The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 39 Real Food

Although An Qiluo was curious about the story of this old man from the Hua Kingdom, now was not the time to ask, as the two had just met.

"Okay, Uncle Long, then you can go in." An Qiluo waved to No. 1, asking her to come and lead Uncle Long in.

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Hell's Kitchen is not a clean place, but the streets around Angelo's entrance are not in Hell's Kitchen at all, and even the most common street corner drug dealers are gone.

This was Uncle Long's first impression after coming here. Before he found An Qiluo, he probably inquired about the environment here in Hell's Kitchen. Zhou Guoxiang had told him a few days ago, but he had to make sure that his arrival would not be a trouble to An Qiluo.

People here, whether they are gangster drug dealers on the street or the residents who live here, are all secretive when they mention Angelo. They only say that Mr. Angelo is a young man and a person worthy of respect.

No matter what other questions he asked, he would never mention them.

Uncle Long walked around the church with No. 1, and was arranged to lead them to the cafeteria.

From the kitchen window, Uncle Long looked at An Qiluo who was playing with little Jiali on the lawn.

If he and Zhou Guoxiang were not old acquaintances, and he heard something about Angelo from him, he would never have imagined that Hell's Kitchen, a place that is "famous" even in the UK, would actually be because this young man has such a A piece of pure land.

How on earth did he do it?

Immediately, Uncle Long shook his head again, throwing these messy thoughts out of his head. How important is it to do it? I came here because only in this way can I not bring trouble to Lin Baoyi, so that Lin Baoyi will not be hurt.

"Miss No. 6, what flavor do you usually eat?"

"Uncle Long, you can just call me No. 6." No. 6 first saluted politely, and then said, "Just now the eldest sister said that the boss wants to eat Chinese cuisine, so I can help you."

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Angelo played with Xiao Jiali until noon, which actually sounded like a long time, but in reality it was less than three hours at most.

Then Angelo and Little Jiali were attracted by the scent wafting from the kitchen chimney.

It is very fragrant, different from the usual No. 6 fried steak, which comes from the aroma of the beef itself, but this time the aroma is also mixed with a little spicy, a little tomato fragrance, and some other flavors .

An Qiluo is not a cook, not even a qualified eater, he can't describe these aromas specifically, but after he smelled this smell, his spirit was shocked immediately!

This is the taste of authentic Chinese cuisine!

The mouths of these foreigners have faded like a bird! How can there be such rich methods and seasonings in China?

"Father." Little Jiali quietly swallowed from the side, "What kind of taste is this? The steak fried by sister No. 6 doesn't taste like this."

Angelo also swallowed quietly, and patted Little Jiali's head with a smile, "This is Chinese cuisine, and this is the peak culinary skill in the gourmet world. Let's go in and have a look, shall we?"

"Okay~" Little Jiali impatiently dragged her father and ran into the church, her two calves were flying upside down, and An Qiluo followed behind with a smile.

In fact, there are many Chinese dishes that are not delicious to foreigners, and some ingredients are even unacceptable to foreigners, but Angelo still prefers to train Xiao Jiali to have Chinese tastes. He thinks that there are only cuisines that have sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. It's food! So is life~

Didn't you see that little Jiali was already drooling when she smelled it?

When Angelo brought little Jiali back to the church, Uncle Long had already brought the food in his apron, and Number Six was helping him.

Seeing little Jiali hurriedly pulling An Qiluo over, Uncle Long quickly wiped the apron twice before going up to him, and said kindly to little Jiali, "Oh, little princess, don't worry about it." In such a hurry, I have done a lot~"

"Grandpa Long, is it time to serve dinner?" Although Xiao Jiali kept turning her eyes towards the dining table, as if impatient to wait for the cook, she stopped in her tracks out of politeness, obediently waiting for Uncle Long to nod .

Dad said just now that you should respect the chef who cooks for yourself!

"Okay!" Uncle Long gave way to Xiao Jiali with a smile, and then repeatedly instructed, "Eat slowly, don't worry, there is enough food."

But he followed No. 6's suggestion and prepared every dish better. Although he also doubts whether he can eat so much, he still understands the truth of listening to people's advice to eat enough.

With Uncle Long's permission, little Jiali cheered and pulled An Qiluo to his seat.

An Qiluo looked at the food on the table, and he realized that Uncle Long was indeed a man of real ability. The food was not only large in quantity, but also in several styles.

The staple food is the most common rice. Dishes include stewed beef with tomato and potatoes, beef with black pepper, and beef with peppercorns.

These dishes look very appetizing, and the aroma is even more overwhelming.

Angelo watched Little Jiali clumsily pick up vegetables from the plate with chopsticks under No. 1's guidance, and smiled, not disturbing No. 1's teaching of Little Jiali.

It's really a treasure, Uncle Long's craftsmanship, it's a bit wasteful to be a chef here, but it doesn't matter, the big deal is to raise Uncle Long's wages by himself.

With this skill alone, no matter what trouble Uncle Long has, I will take care of it for him!

An Qiluo is not a fool. He didn't expect that Uncle Long's craftsmanship is so good at the beginning. This skill is more than enough to open a Huaguo restaurant in Chinatown. The business is absolutely booming. Some rich people are willing to invest. Now that Uncle Long comes to Hell's Kitchen, there must be some What trouble.

While eating, An Qiuluo considered how to talk to Uncle Long for a while. Although he could take over the trouble for him, he had to know what the trouble was first!

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Under Uncle Long's sluggish gaze, little Jiali ate more than ten bowls of rice, the picture was quite strange.

Looking at little Jiali's flat stomach, Uncle Long couldn't figure out where all the food the other party ate went, not counting the dishes!

When he was in China decades ago, he also came into contact with some special people, but I am afraid that none of these people can eat more than ten bowls of rice in one meal!

What's more, little Jiali is still a little girl of four or five years old!

The number one on the side has long been familiar with the strangeness. They thought that when they first saw Xiao Jiali eating so much, they were also stunned, but Xiao Jiali ate so much every meal, and gradually got used to it.

The orange seat under the dining table is also gnawing on the steak, which is its daily meal.

Angelo had almost eaten, and was about to get up and find a secluded place to have a good chat with Uncle Long, when a voice came from the turnaround at the door of the church, and at the same time, a black bald head walked in, and the sunlight outside the door was emitted from the black bald head's head On the roof of the church, a spot of light was formed.

"Hello, Mr. Angelo." It was the black bald man who spoke.

Angelo ignored him, but looked at the person behind the black bald head with a half-smile, Phil Coulson, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Agent Coulson, what's the matter this time? As I said, I don't like you guys." Although the other party's five million was paid off quickly last time, "customers" are God's principles. This obviously doesn't work here.

Coulson opened his mouth in embarrassment, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the black bald head.

"Mr. Angelo, it was my idea to come here this time. Let me introduce myself. I am..."