Lisco's American Life

Seeing Payne's thoughts, Lao Huo glanced over with disdain.

"What do you know? You need to taste the natural flavor of food."

As he said that, he pushed Payne aside who was blocking him.

Don't delay my cooking, you will enjoy it when I finish it."

Payne was not embarrassed at all when he was treated like this. He stood aside quietly and followed the force, ready to watch the other party show off his skills.

During his period of seasickness, Lao Huo cared about him the most, often making him some liquid food that would not make him nauseous, and from time to time he would also make a small stove for himself.

Although they didn't get along for long, the two of them have become rare friends.

Lao Huo is such a cold-faced and kind-hearted person, and Payne feels very comfortable with this way of getting along with him.

Seeing that the oil temperature was almost the same, Lao Huo also took back the back of his hand that had been placed on top of the fryer to feel it.

Put the processed fish into the pot whole, and the tumbling oil will roll over the fish.

Payne stretched his head over and saw that the fish in the pan was no longer as active as before. He felt that all his depression was gone.

This kind of fish is not that big in size. Lao Huo kept pouring hot oil on the fish so that the whole fish meat is evenly heated. When the skin of the fish is slightly browned, he immediately takes it out of the pot.

This seemingly simple method also tests the chef's skills. This kind of cooking is particularly strict in controlling the oil temperature. If it is slightly exceeded, the delicious food will be lost.

In Japan, which loves seafood, many chefs are famous for this dish.

When Lao Huo cleaned up the oil and placed it on the plate, Payne looked at it. The fish was a golden little plane, parked on the white plate, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high.

He felt that the secretion of saliva in his mouth was accelerating, and he couldn't help but swallow, and then split it with the fork next to him.

As soon as the skin is broken open, a scent hits your nostrils.

The white and yellow fish meat made him, an injured man who suffered from seasickness and no appetite, feel a little hungry.

He picked up a piece with a fork, and the delicious taste spread from the taste buds throughout his mouth, gently biting the outer skin, mixed with fish meat, and the crispy skin and tender meat rolled over the tip of his tongue, forming a strong collision.

Payne wiped his mouth with some aftertaste.

Lao Huo was next to the kitchen counter, holding his cigarette in his mouth again.

"How does it taste?"

"great,"

Payne really fell in love with Lao Huo's craftsmanship, and was planning to give Lisko some advice. Let Lao Huo go to the ranch to cook, which would also relieve David's wife and Jasmine of their workload, so that they could better focus on vegetables.

Planting.

"It's just that there are a little more fish bones."

This sentence earned another look from Lao Huo.

Rooster was in the biggest trouble in his life at this time. He took off his shirt and asked the police officer in front of him who exuded the air of a novice.

"Is it okay?"

The young man in front of him, who was holding a baton in his hands and shaking, looked at the well-developed muscles of the cock and swallowed hard.

"Sir, you still need to take off your leather boots."

Then the rooster, wearing underwear and socks, threw his two leather boots in front of him, and jumped to show that he had nothing else on him.

"Are you new?"

"Yes, sir, I just graduated and today is my first day at work."

"It's okay, kid. I'll get you familiar with it quickly. Next, you need to check if there are any foreign objects in my ears, and then my nose and mouth to prevent me from entering the prison cell with metal objects."

At the end of this harmonious yet contradictory process, the cock was put on silver handcuffs and then taken to a single prison cell.

After the guards had left, he relaxed his upright body and slid down the wall weakly. He covered his face with his hands and recalled what happened last night.

Yesterday, as usual, he returned to the ranch after picking up Willow. After everything was over, he came to the tavern out of boredom.

Chatted with the busy Colt for a few words, held a beer in front of the pub and watched the passing cars, in a daze.

I remember that I was invited to have a few drinks by a woman, and then I couldn’t remember what happened next.

When he woke up, it was already the next day, and he was lying alone in a car, surrounded by police officers with guns ready, and a large bag of fentanyl scattered around him.

Before Rooster could explain his identity and take out the Livestock Association agent ID from his chest, he was pushed to the ground by the frightened police officers, his face pressed against the cold ground, leaving him unable to speak.

When he arrived at the interrogation room, he was told that he was suspected of stealing a car, and with the drugs around him, he was suspected of drug trafficking by the police and was formally arrested.

Rooster has already asked the rookie to help him call his boss Dales to inform him of the current situation. He is still in the prison cell thinking about what happened yesterday.

But after thinking about it, he still couldn't remember it at all, as if his memory had been stolen, and his mind was completely blank.

Fentanyl is a synthetic painkiller that was originally developed for pain relief. It is 50 to 100 times more effective than morphine, so it is now a drug sold on the streets.

This new type of drug is now very popular in the United States because of its price and convenience, with a pill costing $20.

According to police statistics, there were more than 500 drugs found on his body just now. If he did not find out the truth and could not defend himself, he might face decades in prison.

Rooster looked at the towering glass roof with a look of despair on his face.

Why and how did I get involved in this kind of thing?

He thought about Catherine who had kissed each other goodbye yesterday, the lovely Willow, the newly married Colt, and Maggie who was waiting for him to return at home.

He banged his head like crazy, trying to remind himself of what happened yesterday so that he could get out of this predicament, but he still found nothing.

"Get down and stop what you're doing."

Rooster was pinned down again by the police who rushed in. Through the surveillance camera in the room, they discovered that Rooster was committing self-mutilation.

"Be honest, your matter is still under investigation, so wait for the results with peace of mind."

The white police officer looked at the rooster with a serious face and scolded him, trying to use words to make the rooster calm down.

Rooster's peripheral vision had already glanced outside the door. The rookie who was checking his body quietly made an "OK" gesture to him.

At this time, Rooster felt a little more relaxed. He had been getting along with Les for a long time during this period. As his agent, he would come over soon to understand the situation and then try to find out the truth.

As for disturbing Lisko, if Les's method is useless, Rooster will have no choice but to turn to Lisko, and he will owe everyone another favor.