The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

Los Santos, Beverly Neighborhood, SAP Restaurant.

The people in the restaurant all looked strange.

Especially Qin Chuan's face looked uglier than when someone pointed a gun at his head just now...

Because the flavor of the entire restaurant comes from the dishes in front of him.

This dish tastes like wearing thick synthetic socks, then wearing snow boots to play a game of football, and then covering it up for three days and three nights.

Qin Chuan returned to the restaurant earlier and sat down.

Jiang Fang originally wanted to ask about the situation outside the house.

But the moment she opened her mouth, the waiter brought the first dish.

As soon as this dish came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange, and Jiang Fangqian was immediately silenced.

The chef was very proud and followed the waiter who served the food.

He proudly introduced to Qin Chuan, "Mr. Qin, this is the first dish I prepare for you."

Qin Chuan looked at the black squares on the plate, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"This...isn't this stinky tofu?"

"Yes, this is your Chinese specialty stinky tofu! But it is my improved Minato Tofu! I replaced the kohlrabi and Houttuynia cordata in the original stinky tofu with the herring meat from my hometown's canned herring. I also replaced the sauce with the soup from the canned herring. It can be said that this dish combines the essence of Chinese and European tastes! If our chefs were not allergic to soybeans, I believe this dish would have conquered the world. Taste buds for all.”

When the chef introduced me, he was in high spirits.

Qin Chuan had a black line, and he originally thought that the other party would make a big one for him.

I didn't expect it to be a big mess.

Damn it, he didn't charge me money on purpose.

After stinky tofu.

It's Swiss cheese fondue flavored snail noodles and natto-marinated stinky mandarin fish.

Originally, Wang Ranran and Jiang Fang were both envious of Qin Chuan for being able to eat the dishes customized by the chef.

But after seeing these dishes on the table.

The two of them breathed a long sigh of relief, secretly glad that they were picky eaters and saved their lives.

When the final dessert, Limburger cheese with fish sauce, was served.

Qin Chuan was the only one left in the room.

Wang Ranran, Ji Ranqing, Jiang Fang and Wei Zile all ran outside the house.

Because, compared with the taste of Limburger cheese, snail noodles look delicate.

Qin Chuan felt at this moment that the food Tian Xin cooked was actually not that bad.

After lunch, Qin Chuan walked out of the restaurant.

Wang Ranran and others unconsciously walked three steps away from Qin Chuan.

Franklin originally wanted to step forward and have a private chat with Qin Chuan.

But the smell of the other person put him off.

'Hey guys, the toilet in the restaurant exploded? Or did the sewage pipe burst? It makes Mr. Qin smell like...'

Qin Chuan was already numb, under the attack of the dishes that were like poisonous gas bombs.

He felt like his sense of smell and taste had been completely destroyed.

Originally, he wanted to leave, but he didn't have to eat this meal.

But a group of chefs surrounded him, staring at him with burning eyes, wanting Qin Chuan to comment.

There are three bowls of noodles that are the most unpalatable in life: dignity, scene, and love.

At this moment, Qin Chuan finally understood why this feeling was so unpalatable.

In desperation, he ate all the dishes.

Fortunately, they are all in one bite size, so just hold your nose and eat.

However, there is one thing to say. With the foundation of Chinese cuisine, no matter how you improve it, it will never taste too bad.

Before leaving, the chef asked Qin Chuan for his contact information.

He said that he would go to China to open a branch in the future, and hoped that Qin Chuan would continue to patronize him.

Qin Chuan decisively left his father's phone number...

The entrance of SAP restaurant.

Wang Ranran stretched and asked, "Brother, where should we go next?"

Qin Chuan turned around and looked at Beverly Hills behind him.

"Go up the mountain and look at the house."

……

Los Santos, Beverly Neighborhood, 18th Avenue.

A Lincoln Astro is driving down the road.

The atmosphere in the car was very depressing.

The two bodyguards of the main driver and co-pilot were silent, their expressions gloomy.

They didn't even dare to take a breath for fear of offending their boss who was losing his temper in the back seat.

Ever since he got in the car, the cowboy dad kept cursing.

The other man in the back seat seemed calm and calm.

He was about forty years old, and even if the weather was more than 20 degrees, he was still wearing a crisp three-piece suit.

This custom-made suit is his dignity.

The man has a bald spot in the middle of his head.

This bald spot makes him look more like a European and American aristocrat.

After all, the balder Europeans are, the more mellow they represent their aristocratic bloodline.

The cowboy dad was tired of scolding, and then he remembered to thank the people around him.

"Your Highness, thank you for helping me just now and calling someone to rescue me."

It was a rare occasion for the cowboy dad to change his arrogant appearance and become extremely polite and gentle.

Charles IV still maintained his majesty and looked down upon the world. "It's a trivial matter. I just called the director of the FBI. However, I didn't expect that the FBI actually had a personal relationship with that kid."

The cowboy dad spat fiercely, "Damn it, the FBI is such a beautiful traitor, helping the Chinese people to deal with their own people. The world is really in trouble, and morals are corrupt!"

As he said that, the cowboy father asked tentatively, "Your Highness, you seem to know that Chinese man named Qin. Did you have any trouble with him before? I just saw you meet that man." , and hurriedly hid in the car."

Charles IV's expression was calm and steady, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said fiercely, "A holiday? I have a holiday with him? I have a fucking feud with him!"

The expression on Charles IV's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of complexity.

I remember when I was the crown prince of a country, the crown prince of Great Britain!

As long as my father dies, he can inherit the throne and become the new king of Great Britain.

He has so much power that he can sweep the world. In addition, he can inherit all the wealth of the Charlie family.

Become one of the richest people in the world!

But all of this was ruined by that man named Qin Chuan.

The royal family, which lasted for nearly a thousand years, was ridiculed and driven from power.

A family that has been in business for hundreds of years was kicked out and exiled to a foreign country.

The wealth that had been managed for more than ten generations disappeared overnight.

For more than half a year, Charles IV could not sleep even a single night.

Every night, I dream about myself ascending to the throne.

He cried bitterly and his heart was as sharp as a knife.

Once upon a time, he was about to ascend the throne and look down upon the world.

But now she has to stay in America, company with these black people, and have fun every time.

Charles IV felt that he was dirty and the nobles had lost their face.

Whenever I feel down, I can only call two more male companions to serve me.

Only venting in the storm can make him feel tired, and he can use venting to soothe his injured soul.

Charles IV never wanted to take revenge.

But unfortunately, Charles IV is now just a commoner and has no military power.

However, China is a forbidden area for mercenaries in the world. Assassinating Qin Chuan in China is as difficult as ascending to heaven...