Dozo America

The sky was slowly getting dark. In addition to the time spent on the road, it took Zhen Fan and the others nearly twelve hours to arrive in Orlando during the entire trip. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived. If they had continued on their way,

, it would only take about three hours to arrive in Miami, but after all, he still didn't want to be so tired.

He was driving the car now. Lance was sleeping in the passenger seat. With the speed of the car, his head was shaking up and down, as if his neck were soft noodles. Helena had already slept in the back seat,

She lay down, covered with a blanket that came with the car, and slept heavily. She was also exhausted from driving all the way.

Zhen Fan entered Orlando according to the navigation provided by Helena's mobile phone. Orlando has a population of only over 10,000 people. It is considered a small and medium-sized city. Moreover, the name of the city comes from an American soldier who died at Lake Iona.

Orlando﹒

Named after Lisifu.

This is a better place for leisure. Even the annual Yo-Yo competition is held here. Moreover, there are many Asians in the population here, including many Chinese. Therefore, when Zhen Fan made an online reservation based on Helena,

When I drove the car to the hotel, I discovered that it was run by a Chinese owner.

The hotel focuses on Chinese style. You can see a very Chinese symbol at the door, two big lions, and then there are iconic things such as red lanterns. Of course, if this is in China, it is relatively common, but in the United States

It is quite novel and makes non-Asian Americans feel very fresh.

The waiter was wearing a cheongsam with a slit that almost reached the waist. Her long, snow-white thighs appeared and disappeared in the slit of the cheongsam, which made people wonder. But fortunately, people like Lance were a little sleepy.

So there's no chance to get weird or anything like that.

There are three rooms for three people. Entering the room, it has a typical Chinese layout. After Zhen Fan took a shower, he looked at the time and found that it was already ten o'clock, and the three of them had not had a good dinner yet, so Zhen Fan went to the room one by one.

Knocked on their door, and then met to have a Chinese meal together.

After Chinese food came to the United States, some changes were generally made, and the taste was mainly catered to the locals. Therefore, Zhen Fan did not order after sitting down, but directly said to the waiter: "Go and call your boss over."

Zhen Fan spoke in Chinese, and the girl seemed to be Chinese. Therefore, he could understand Zhen Fan's Mandarin and quickly called the boss. The boss was a Chinese in his fifties, with black hair, combed back.

With his Ben-style hair style and Chinese-style jacket, if he had a pipe in his mouth, he would look like a real gentleman from the Republic of China period. This outfit made Zhen Fan couldn't help but smile.

"My surname is Su, Minggui Fang, and my courtesy name is Zigu. I wonder what my little brother's name is?" The man bowed his hands, which made Zhen Fan, who was about to extend his hand to shake his hand, a little dumbfounded. He had no choice but to nod and bow his hands.

"Zhen Fan!" The answer was simple and straightforward. Moreover, Zhen Fan was still depressed about how familiar this person's calligraphy was. He thought about it carefully. It turned out to be the calligraphy of Zeng Gong from the Song Dynasty, one of the eight great prose writers of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

"Little brother, what's the matter with you?" Su Guifang has always been so polite and polite. He seems to have some ancient style, but it's just so artificial that it makes people a little uncomfortable.

"Well, it may be a bit rude to say it. You know I am from mainland China, and I am very particular about Chinese food. But generally when Chinese food comes to the United States, it is also about doing as the locals do, so... I am not used to it, but the local taste is better.

Ah. It’s so memorable!”

Zhen Fan's rhetoric made Su Guifang stunned. Are you here to eat or to cause trouble? Or are you here to talk to someone?

"That's true, but what does your distinguished guest want to say?"

"It's very simple. I want to go to the kitchen and cook a few authentic Chinese dishes, then fill my mouth with food, and then have some good wine. If it's convenient..." Zhen Fan said tentatively. Originally, this matter was indeed outrageous.

Yes, generally if you go to the kitchen to cook by yourself, you are suspected of destroying the signboard.

Sure enough, Su Guifang's face looked a little ugly. But he still endured it and said while holding his breath: "If the distinguished guest is not satisfied, we can accept advice, but it is so late today. If you are not in a hurry to have a meal, it is better to come back another day.

Let’s talk, I’m here to accompany you anytime.”

Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled: "You are really wrong. I just want to eat a more authentic Chinese food. There are only three of us. If you think I am not sincere enough, I am willing to pay double the price of the meal."

The words were spoken quite sincerely, and Su Guifang's expression finally softened a bit.

"Actually, I'm not satisfied with my brother. I usually cook my own food for myself. I don't dare to eat the food made by the master chefs in the kitchen for fear of spoiling the taste. How about this, my brother's food is ready, can I have a taste?" Su Guifang

Said, "To be honest, I am actually a foodie. If I do really well and the meal is free, and if I want to eat in the future, I will pay for it. Just let me eat as long as I can!"

