Dozo America

There were only two people in the empty restaurant. Christine exclaimed to Zhen Fan: "Dad? Where is dad? Zhen, where did you hide him?"

Zhen Fan smiled at her: "You really want to know?"

"Oh, God, please, he is my father, even though sometimes, I really want to kick his ass, but... tell me, or get him back, please, Zhen!" Kristen said,

He walked over gently like a cat, and then wrapped himself around Identity's body.

"Now... no one can disturb us, right?"

"Of course, baby!" Zhen Fan struggled out of Kristen's kiss, and then took a breath, "Are you going to kill me? Kristen, I really like this way of death!"

"Of course, but we can extend this way of death a little longer!"

"Really? Of course, I think so too," Zhen Fan said with a smile, "But Mr. John Stewart will definitely feel very lonely if he stays here alone!"

It’s still that white paper, it’s still those dining tables, it’s as if the entire restaurant has been transplanted into the white paper, forming a special picture with a white background. But now... what’s more important is that next to the dining table, a person

He was sitting in the middle, with his mouth wide open, looking toward the sky, his arms spread out, and his expression was very exaggerated.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God..."

Christine covered her mouth in disbelief, then stared at the painting, bent down, and let out a series of incredible exclamations. Obviously, this was beyond her cognition.

"God, you killed him?" Kristen bent over, holding the paper carefully, "You sent him in here, God, it's... so crazy. By the way, Zhen, this

Is this his permanent residence? Although I also hope so, but... Zhen, he is my father!"

"I know!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, "I also promised him a sumptuous dinner. Didn't you see the way he was sitting at the dining table? He really wants to have a sumptuous dinner!"

"Okay. Okay, his dinner can be satisfied, then... dear, where is our dinner?" Christine leaned on Zhen Fan and said to him with squinting eyes.

"With John of course!"

"Really?" Christine looked at the white paper-like painting in her hand, winked at Zhen Fan and smiled. "Are you going to let me stay here too?"

"What do you think? My dear, please close your eyes, okay?" Zhen Fan hugged Christine gently, "Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be perfect. Just close your eyes, okay? Now!"

"Okay, I believe you. But don't let me open my mouth like John. That posture is very... ugly." Kristen closed her eyes gently and whispered to Zhen Fan.

Then a gentle sound of high fives came from her ears.

"Bah bang bang!"

Christine heard three soft high-fives in her ears, and then suddenly she felt as if her whole body was attracted by some vortex, and continued to fall. She tried to open her eyes, but it didn't work. She was just blind.

He stretched out his hand to grab in the night sky, and then he grabbed a hand, a very warm hand.

"Zhen!" She finally opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Zhen Fan in front of her, and...her own hand also held Zhen Fan's hand tightly. She couldn't help but express her feelings from the bottom of her heart.

smile.

"We're here, we're not late!" Zhen Fan smiled and then turned to look across the way. There was an old guy sitting opposite. He opened his mouth and stared at Zhen Fan in surprise. There was a turmoil in his heart. It didn't take a long time.

As soon as he said a word, the time that had just passed seemed to have frozen to him.

"Hi, John!" Zhen Fan greeted him, "Are you a little uncomfortable? This is our new dining place, completely brand new, but we are still there, and the food is still there! Of course, Chris

Ting is still here too!”

"It's... so amazing!" John looked around at this so-called new place. Everything was white, just like a piece of white paper. He stuttered a little because he couldn't believe it. "

We...I mean we're all inside this blank sheet of paper?"

"Why not?" Zhen Fan stood up and opened his hands, "Look around us, it's all white, so white that you can't feel a single flaw."

"This is real, not a fairy tale, John!" Kristine next to her also spoke. After all, after personally experiencing the shock of the Spring Festival Gala, Kristine had some adaptability to Zhen Fan's magic. She stretched out

Take action and hold John.

Stewart held up his hand and said with a smile, "Okay, let's enjoy this dinner!"

The dinner for three people was in a completely different venue, but it was exactly the same dining table, tableware and food. Zhen Fan ate very happily, and Kristen also ate very happily because of Zhen Fan. Only John was absent-minded, and from time to time

He looked around, but he could see nothing but white.

"Creak!" Suddenly a discordant voice came out.

Both Zhen Fan and Christine looked at John. John shrugged his shoulders with some regret: "I'm sorry, the steak flew out." A piece of steak was lying quietly on the white ground, and the oil stains had spread on the ground.

