Chapter 404

The sky has gradually dimmed, and together with the delay on the road, it took Zhen Fan and the others 12 hours to reach Orlando during the entire journey. It was already around nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived. , it only takes about three hours to reach Miami, but he still doesn't want to be so tired after all.

Now he was driving the car, and Lance was sleeping in the passenger seat. With the speed of the car, his head was shaking up and down, as if his neck was soft noodles. Helena had already slept in the back seat. She was lying down, covered with a blanket that came with the car, and she slept relatively deeply. She was also exhausted from driving all the way.

According to the navigation provided by Helena's mobile phone, Zhen Fan entered Orlando. The population of Orlando is only over 10,000. Orlando Reese named it.

This is a relatively good place for leisure, even the annual yo-yo competition is held here, and the proportion of the population here is a lot of Asians, including a lot of Chinese. So when Zhen Fan drove the car according to the hotel Helena had booked online, 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 such as red lanterns. Of course, if this is relatively common in China, it is relatively novel in the United States, which makes non-Asian Americans feel very fresh.

The waiter is wearing a cheongsam with slits almost to the waist. The slender snow-white thighs appeared and disappeared at the slit of the cheongsam. It makes people wonder. Fortunately, people like Lance are a little sleepy, so there is no opportunity to make fun of it.

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

After Chinese food came to the United States, some changes have generally been made, and the taste mainly caters to the locals, so. Zhen Fan didn't order food after sitting down. He said directly to the waiter, "Go and call your boss over."

Zhen Fan spoke in Chinese, and the girl seemed to be Chinese, so she could understand Zhen Fan's Mandarin, so she hurried to call the boss. The boss is a Chinese in his fifties, with black hair, combed back in a bouncy hairstyle, wearing a Chinese-style gown, and if he has a cigarette pipe in his mouth. He looked like a real old man from the period of the Republic of China, and Zhen Fan couldn't help laughing at this attire.

"My surname is Su. My name is Guifang, and the name is Zigu. I don't know the name of my little brother?" The man bowed his hands, which made Zhen Fan, who was about to reach out to shake hands with him, a little bit dumbfounded, so he nodded and bowed his hands.

"Zhen Fan!" The answer was simple and crisp.

Moreover, Zhen Fan was still depressed about how this person's handwriting was so familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that it was the handwriting of Zeng Gong in Song Dynasty, one of the eight great prose writers in Tang and Song Dynasties.

"I don't know what's the matter, little brother?" This Su Guifang has always been so polite, it seems a bit ancient, it's just that he is so pretentious, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, it might be a bit rude to say it. You know I'm from mainland China, and I'm more particular about Chinese food, but generally Chinese food in the United States also pays attention to doing as the Romans do, so... I'm not used to it, and the local taste is better. Ah, it's so memorable!"

Zhen Fan's rhetoric made Su Guifang stunned. Are you here for dinner or to mess things up? Or are you here to talk to someone?

"That's right, it's just what the distinguished guest wants to say?"

"It's very simple. I want to go to the kitchen and cook a few authentic Chinese dishes. Then I will have a good meal and some good wine. If it's convenient..." Zhen Fan said tentatively. Originally, this incident was really outrageous. Generally, if you go to the kitchen to cook vegetables by yourself, you will be suspected of smashing the signboard.

Sure enough, Su Guifang's complexion was a little ugly. But he still held back and said under breath: "If the guest is not satisfied, we can accept advice, but it's so late today, if you are not in a hurry to eat, why not come to chat another day, I can accompany you at any time .”

Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, "You really got it wrong. I just want to eat a more authentic Chinese meal, just the three of me, if I feel that I am not sincere, I am willing to pay double the price for the meal." It was quite sincere to say it out, and Su Guifang's expression finally softened a little.

"Actually, I'm dissatisfied with my brother. I usually cook for myself. I don't dare to eat the cooking of master chefs. I'm afraid it will spoil the taste. How about this? My brother's dishes are ready, can I have a taste?" Su Guifang Said, "To be honest, I'm also a foodie. If my brother is really good, the meal is free. If you want to eat in the future, I will pay for it. Just let me eat!"

This person was still bold, so Zhen Fan smiled and agreed. Then rolled up his sleeves, ready to follow Su Guifang to the kitchen. Instead, Lance and Helena were taken aback for a while. They didn't know what they were talking about. Seeing Zhen Fan getting up to leave, Lance quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Go and cook Chinese food for you, authentic, I guarantee it will satisfy your appetite!"