This man was so generous, so Zhen Fan agreed with a smile. Then he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to follow Su Guifang to the kitchen. However, Lance and Helena were stunned for a moment. They didn't know what they were talking about. When they saw

Zhen Fan stood up to leave, but Lance quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to cook you Chinese food, authentic, guaranteed to suit your appetite!"

"Well, that's pretty much it!" Lance let go of his hand with satisfaction.

When Zhen Fan went in, Su Guifang asked a master chef to give up his position. At first, the master chef was a little unhappy. Su Guifang only said that he was here to apply for a job and test his cooking skills. The master chef then snorted, "No."

Made a sound.

Zhen Fan didn't plan to cook a few big dishes. He just picked up some beef and made salt-fried beef, then tomato and egg soup, fried tofu, braised pork and stir-fried eggplant, plus a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs. It was all a few.

Such a home-cooked dish, the color and luster look very good, similar to those made by chefs.

A few chefs looked at Zhen Fan's cooking with a considerate look, but they still nodded in agreement with Zhen Fan's skills, indicating that Zhen Fan still had skills in his hands. It's not that these chefs can't make authentic dishes.

Chinese cuisine, just to follow the local customs, I have modified some of my techniques.

After the dishes were cooked, Zhen Fan went out all at once, and Zhen Fan also ordered two bottles of white wine. Su Guifang followed behind and personally carried the two plates of dishes and set them on the table. The four of them sat in pairs, and the wine came.

When it came to three cups of wine, it was a traditional Chinese wine cup, which was relatively small.

"Let me try it first!" Su Guifang planned to take a bite. If he thought it was ordinary and nothing special, he would find an excuse and leave. However, looking at the dishes, they should be OK and relatively delicious. So he picked them up with chopsticks first.

Eggplant. Eggplant is a vegetable that is difficult to stir-fry. If the heat is too high, it will taste muddy. If the heat is too low, it will be more astringent.

I picked up a small piece, put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, even closed my eyes, and tasted it slowly. The taste... seemed to be good, delicious! It just means delicious. I want to find some adjectives to describe it.

But I 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 shock, but when he saw the three people on the table, they all opened their cheeks and started eating, and they immediately stopped talking.

, holding his breath, he no longer took down his chopsticks gracefully and slowly, no longer savored it carefully, but just chewed it as much as before.

The meal was very enjoyable. After a while, the four of them cleared the plates. They also drank a bottle of wine. Lance drank Chinese liquor for the first time. After the initial discomfort, his generous character also improved.

It showed, but Helena didn't drink it. She ordered a bottle of iced drink.

"It's delicious!" It's the same two words.

Su Guifang touched his belly and smiled at Zhen Fan: "It's been a long time since I had such delicious food. If all the chefs here were as skilled as you, my restaurant would have a prosperous business. What a pity!"

He also knew that Zhen Fan didn't like his small restaurant here, so he could only shake his head with regret and sigh.

"Pay the bill!" Zhen Fan smiled and did not answer his words.

"What's the bill? The menu. From now on, I will eat here for free. No matter how expensive the food is, there is only one condition. Can you let me be my partner?" Su Guifang looked at Zhen Fan with a smile and tried to please him.

meaning.

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

But when Su Guifang heard what Zhen Fan said, he was so happy that he quickly left his business card and asked Zhen Fan to come and sit down if he had nothing to do. In fact, he is a very typical traditional Chinese and hopes to taste Chinese specialties 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 and did not agree with what Lance said, because she had tasted it when she was in a small town.

I have learned about Zhen Fan's craftsmanship. Therefore, I am not very surprised, but feel that it is natural.

The three of them returned to the hotel and went to their rooms. Zhen Fan took a comfortable bath, and then when he was in the bathtub, he heard his cell phone ringing.

"You really know how to find the right time!" Zhen Fan got up from the bathtub, put on a bath towel, and then answered the phone. The call was from Zoe. She was full of concern and asked where Zhen Fan was now, but she was worried.

Zhen Fan comforted her, hung up the phone, and was about to go back for another dip when the phone rang again.

"Zhen, it's me, Sarah!"

She spoke very simply, which was Sarah's style.

"What? Did you catch Grayson Modin?" Zhen Fan knew that she had not caught him, but he still couldn't help teasing her. He kind of liked seeing her angry, it felt very real.

"You know you don't!" Sarah was indeed a little angry, but she still tried her best to calm down her anger, and then calmed down and said, "I need your help. I think that bastard was hidden by his parents. We

He can't be found, there are no clues at all, and... there is still a big problem that only you can solve."

"Oh? What problem does it have to be me?"

"As for the issue of paranormal phenomena, you will definitely be interested in the X-Files!" Sarah deliberately lengthened her voice.