"It doesn't matter, let's continue!" Zhen Fan raised his wine glass, "Come, let's drink to today's special dinner!"

"Dad--" Christine also raised her cup and called to John. It was obvious that the absent-minded John didn't hear what Zhen Fan was saying.

"What? Okay, let's have a drink!" John finally reacted and raised his glass. The three people's glasses clinked, making a crisp sound.

The food made by Zhen Fan tasted very good. Kristen ate it happily. When she put down her knife and fork, she was still clicking her lips and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've eaten food cooked by you. I feel very full."

.Now I am worried that if I stay at home for a day, I will gain weight."

"Of course not. Do you know how I helped Fisher lose weight?" Zhen Fan smiled slightly at Christine, put the last piece of steak into his mouth, and then chewed it slowly.

"Tell me about it!" Christine put one hand on the dining table with interest, holding her chin, looking at Zhen Fan with a very ambiguous smile, somewhat obsessed.

"I asked him to eat as much as he could every day, regardless of dieting. He could eat whatever he wanted. The result... you can guess it, can't you?" Zhen Fan winked at Christine.

"Don't think I didn't see your little tricks!"

When Christine was about to speak, a very discordant voice broke their conversation. It was John. He had gradually calmed down and began to think about how to leave this place.

"Okay. Zhen, you have to let us leave this place. I still don't believe that we really broke into that white paper. Tell me, where is this place? Are you in Christine's restaurant or

Is there a hole dug in the villa? It's like a scene from 'The Thieves' where you hypnotized us and then brought us here?"

"You really have a rich imagination, but... do you think I can use the same old tricks that others have used?" Zhen Fan looked at John with a half-smile.

"Okay, then how do you let us go back?" John spread his hands, "Can you not let me close my eyes? If you don't let me close my eyes, I will believe that you have not allowed others to be creative."

"It's up to you!" Zhen Fan shrugged at Christine, "Kristine, you don't have to close your eyes. Anyway... it doesn't make much sense! It's just a gimmick, in order to make yourself more

It's just like a magician's little trick. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready!" Kristen looked at Zhen Fan with a smile, then held his hand and took a deep breath. She watched with her own eyes as Zhen Fan pulled out a horse from the painting.

Coming.

"Are you ready? John, we are going back to the beginning! When I count to three, it's time to witness the miracle!" Zhen Fan shouted loudly to John.

"I'm ready!" John responded loudly.

"three!"

Zhen Fan snapped his fingers and counted to three, and then everyone's eyes dimmed. The restaurant without white contrast was much darker, but it still looked bright normally.

"Oh, God!"

John couldn't help but scream again, because he found himself sitting in Christine's restaurant. The position of the dining table had not changed at all, but the only difference was that there was a piece of white paper spread on the dining table.

Therefore, John couldn't help the shock in his heart again and cried out.

This time, the scene changed directly without closing his eyes, not even in the blink of an eye. He knew that the "Magic Thieves" in the movie would never be able to do all this. There was no anesthesia, no sedation.

People move around and change in such a direct way.

"Dong dong dong!" John stamped his feet, very firmly on the ground.

"Dad - I promise, I don't have a basement or a revolving stage here!" Christine was a little dissatisfied. She thought her father was deliberately looking for trouble. "Even if there was, who could do it in less than a second?"

The time changed the scene? I believe you have also seen the magic show that night, Zhen can do it."

"I know, I know!" John.

Stewart's lips moved, and finally he calmed down, and said to Zhen Fan, "Dear, why don't you think about it if you are stumped? Even if it's not for yourself, you can think about it for Kristen..."

"John, I won't force Zhen to do anything he doesn't want to do."

Christine said to John dissatisfied again.

"I'm sorry, John, I really can't waste my career on magic!" Zhen Fan looked at him and said seriously, "Do you know how much money I can make at most if I have only one patient?"

"Ten thousand dollars? Fifty thousand? Or more...a hundred thousand?"

John shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, in his opinion, the price of one patient cannot exceed this, even if he is a doctor. He is also a high-income earner in the United States, and filling a tooth costs a lot of money in the United States.

! And it's very respectable, but the key is that Zhen Fan is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, not a mainstream doctor in the United States. The number just now was exaggerated by him.