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Although Angelo was curious about the story of this Chinese old man, now is not the time to ask, the two sides have just met.

"Okay, Uncle Long, then you can go in." Angelo beckoned Number One and asked her to come over and lead Uncle Long in.

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Hell's Kitchen is not a clean place, but the few streets around Angelo's door seem to be not in Hell's Kitchen at all. Even the most common street corners here are nowhere to be seen.

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

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

No matter what he asks, he will never mention it.

Uncle Long walked around the church with No. 1, and then was arranged to be led to the cafeteria.

From the kitchen window, Uncle Long looked at Angelo, who was playing with little Gary on the lawn.

If he hadn't known Zhou Guoxiang for a long time, and heard some of Angelo's situation from him, he would never have imagined that Hell's Kitchen, a place that is "famous" even in the UK, is because this young man has such a A piece of pure land.

How did he do it?

Immediately, Uncle Long shook his head again, and threw these messy thoughts out of his head. How is it important? I came here because only in this way would I not bring trouble to Lin Baoyi and prevent Lin Baoyi from being hurt.

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

"Uncle Long, you can just call me No. 6." No. 6 first gave a polite salute, and then said, "Just now, the eldest sister said that the boss wants to eat Chinese food, so I'll do it for you."

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

Then Angelo and Gary were attracted by the smell wafting from the kitchen chimney.

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 spice, a little tomato fragrance, and some other flavors .

Angelo is not a chef, or even a qualified diners. He can't describe these aromas concretely, but after smelling this smell, his spirit is instantly shocked!

This is the taste of authentic Chinese cuisine!

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

"Dad." Little Gary swallowed quietly beside her, "What's this taste, the steak fried by Sister No. 6 doesn't taste like this."

Angelo also quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and patted Xiao Jiali's head with a smile, "This is Chinese cuisine, which is called the pinnacle of culinary arts in the food industry, let's go in and have a look, shall we?"

"Okay~" Little Gary impatiently pulled her father and ran into the church, her calves jumping upside down quickly, Angelo followed behind with a smile.

In fact, there are many Chinese dishes that are not delicious in the eyes of foreigners, and even some ingredients are unacceptable to foreigners, but Angelo is more willing to cultivate Xiao Jiali into a Chinese taste. He thinks that there are only sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty dishes. It's food! Life is like that~

Didn't you see that little Gary was drooling when she smelled it.

When Angelo brought little Gary back to the church, Uncle Long had already brought the food in his apron, and No. 6 was helping him.

Seeing Little Gary hurriedly pulling Angelo over, Uncle Long smeared his apron twice before going up to him, and said to Little Gary kindly, "Oh, little princess, no need. In such a hurry, I did a lot~”

"Grandpa Long, is it time to start dinner?" Although Xiao Jiali kept looking towards the dining table, looking like she couldn't wait to cook, she still stopped her steps out of politeness and waited obediently for Uncle Long to nod her head. .

Just now, my father said that you should respect the chef who cooks for you!

"It's alright!" Uncle Long smiled to make way for little Jiali, and then repeatedly instructed, "Eat slowly, don't rush, there's enough to eat."

He followed No. 6's advice and prepared every dish well. Although he also doubted whether he could eat so much, he still understood the truth of listening to people's persuasion to eat enough.

With Uncle Long's permission, little Jiali cheered and pulled Angelo into her seat.

Angelo looked at the food on the table. Uncle Long was indeed a person with real skills. The food was not only large, but also had several styles.

The main food is the most common rice. The dishes include beef stew with tomatoes and potatoes, beef with black pepper, beef with sharp peppers, and vinegared cabbage for greasy relief, and even a dessert with pine nuts and corn.

These menus seem to be particularly appetizing, and the aroma is even more powerful.

Angelo watched Little Gary under the guidance of No. 1, clumsily using chopsticks to pick vegetables from the plate, smiled, and did not disturb No. 1's teaching to Little Gary.

Really found a treasure. Uncle Long's craftsmanship is actually a bit wasteful for him to be a chef, but it doesn't matter, it's a big deal to increase the wages for Uncle Long.

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

Angelo is not a fool. He didn't expect Uncle Long to be so good at first. This skill is more than enough to open a Chinese 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.

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Under the dull gaze of Uncle Long, Little Jiali ate more than ten bowls of rice. The picture was strange.

Looking at Xiao Jiali's flat stomach, Uncle Long couldn't figure out where the food that the other party ate went to, and it didn't even count those dishes!

Decades ago, when he was in China, he also met 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 Gary is still a little girl of four or five years old!

No. 1 on the side was not surprised. They thought that the first time they saw Little Gary eating so much, they were stunned, but Little Gary ate so much at every meal, and gradually they got used to it.

Tachibanaza under the dining table is also nibbling on the steak, which is its regular meal every day.

Angelo had almost eaten, and was about to get up and find a quiet place to chat with Uncle Long, but a voice came from the turnaround at the door of the church, and at the same time he walked in, and the sunlight outside the door shot from the head of the black bald 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 man behind the black bald head, Phil Coulson, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Agent Coulson, what's going on this time? As I said, I don't like you guys." Although the other party's five million yuan was paid off very quickly last time, "customers" are the truth of God, in Angelo It obviously doesn't work here.

Coulson opened his mouth in embarrassment. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the black bald head.

"Mr. Angelo, it's my idea to come this time. Let me introduce myself. I'm..."