meat. Several grown men were grilling meat. They were all about the same age as Brian.
When several people saw Owen coming in, one of them directly joked: "Haha, Brian, you actually have other friends besides us. This is incredible."
Brian also took the opportunity to introduce: "Guys, this is Steve, a very nice young man. Steve, these are some of my friends, Sam, Wright, Jim..."
"Hi everyone, I'm Steve Irwin."
Owen extended his hand to greet everyone, and everyone responded one by one. The man named Wright who just spoke smiled and said: "Man, I know you, the lone hero of Zhongchen Building. I also saw the video of you jumping off the rooftop. At that time
It’s very exciting, hahaha…”
Everyone also laughed. Another person named Sam handed over a plate, and Brian put some beef for him. A familiar smell came to him, "Come, try my craftsmanship, it was just baked."
Before Owen could speak, another man named Jim had already shouted: "No, it tastes completely wrong. This is different from what we have eaten."
Others also agreed. Brian took a bite in disbelief and smiled bitterly, "It is indeed different, but I have tried my best. This thing is really too difficult..."
Only then did Owen notice that their barbecue was not a traditional American BBQ, but meat skewers with signatures on them, which actually gave it a familiar feeling.
"What are you...?"
The man named Jim heard this and said: "We are trying a Chinese delicacy called grilled skewers. You may have never tried it, but it is very delicious. We went to San Francisco a while ago and ate it in Chinatown. It was very good.
I wanted to eat, but when I got back I found that there was no food for sale in Chinatown in Los Angeles.”
Chinese skewers? Look at those different-looking skewers on the shelf. Owen smiled bitterly and shook his head. No wonder they looked familiar. They turned out to be skewers.
"Guys... this... you are wearing them in the wrong order. Two skewers should be thin and one fat..."
"Do you know Chinese skewers?" After hearing this, several people stopped and looked at Owen in surprise.
"Absolutely. My neighbor is a family of Chinese immigrants. Their family is very welcoming. I often go to their home as a guest. Well... they call it Cengfan, haha. I have eaten many of the Chinese delicacies you mentioned, Gong.
Chicken, dumplings, and the skewers you mentioned, the food they make is really delicious."
Irving said that his mouth was watering. He did have a Chinese neighbor, but they were all banana people and they didn't know as much about China as he did.
Owen's cooking skills were all developed by himself based on the memories of his previous life. Who knows that he is a foodie?
"Oh, that's great. Then come here and we'll leave today's dinner to you. I thought I would never be able to eat those delicious foods again when I return to Los Angeles..."
Jim shouted, and everyone agreed, with hopeful looks in their eyes. Brian looked at Owen with a smile and gave up his seat to him. Owen smiled bitterly and shrugged. He couldn't believe that he was here as a guest today.
I'm here to be a chef.
"Okay, but I need some ingredients. The Chinese have a special seasoning. Which one must be included in the kebabs to be delicious?"
"We know this, and we have prepared it. These things are only sold in Chinese supermarkets in Chinatown, and they are very expensive."
Wright said as he found a bag and handed it to Owen. Owen opened it and looked at it. It was really cumin and chili. It seemed that they were well prepared.
Cut the meat again and thread it on skewers. Soon, Owen's barbecue skewers were placed on the shelf. Owen skillfully manipulated the grill, sprinkling some seasonings from time to time, and the aroma soon spread.
"Yes, that's the smell..."
"Yeah, Steve you're great..."
"Oh my god, why didn't we meet you earlier, Steve, you must teach me these..."
Before the meat skewers are grilled, several guys are already eager to try it. Owen actually hasn't grilled meat for a long time, so his hands are a little raw, but there is no problem in fooling these laymen.
Sprinkling salt, cumin, and chili powder, Irving held two skewers and patted them front and back. The eyes of the people around him gleamed as he watched the series of techniques. After a few minutes, the skewers were grilled until they were squeaky and oily.
, the oil droplets popped up on the fire and burst into high flames, adding a bit of charm to the meat skewers.
Owen distributed the grilled meat skewers to everyone, and he also took a few skewers to taste. The new meat skewers were put on the grill, and they started eating and drinking beer skewers.