The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 38 Uncle Long

Jin Bing sat on his big chair and rubbed his head with a headache.

He naturally knows what kind of force An Qiluo is. An Qiluo's own action can naturally solve the problem, but it will also cause bigger problems. He directly destroys a force, and the chain impact caused in the underground world is not just a sentence or two. I can speak clearly.

Compared with An Qiluo's messy actions, it is better to investigate this matter by himself, which has less impact.

In order to maintain the order of New York's underground world, Angelo must not be allowed to intervene in this matter!

After Jin Bin made up his mind, he said to Angelo on the phone, "Mr. Pastor, I'll take over this matter, so you don't want to interfere. I will send someone to your place to communicate with you later."

An Qiluo breathed a sigh of relief at first, he is indeed very good at fighting, but no matter how good he is at fighting, there is only one person, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will escape, and secondly, he really doesn't like trouble, now Jin can't fight. Taking it over, naturally saved a lot of trouble.

Wouldn't it be nice to be with little Jiali in church?

"Huh? Don't ask anyone to come to me, just go to Alexei directly." Angelo flatly refused, "They found out the clues, I don't know."

Jin Bing was taken aback for a moment, and then hung up the phone dumbfounded. You don't even know the news now, so what you said before is so determined that you want to go out and kill those people right away? Is the co-author trying to force me to make a move?

Although he suddenly had the feeling that he was working for An Qiluo, since he had made the promise, Jin was not so shameless. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called his subordinates to arrange the matter.

"Erica, come up here..."

...

After An Qiluo hung up the phone, he didn't worry about it anymore. Since Jin took over the matter, basically there would be no major problems.

Seeing little Jiali's worried eyes, Angelo smiled softly, and reached out to stroke Xiao Jiali's purple hair.

"What's the matter? Little princess? Did Dad scare you?"

Little Jiali hugged her big hand cannon, shook her head firmly, and called Tachibana again, "Dad, are you going to fight? I can help, too, and I want to go too!"

An Qiluo looked at Xiao Jiali's small body with some dumbfounding, seeing her serious expression, reached out to hug her, and waved Tachibana away, letting it play on its own.

"Little princess, you are a lady, so you can't use violence easily in the future." Angelo smoothed out little Jiali's hair that was messed up by the wind, "Father won't fight, just stay here with my little princess~ "

"Hee hee~ Wood~" Little Jiali smiled again, and kissed An Qiluo's face.

No. 1 came out with two glasses of lemonade. Looking at the harmonious scene between Xiao Jiali and Angelo, it seemed that the two were born to be a father and daughter, and there was no difference in appearance between the two. .

...

Angelo played with little Jiali on the grass for a while.

Little Jiali has a particularly easy-to-satisfy temperament, even if it is a very childish game, with Angelo's company, she will play with relish.

Anyway, as long as my father is with me, I can have fun playing anything.

"Hello, is this the Rathma Church?" While the two were interacting in person, a gray-haired, big-nosed Huaguo old man walked in through the courtyard, wearing a bright yellow jacket.

Angelo glanced at it, stood up from the grass, and asked kindly, "Yes, this is Rathma Church, what can I do?"

The old man looked about sixty years old or older. Apart from wrinkles, there were some minor wounds on his face. When he heard Angelo's pure Chinese accent, a smile appeared on his face .

Anyone who meets a compatriot who speaks the same language in a foreign country will be very happy.

It's just that there is always an indelible sadness hidden in the eyes of this vicissitudes old man.

"Hello, sir, do you know Mr. Angelo, the pastor here? I'm looking for Mr. Angelo." The old man Huaguo is kind like the old man of the neighbor's house, and he is the face of Huaguo himself, so that Angelo's vigilance was greatly reduced.

"Uncle, I'm An Qiluo, what's the matter with you?" An Qiluo maintained the tradition of respecting the old and loving the young when facing people with no malicious intentions.

"Hi boss, my name is Guan Yulong. I'm here to apply for a chef job. I heard from Boss Zhou in New York's Chinatown that you're hiring a Chinese chef here? I opened a Chinese restaurant in the UK before."

As soon as he heard that this young man was An Qiluo, Guan Yulong's attitude immediately became respectful. After all, he was going to live with this young man in the future, and he left all his restaurants to Lin Baoyi...

Hearing the other party talk about Boss Zhou, An Qiluo remembered that he had indeed entrusted Zhou Guoxiang from Chinatown to help him keep an eye on the Chinese chef. Recently, he ate fried steak on the 6th every day and almost forgot about it.

An Qiluo rubbed the head of the little Jiali who came over curiously, and said to the old man with a smile, "You don't have to be so polite, just call me An Qiluo or whatever, Uncle Long, I can call you Uncle Long, right? , then I will trouble you later."

"Thank you then." Uncle Long nodded and agreed, and looked enviously at the warm interaction between An Qiluo and Xiao Jiali. If it hadn't been for the accident, he might be able to hug his granddaughter in a few years ...

Since the other party has opened a Chinese restaurant in the UK, the craftsmanship must be fine, but I just hope that Xiao Jiali's appetite will not scare the other party away.

An Qiluo thought for a while, and then said, "Uncle Long, the amount of food I need for each meal here may be a bit larger, and my daughter and I can eat quite well..."

He deliberately increased the volume on the louder side.

"No problem. The restaurant I opened in England is actually very good. It's good to be busy every day." Uncle Long said without too much hesitation, looking at little Jiali kindly, "It's a blessing to be able to eat, the little girl is now When you grow your body, eat more."

"Little princess, her name is Grandpa Long." An Qiluo took little Jiali's little hand and asked her to say hello to Uncle Long. From now on, she will have to trouble Uncle Long for her meals.

"Hello, Grandpa Long~" Little Jiali took Angelo's finger and called out sweetly, which made Uncle Long smile immediately.

"Okay, okay, okay. You're fine, you're fine too..." Uncle Long replied to Xiao Jiali in a rambling manner, his eyes were really like looking at his own junior.

"By the way, Uncle Long, do you have a place to live? If there is no place to live, I can reserve a room for you here, or I can rent one for you, and I can reimburse you."

When An Qiluo got rid of Zhou Guoxiang and helped him find a chef, he agreed on a salary of 6,000 US dollars a month, including food and housing. Considering that Uncle Long is an adult after all, he did not force Uncle Long to live with them. in the church.

In case Uncle Long wants to help the poor ladies on the side of the road, it would be more convenient to live outside, right?

"I finished renting the house, and it's on this street." Uncle Long smiled, and didn't bring any food and lodging with An Qiluo.

An Qiluo also tacitly didn't bring up this issue, but silently added the cost of renting the house to Uncle Long's salary in his heart, and gave it to him together at the end of the month.

The two had a tacit understanding on this matter, as if neither of them mentioned the other's background.

An Qiluo could tell that Uncle Long was definitely a person with a story, and he couldn't hide his eyes alone. Besides, without a story, how could a serious chef come to work in Hell's Kitchen.

As for Uncle Long, he also heard about An Qiluo's situation from Zhou Guoxiang, so he naturally knew it well. He came to work in Hell's Kitchen naturally for this reason.

This may be the difference between Chinese and people from other countries. Not everything needs to be explained so clearly.