"Well, that's about the same!" Lance let go of his hand in satisfaction.

When Zhen Fan went in, Su Gui conveniently asked a master chef to give up his seat. At first, the master chef was a little unhappy. Su Guifang only said that he came here to apply for a test of his cooking skills. Then the master grunted, no out loud.

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

A few chefs still looked at Zhen Fan's cooking with consideration, but they still nodded in agreement with Zhen Fan's hands, indicating that Zhen Fan still has kung fu. It's not that these chefs can't cook authentic Chinese dishes, but they have changed their techniques a little in order to follow the Romans.

After the dishes were fried, they went out all at once, and Zhen Fan also ordered two bottles of white wine. Su Guifang followed behind and personally brought the two dishes and put them on the table. The four of them sat in pairs, and the wine came. When it comes to the three cups of wine, it is a traditional Chinese wine cup, which is relatively small.

"I'll try it first!" Su Guifang planned to have a taste. If he thought it was average and nothing special, he would find an excuse to leave. However, looking at the dishes, they should be okay, and they belong to the more delicious ones. So he caught the eggplant with his chopsticks first. Eggplant is a relatively difficult dish to fry. If the heat is high, the taste will appear muddy. If the heat is light, it will be more astringent.

I took a small piece, put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, even closed my eyes, and tasted it slowly. The taste... seems to be good, delicious! It is the word delicious. I want to find some adjectives to describe it, but I can't find it. Apart from the two words delicious, there is nothing else to say.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zhen Fan, and was about to say a few words to express his shock, but when he saw the three people on the table, they all shook their cheeks, ate their mouths, and stopped talking immediately , Holding his breath, he no longer slammed down his chopsticks in a gentle and slow manner, and no longer savored carefully, but also chomped.

It was very satisfying to eat, and after a while, the four of them cleaned up 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. However, Helena didn't drink it. She ordered a bottle of iced wine. drinks.

"Delicious!" It's still these two words.

Su Guifang rubbed his belly, smiled at Zhen Fan: "It's been a long time since I ate such a delicious dish, if all the chefs here are as skilled as you, my restaurant's business will be prosperous, what a pity!" He I also know that Zhen Fan doesn't like his small restaurant here, so he can only shake his head regretfully and sigh.

"Pay the bill!" Zhen Fan smiled and refused to answer his words.

"What kind of bill, face order, my brother will come here to eat in the future, it will be free of charge, no matter how expensive the food you eat, there is only one condition, can you let me be a partner!" Su Guifang looked at Zhen Fan with a smile, and still wanted to please the meaning of.

"No problem!" Zhen Fan agreed immediately, God knows if he will come to Orlando again, and then he just said it.

It's just that Su Guifang was overjoyed when he heard Zhen Fan's words, so he quickly left his business card and asked Zhen Fan to come and sit if he had nothing to do. In fact, he is a very typical traditional Chinese, and he also hopes to taste Chinese-style dishes every day, especially a master chef like Zhen Fan.

On the way back to the hotel, Lance praised Zhen Fan's craftsmanship so much that he almost worshiped him. But Helena just listened to it, and didn't agree with Lance's words, because she had tasted Zhen Fan's craft when she was in the small town. Therefore, I am not very surprised, but take it for granted.

The three returned 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 cell phone ring.

"I really can find the time!" Zhen Fan got up from the bathtub, put on a towel, and connected the phone. It was Zoe who called. She was full of concern and asked where Zhen Fan was now, which meant she was worried. Zhen Fan comforted her, hung up the phone, and was about to go back for another soak when the phone rang again.

"Zhen, it's me, Sarah!"

The talk over there is very crisp, which is Sarah's style.

"What? Did you catch Grayson Modine?" Zhen Fanming knew she hadn't caught him, but he still couldn't help teasing her. He kind of liked seeing her angry, it felt real.

"You know it!" Sarah was really a little angry, but she still tried her best to calm down her anger, and then said calmly, "I need your help, I guess that bastard was hidden by his parents. We He can't be found, there's no clue at all, and... there's a big problem that only you can solve."

"Oh? What's the problem, it's up to me?"

"You will definitely be interested in the X-Files about the supernatural phenomenon!" Sarah deliberately elongated her voice. (To be continued..)