Chapter 3 Peace Hotel 1

Natasha put on a shy smile, she looked at Fugelin Nelson in front of her, gracefully reached out to take his business card, and said gratefully: "Thank you!

I don't know these two big dogs are so fierce, why do they want to attack me? "

Just as Fudge was about to speak, the blind young man next to him poked his back with a guide stick and urged, "We have to hurry up. Alvin only makes 50 sizzling steaks a day, and it's too late to eat."

Fudge, who was reminded, nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, we have to hurry.

Sorry miss, we have to catch our late dinner. "

After speaking, Fudge quickly opened the door and greeted the blind young man, "Come on, Matt, I don't want to miss Alvin's sizzling steak."

Natasha, who was ignored by the two young people again, felt very strange that many things today were a little different from what she thought.

But this made her even more curious about what kind of place it was.

There are two giant wolves blocking the road at the door, and it is obviously not a good way to break through. But as an agent, there are always ways.

Natasha took out her mobile phone and made a call, and said in a flustered voice, "Hello, is it 911?

I'm in the 34th block of hell's kitchen, there are two giant wolves here, they seem to be attacking me, please come and save me~"

After about 15 minutes, a police car drove up and two police officers got out of the car.

A middle-aged policeman walked up to Natasha first and asked, "Miss, did you call the police? Where is the giant wolf you said?"

Natasha was surprised that the middle-aged policeman in front of her had ignored the giant wolf in front of her, and ran over to ask her, didn't she see the young policeman running to greet the two giant wolves?

Natasha frowned and said suspiciously, "Isn't that a giant wolf? They almost attacked me when I wanted to enter this restaurant." She pointed at the two giant wolves who were impatiently driving away the young police officer.

The middle-aged policeman smiled and said, "That's not a giant wolf, these two are the pet dogs of the owner of the Peace Hotel, which has been recorded in our police station. They have never attacked people at will. As for the previous record. Why do they want to attack you, um... maybe it's something sticking to you."

Looking at Natasha thoughtfully, the old policeman smelled an unusual smell from her.

Natasha gave an "oh" and said, "Then if I want to go in, the two police officers won't watch me be attacked by these two, um~ pets, right?" She said with a sense of He looked at the middle-aged policeman with deep eyes.

The middle-aged policeman, who had some guesses about Natasha's identity, said with a wry smile: "Of course you can go in. I guarantee that Sol and Dom will not attack you. But I have to remind you that the boss here, Alvin, is a good person."

Natasha smiled noncommittally, ignoring the warning in the middle-aged policeman's words, slightly raised her chin, and motioned for herself to go in.

In the restaurant, there are only 6 dining tables and 2 booths against the wall. It was already fully seated by now. Fudge and Matt took two seats at the bar and sat down.

"Matt, why did you go so fast just now? It's very rare to meet a big beauty here! Oh ~ I forgot that you can't see it." Fatty Fudge had just finished speaking when he found a thin and handsome girl in the bar. Holding two glasses of lemonade in his hand, he was about to place it in front of the two of them. But after hearing Fudge's words, one of the cups was handed to a boy in a wheelchair who was reading a book in the bar.

The boy grinned and said, "Thank you! Sister Jessica!" The other cup was placed in front of Matt, and the girl tapped the body of the cup intimately and made a "ding~" sound. Remind Matt: "Your lemonade, the sizzling steak is a little later today, please wait a moment!"

After speaking, he glared at Fudge again, turned and left the bar to settle the bill for a table of guests who were leaving.

Fudge cried out in protest, "Hey~ Jessie, you can't do this. Why don't you give me a drink." Then he turned to look at the little boy in the bar, "Hey, man, that glass of lemonade in your hand should be It's mine, and if you give him to me, Mr. Fudge Nelson will write you a letter of appreciation."

The little boy made a face at Fudge, picked up the lemonade and imitated the people on TV drinking red wine, shook it, smelled it, and then took a small sip.

The good-natured Fudge, hilariously made a show of teeth and claws, intimidating the little boy. One big and one small played across the bar.

Matt smiled and shook his head, helpless and amused at Fudge's heartlessness.

At the farthest part of the bar against the wall, there is a stove with ten small stoves. Wearing an apron, Alvin turned his back to the bar, looking after ten sizzling steaks that were being prepared at the same time. Without looking back, he said, "Fudge, if you're interrupting our Mr. Nick Custer's reading, you can say goodbye to tonight's dinner. Our Mr. Custer only got a D in math yesterday."

"Hey~ Alvin, we agreed, we can't say it out." Nick waved his arms and shouted in protest.

Alvin didn't look back, and said jokingly: "Yes, we agreed, you finished your homework quietly in your room today, but you came to the dining room again."

Nick said with a little guilty conscience: "You went out just now, and Sister Jesse is alone. I want to help." After thinking of something, he raised the book in his hand and shook it: "And I was just reading a book." Said Finished making a look that I worked hard.

"Yes, Mr. Custer, who loves to read, can the Batman in the book teach you how to get an A?" After speaking, he used a special iron clip to pick up a prepared iron plate steak and put it in a on a pine pallet. Picking up the tray with one hand, he placed a steak on a shelf in Nick's wheelchair. "Boy, go send it to Old Stan, talk to him about Batman, and see if you can get a tip."

"Alvin, you can't do this, Nick is still a child! He just doesn't have any talent for learning, you can't force him, it will only make it worse." Fudge protested at Alvin, but it got Nick's eyes rolling.

"Fuji, you are talking to a Chinese man about how to educate children? Are you sure?" A fat white man who was also sitting at the bar waiting for a meal dragged his chin with one hand, causing the fat on his chin to overflow to the sides, making his cheeks look like he had a cheek. Especially bloated. Fatty Bai looked at Alvin's busy back in awe, and continued to flatter him, "You must know that Chinese children are very good at school. The teacher in my former school also said that the Chinese all know a kind of witchcraft. Make your kids extra smart."

Fudge didn't seem to like this fat white man, and in a sarcastic tone, he said: "Sharif, why can I only see you on this day of every month, what are you waiting for? What's good here to be famous, the owner of Sharif's garage every month. On this day of the month, sit here obediently? Is it for that steak?"

"Hey, Fudge, you have to treat me with some respect." Sharif yelled angrily, until nothing more exaggerated came out of his mouth. Here, everyone who knows it well knows that the boss, Alvin, hates swearing, especially when there are children.