Lisko’s American Life

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

"What do you know, to taste the natural aroma of food."

With that said, he pushed Payne who was standing beside him aside.

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

Payne was not ashamed at all when he was treated like this, and quietly stood aside along with his strength, ready to watch the opponent show off his skills.

During his seasickness, Lao Huo cared about him the most, often made some liquid food that would not make him sick, and made himself a small stove from time to time.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, the two of them have become a rare year-end friendship.

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

Seeing that the oil temperature was almost up, Lao Huo also retracted the back of his hand that had been placed on top of the fryer.

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

Payne stretched his head over, the fish in the frying pan was no longer as lively as before, and he felt all his depression dissipated.

The size of this kind of fish is not too big. Lao Huo kept pouring hot oil on the fish to make the whole fish evenly heated. When the skin of the fish was slightly browned, he immediately picked it up from the pot.

This seemingly simple method is also a test of the chef's skill. This kind of cooking is particularly strict in controlling the oil temperature. If it goes too long, the delicacy will be lost.

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

When Lao Huo cleaned up the oil and put it on the plate, Payne watched. The fish was a small golden plane, which was 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 accelerated, and he couldn't help but swallowed, and then opened it with the fork next to him.

As soon as the skin was broken, a scent came out.

The white and yellow fish meat made him, an injured person suffering from seasickness and loss of appetite, feel a little hungry.

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

Waiting for Payne to wipe his mouth with some aftertaste.

Lao Huo was next to the kitchen counter, smoking his cigarette again.

"How is the taste?"

"great,"

Payne really fell in love with Lao Huo's craftsmanship, and planned to give Lisko a suggestion to let Lao Huo go to the ranch to cook, which would also relieve the workload of David's wife and Jasmine, and be able to better focus on vegetables to plant.

"It's just a little more fishbone."

In exchange for these words, Lao Huo rolled his eyes again.

The 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 a novice air.

"Is it all right?"

The youthful man in front of him, holding a baton in his hand and trembling all the time, looked at the well-developed muscles of the cock, and swallowed with some difficulty.

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

Then the rooster threw both of his boots in front of him in his panties and socks, and bounced to indicate that he had nothing else on him.

"Are you a novice?"

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

"It's okay, kid, I'll take you through it quickly. Next, you need to check my ears for foreign objects, then my nose and mouth, to prevent me from entering the prison cell with metal objects."

At the end of this harmonious and contradictory process, the rooster was put in silver handcuffs and taken to a solitary confinement cell.

He didn't let go of his upright body until the guard had left, and slid down the wall weakly, covering his face with his hands, recalling 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 a little bored.

I chatted with the busy Colt for a while, and watched the passing vehicles at the door of the tavern with a beer in my hand, in a daze.

I remember as if I was invited by a woman for a few drinks, and then I couldn't remember the rest.

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

Before the rooster explained his identity and took out the livestock association detective ID on his chest, he was pressed to the ground by the terrified police officers, his face pressed against the cold ground, making him unable to speak.

When I arrived at the interrogation room, I was told that I was suspected of stealing a car, plus the drugs around me, so I was suspected of drug trafficking by the police and was formally arrested.

The rooster has already asked the rookie just now to help him call his boss, Les, and inform him of the current situation. He is still thinking about what happened yesterday in the prison cell.

But after thinking about it, he still couldn't remember it at all, as if his memory had been stolen by someone, 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 reduced to 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. The price of a tablet is 20 US dollars.

According to the statistics of the police, there were more than 500 tablets of drugs found on him just now. If he didn't find out the truth and couldn't justify himself, he might face decades of prison life.

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

Why in the end, how did I get involved in this kind of thing.

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

He beat his head like crazy, trying to remind himself of what happened yesterday, so as to get himself out of this predicament, but still to no avail.

"Get down and stop your movements."

The rooster was pushed down again by the police who rushed in. They found the rooster to be self-harming through the surveillance in the room.

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

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

From the corner of the rooster's eyes, he had already glanced outside the door, and the rookie who checked him quietly made an "OK" gesture to him.

At this time, Rooster's mood relaxed a little. During this period of time, he had been with Les for a long time. As his agent, he would come over soon to understand the situation, and then try to find out the truth.

As for bothering Lisko, if Les' method is useless, Rooster can only turn to Lisko for help, and he owes everyone a favor.