Five hundred and fortieth chapters eat and drink to see the clown
When he walked into this restaurant called Tianchao Seafood Restaurant, he recognized him at the front desk as soon as he entered the restaurant. Then within five seconds, the manager of the restaurant quickly appeared in front of him, and she was a beautiful Chinese woman in her 20s.
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"Good evening, Mr. Devonshire, I'm McGee-Lee, the manager of this restaurant. I'm glad you came to dine in our restaurant. Please follow me."
"Thank you, we can speak Chinese." William smiled and said directly in Chinese, but what he didn't expect was that his Chinese was fine.
But the beauty in front of me named McGee-Lee doesn't speak Chinese very well. It doesn't take much to figure out that she is the descendant of second or third generation immigrants.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire. Although I know how to speak, I can't say enough. I'm sorry." McGee replied in Chinese with a slight blush.
Although McGee's accent sounded a little distorted, it was still understandable, so William didn't laugh or be unhappy.
The descendants of immigrants will say that it is good to be able to speak, and it is much better than those bananas who not only cannot speak, but cannot even understand.
"It doesn't matter, we can speak slowly and just treat it as practice," William said with a smile, "By the way, can you make authentic Chinese food? I'm not used to things that are too sweet."
"Understood." McGee covered his mouth and laughed. The improved Chinese food in the United States is basically heavy on sweetness. "Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire, as long as you want, we can make even eight major dishes for you."
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However, I personally recommend that you choose Anhui cuisine, because our chef’s family has inherited Anhui cuisine, and although he can cook other cuisines, they are definitely not as authentic as Anhui cuisine.”
"Anhui cuisine? Is there any stinky mandarin fish? I have eaten it once. It tasted very good, but it smelled a little special. It is still unforgettable to me and I dare not think about it."
"Haha." Seeing William's greedy and somewhat unacceptable look, Mikey couldn't help but smile. "It's indeed very special, but if you want to eat it, you have to wait for a few days. You should know after eating it that the pickling process is so expensive."
quite a bit of time”.
"Okay, let's choose your chef's specialty dishes."
"No problem, please follow me."
He took William all the way through the lobby and came to a VIP room that was very characteristic of China but not very big. After asking William to sit down,
McGee explained with some embarrassment, "Sorry, Mr. Devonshire, because of the customer base, we have started to focus on seafood in the past two years, so if you want to eat authentic Anhui cuisine, the preparation may take some time."
"It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time today," William waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Mikey breathed a sigh of relief and made tea for William with a smile. Ten minutes later, an old man knocked on the door and walked into the VIP room.
After introducing myself, I found out that this old man was McGee's grandfather and the founder of this restaurant, but he was old and no longer cooked by himself.
While talking to William about some affairs of the Celestial Dynasty, Mr. Li discovered that William knew a lot about the Celestial Dynasty, and some things related to ancient times were actually clearer and more understandable than he was.
Although William had to think about these questions for a few seconds each time, even if he just memorized them, in the eyes of Master Li, they were very rare and powerful.
So the old man was in a very good mood now, and ordered McGee to tell the chef that he was going to cook for William himself. After saying a few words, he went to the kitchen.
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Pharmacist Bernie Raposen thought he had waited for the opportunity and had already figured out how to make it in his mind, but it turned out that not only could he not enter the kitchen, he could not even contact the waiter who served the dishes.
The entire back kitchen has now been occupied by an old man who looks very old, and four middle-aged chefs. Not only did they drive the others out, they even took over the task of serving the dishes themselves.
The restaurant even put up a sign saying it was fully booked and stopped accepting guests except for those who had already come in to dine.
According to Mr. Li, it is rare for a foreigner to not only be the hereditary Duke of England, but also be so obsessed with Chinese culture and food, and be extremely proficient in ancient culture.
Otherwise, how could he speak Chinese better than some Chinese people, and know more things than he, who is almost 80 years old?
I can even understand my own words with a Huizhou accent, so I must not make any mistakes, lest foreigners laugh at their Li family's craftsmanship.
If William knew about it, he would definitely snicker. On Sunday, anything that can be found on the Internet can be reported to William in less than two seconds.
Therefore, the restaurant paid so much attention to it that the pharmacist Bernie Raposen could only watch the cooked dishes being sent to the VIP room by two middle-aged chefs, and delivered to William personally by McGee.
And after just one glance, he was chased away. It was likely that if he didn't leave, the restaurant would call the police.
He walked out of the restaurant angrily, stood on the street and couldn't help but cursed, "I hate to go to those rich people who are being treated with special care."
Not long after the scolding, Bernie Raposen saw five or six cars parked quickly on the roadside of the restaurant. A dozen paparazzi with cameras rushed out of the car and started taking pictures of the restaurant.
Too frightened to see the report, he quickly turned away from the camera and walked away quickly.
After walking a few dozen steps, I suddenly saw William's car in the parking lot, which was clearly a modified Ford F150 pickup truck. He rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, quickly returned to his car, and drove back to his home.
Taking the special equipment, he quickly returned to the parking lot outside the restaurant, parked in front of William's car, opened the trunk, and used a long cord with a camera function to reach into William's car.
He planned to put poison into the air conditioner of the Ford F150, so that as soon as he started the car and turned on the air conditioner, the poison would automatically blow into the car.
William would be poisoned within a few minutes, and even if he was lucky, if the speed was very high, the car accident alone could kill William.
After taking some time to deal with the poison, he was afraid that the paparazzi would take pictures of him. Bernie Raposen could not hold back and went outside the restaurant to watch William's plan to come out. He squinted and sat in his car to wait.
Unconsciously, the time came to around 9:30 pm. I waited and waited for nearly three hours, but I didn’t see William coming to pick up the car.
This made Bernie Raposen, who had been chasing William for days but couldn't find a chance to make a move, very anxious.
Afraid of the paparazzi, William had quietly left through another door and waited for more than twenty minutes while thinking about it.
"Fk", Bernie, who couldn't wait any longer, pushed open the car door, put on a hat, lowered his head and walked to the restaurant.
He stared hatefully at the dozens of paparazzi outside the restaurant. If these guys weren't there, he would be in such a difficult situation.
But now I definitely can't enter the restaurant, so I can only suppress the urge to kill the paparazzi, pretend to be curious and walk up to a paparazzi to find out which celebrity is being targeted by the paparazzi.
The paparazzi who was asked was probably equally impatient, so he ignored Bernie. When he was annoyed by the question, he pushed him away and beat him if he kept asking.
But when a hundred-denomination banknote appeared in front of the paparazzi, the paparazzi grabbed the banknote with a smile.