The American Scripture

The sky has slowly dimmed, plus the delay on the road, Zhen Fan and the others spent twelve hours in the entire trip to Orlando. When they arrived, there were already nine o'clock in the evening. If you continue on the road He will arrive in Miami in about three hours, but he still doesn’t want to be so tired after all.

It's the car he is driving now. Lance is sleeping in the passenger seat. With the speed of the car, his head is shaking up and down, as if his neck is soft noodles. Helena had already slept in the back seat. She was lying down, covered with a blanket that came with the car. She slept heavily. She was exhausted when driving along the way.

According to the navigation provided by Helena’s mobile phone, Zhen Fan entered Orlando. Orlando’s population is only tens of thousands. It is a small and medium-sized city, and the name of the city is also derived from a US soldier who died in Lake Iona. Orlando. Resef came to name it.

This is a better place to relax. Even the annual Yo-Yo competition is held here. Among the population, there are many Asians, including many Chinese. Therefore, when Zhen Fan drove the car based on the hotel Helena booked on the Internet, he discovered that it was run by a Chinese owner.

The hotel focuses on Chinese style, and you can see very Chinese signs at the door, two big lions, and then there are iconic things like red lanterns. Of course, if this is in China, it is relatively popular, but it is relatively novel in the United States, which makes non-Asian Americans feel very fresh.

The waiter wore a cheongsam with the slit almost to the waist. Slender, snow-white thighs appear at the split ends of the cheongsam. People can't help but dream. But fortunately, people like Lance were a little sleepy, so there was no chance to make things strange.

Three people in three rooms, entering the room, typical Chinese layout, Zhen Fan took a shower and checked the time, it was already ten o'clock. And the three of them hadn't had a good dinner yet, so Zhen Fan knocked on their door one by one. Then meet to have a Chinese meal together.

After Chinese food was in the United States, some changes have generally been made. The taste mainly caters to the locals, so. Zhen Fan did not order any food after sitting down. Said directly to the waiter: "Go and call your boss."

Zhen Fan speaks Chinese. The girl seems to be Chinese, so she can understand Zhen Fan's Mandarin, so she hurried to call the boss. The boss is a Chinese in his fifties, his hair is still jet black, he wears a dashing hairstyle and a Chinese gown, if he has a pipe in his mouth. It looks like a living master from the Republic of China period, this dress makes Zhen Fan can't help laughing.

"My last name is Su. The name is expensive, the word is Zigu. I don't know the little brother's name?" The man's hand-off made Zhen Fan, who was about to reach out and shake hands with him, a little bit dumbfounded, so he nodded and arched his hands.

"Zhen Fan!" The answer was simple and straightforward. Moreover, Zhen Fan was still depressed by this person's characters. Why are they so familiar? After thinking carefully, they turned out to be the characters of Zeng Gong in the Song Dynasty among the eight great masters of Tang and Song prose.

"Little brother recruits, I don't know what's the matter?" This Su Guifang has always been so polite, it looks a bit like an ancient person, but it's so artificial that makes people a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, it may be a bit rude to say. You know I'm from mainland China, and I am more particular about Chinese food, but generally Chinese food comes to the United States, and I also pay attention to the locals, so... I am a little unaccustomed to eating, but the local flavor is good Ah, it's so memorable!"

Zhen Fan's rhetoric made Su Guifang stunned for a moment. Are you here to eat or to make trouble? Or come to talk to someone?

"That's the same, but what does the guest want to say?"

"It's very simple. I want to cook a few authentic Chinese dishes in the kitchen by myself, then I will be full of food, and then some good wine. If it's convenient..." Zhen Fan said tentatively. Originally, this incident was really outrageous. Generally, if you start cooking by yourself in the kitchen, you are suspected of breaking the sign.

Sure enough, Su Guifang's face was a bit ugly. But he still endured, holding his breath and said: "If the distinguished guest is not satisfied, we can accept instructions. It's just that it's so late today. If you are not in a hurry to eat, it is better to come and chat another day. I can accompany you at any time. ."

Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled: "You really meant to be wrong. I just want to eat more authentic Chinese food. Just the three of me. If I feel that I am not sincere enough, I am willing to pay double the price of the meal." After speaking, he was more sincere, and Su Guifang's expression finally eased.

"Actually, I am dissatisfied with my brother. Generally, I also cook for myself. I don't dare to eat what the masters of the kitchen do, because I am afraid that the taste will be spoiled. Then, my brother's dishes are made, can I taste it?" Su Guifang Said, "To be honest, I am actually a foodie. If my brother does a good job, the meal will be free. If you want to eat in the future, I will be free. Just let me eat it!"

This person was still bold, and Zhen Fan agreed with a smile. Then he rolled his sleeves and was about to follow Su Guifang to the kitchen. Instead, Lance and Helena were stunned. I don’t know what they were talking about. Seeing Zhen Fan got up to leave, Lance hurriedly pulled him: "Where are you going?"

"Go and cook Chinese food for you, authentic, guaranteed to suit your appetite!"

"Well, that's almost the same!" Lance released his hand satisfied.

Zhen Fan went in, and Su Gui conveniently asked a master to give up the position. At first, the master was a little unhappy. Su Guifang only said that he was here to apply for the job and test his cooking skills. Then the master hummed, no Aloud.

Zhen Fan didn't plan to cook a few big dishes, but picked up some beef, made a salt-fried beef, and then made a tomato egg soup, fried tofu, braised pork and small fried eggplant, plus a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs. They are all home-cooked dishes, and they look good in color, similar to those made by chefs.

Several chefs still looked at Zhen Fan cooking with thoughtful eyes, but they nodded their heads and expressed affirmation with Zhen Fan's hands, indicating that Zhen Fan still has skill. It's not that these chefs can't cook authentic Chinese dishes, but they have changed their techniques a bit in order to follow the customs.

After the dishes were fried, they were cut off all at once, and Zhen Fan ordered two bottles of white wine. Su Guifang followed and personally carried two dishes and set them on the table. Four people sat in pairs, and the wine came. There are three glasses of wine, the traditional Chinese wine glasses, which are relatively small.

"I'll try it first!" Su Guifang planned to have a bite. If he thinks it's average and has no special features, he will find an excuse to leave. However, looking at the dishes, it should be okay, and it's the more delicious one. So he was the first to grab the eggplant with chopsticks. Eggplant is a relatively difficult dish to stir-fry. If the heat is heavy, the taste will appear muddy, and if the heat is light, it will become more astringent.

Pinch a small piece, put it in your mouth, chew slowly, even close your eyes, and savor it slowly. The taste... seems to be good, delicious! It's just the two words delicious. I wanted to find some adjectives to compare, but couldn't find it. Apart from the two words delicious, there was nothing else to say.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhen Fan. He was about to say a few words to express his inner shock, but when he saw the three people on the table, they all threw their cheeks away, ate and chewed, and stopped talking. , Taking a sigh of breath, and no longer swiftly and slowly lay down the chopsticks, and no longer savored carefully, and also chewed.

The meal was very enjoyable, and within a short while, the four of them swept all the plates. I also drank a bottle of wine. Lance drank Chinese liquor for the first time. After the initial discomfort, his bold personality also showed up, but Helena didn’t drink it. She ordered a bottle of iced wine. Drink.

"Delicious!" These two words are still the same.

Su Guifang touched his stomach, and smiled at Zhen Fan: "It's been a long time since I had such delicious dishes. If the chefs here are like yours, business in my restaurant will be prosperous. What a pity!" I also know that Zhen Fan looks down on the small restaurant here, so he can only sigh and sigh regretfully.

"Check out!" Zhen Fan smiled, not taking his words.

"What are the bills, the face orders, my brother will come here to eat in the future, all will be free, no matter how expensive you eat, there is only one condition, can you let me be a partner!" Su Guifang looked at Zhen Fan with a smile, and pleased the meaning of.

"No problem!" Zhen Fan agreed in one gulp, and God knew he would not come to this place in Orlando again, and just said later.

It's just that Su Guifang was overjoyed when he heard Zhen Fan's words, and quickly left his business card, asking Zhen Fan to come over and sit down if nothing happened. In fact, he is a very typical traditional Chinese. He also hopes to taste Chinese special dishes every day, especially a master chef like Zhen Fan.

On the way back to the hotel, Lance was full of praise for Zhen Fan's craftsmanship and almost worshipped. But Helena just listened, and it didn't meet Lance's words, because she had tasted Zhen Fan's craft when she was in the small town. So I was not very surprised, but took it for granted.

The three went back to the hotel and went back to their rooms. Zhen Fan took a comfortable bath, and when he was in the bathtub, he heard his mobile phone ring.

"I will find the time!" Zhen Fan got up from the bathtub~www.wuxiaspot.com~, put on a bath towel, and then answered the phone. Zoe called. She asked with concern where Zhen Fan was now, which meant she was not at ease. Zhen Fan comforted her, hung up, and was about to go back to take a dip again, when the phone rang again.

"Zhen, it's me, Sarah!"

The conversation over there is very simple, this is Sarah's style.

"Why? Did you catch Grison Moding?" Zhen Fanming knew that she hadn't caught it, so he couldn't help but teased her. He kind of liked seeing her angry, which was very real.

"You know not!" Sarah was really angry, but she still tried her best to calm her anger, then calmed down and said, "I need your help. I guess that **** was hidden by his parents. We are. I can't find him, there are no clues, and... there is still a big problem that only you can solve."

"Oh? What's the problem, it must be me?"

"Regarding the question of supernatural phenomena, you will definitely be interested in X-Files!" Sarah deliberately lengthened her voice. (To be continued...)