Los Angeles, Chinatown, Rongfu Hall, a Chinese restaurant claiming to be an "old brand."
Orange chicken, sweet and sour pork, sesa chicken, General Tso’s chicken.
Four dishes of chicken—no, three dishes of chicken plus one of pork—all are sweet, yet each sweet in its own unique way, which is quite fascinating.
Of course, the important thing is, they definitely don’t suit the taste of the won, even Liu Qingyan, who’s usually not picky, put down her chopsticks after just a couple of bites.
Facing a table full of dishes, they looked at each other, surprised and puzzled, and then all their eyes focused on Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng grinned helplessly, "So I really have to make a move?"
"You said it yourself." Shen Ying chuckled, her eyes curved, "Besides, you really want us to eat this stuff?"
After laughing, Shen Ying pointed to a dish of sweet mapo tofu in front of her, putting on a pitiful look that made even Zhang Weili feel a surge of protective instinct.
"I can’t bear it! I can’t bear it!"
Lu Zheng shook his head, helpless, and called for the waiter, "Could you bring your manager here?"
A Latina waitress ca over, understood Lu Zheng’s words, and quickly ran to the front desk, bringing back a middle-aged Chinese man.
"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?" The middle-aged man approached, speaking Mandarin with a Minnan accent.
Lu Zheng said, "Hello, we are tourists from China. We really can’t get used to your Chinese dishes with Lighthouse Country flavors."
"Oh, fellow countryn from China." The middle-aged man greeted politely, then said apologetically, "But our kitchen staff now aren’t very good at cooking traditional Chinese dishes..."
"It’s okay." Lu Zheng waved his hand, "So, could I use your kitchen for a bit? We’ll still pay for the food."
"Huh?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback; he had seen people borrow the restroom, but never the kitchen.
"You can watch . I won’t ss around. I’m a chef myself." Lu Zheng smiled.
"Well... alright."
The middle-aged man, the owner of the restaurant, thought for a mont and agreed. After all, it wasn’t a big deal.
"Please, follow ." The middle-aged man gestured politely and reminded, "But our kitchen may not have all the spices a restaurant in China would have."
"No problem, I’ll use whatever you have." Lu Zheng shook his head and smiled, "Thank you."
"You’re welco, it’s no trouble."
The middle-aged man led Lu Zheng to the kitchen, inford the cook and assistants, cleared a stove for Lu Zheng, then left the Latina waitress to assist, returning to the restaurant hall.
And that Latina waitress being there also seed to have a monitoring intent.
Lu Zheng didn’t mind; it was good that the owner was cautious. In case of a bad person, tampering with the ingredients, how would they deal with that?
So, being allowed to use the kitchen was fortunate enough, and Lu Zheng seriously suspected it was thanks to all the beauties at the sa table.
So Lu Zheng, with a confident smile, picked up a knife under the skeptical gazes of the kitchen staff, looked around, and chuckled with confidence.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
...
Leaving Lu Zheng busy in the kitchen, the won left in the hall naturally started chatting about topics only won would discuss.
And this topic naturally continued from what Liu Qingyan and Zhao Xiaodao were discussing just now.
"Uh, Sister Qingyan..." the little assistant spoke hesitantly, "Look at , I..."
Liu Qingyan glanced at the little assistant’s not much larger slope compared to Zhao Xiaodao’s and curiously asked Zhao Xiaodao, "Did you recruit your assistant based on similarity to yourself?"
Liu Qingyan had seen videos of Lu Zheng’s group in Africa, and it seed Zhao Xiaodao’s previous assistant, too, sported an A-cup.
Thinking of Sister Jing, the little assistant instinctively cast suspicious looks at Zhao Xiaodao, who straightened up and denied seriously.
"I’m not, I don’t, don’t talk nonsense!"
"Haha, I think it’s true!" Zhang Weili nodded in agreent while the little assistant showed a bit of grief.
Shen Ying and Liu Qingyan laughed, teasing Zhao Xiaodao, even Si Lingxi couldn’t help chuckling as she glanced between Zhao Xiaodao and the little assistant.
Just as they were joking, outside suddenly ca a commotion, growing louder and closer, mixed with screams, cries, and even... gunshots!
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, Lin Wan turned her head suddenly, "What’s going on?"
"Not good! It’s getting out of hand!" The owner’s face changed, he went to the door to take a look, and backed away in panic.
At the sa ti, several tables of diners quickly stood up, tossed so money onto the tables, and rushed out the door.
"What’s happening?" Zhang Weili grabbed the owner.
"It’s because of what happened a few days ago, they’re causing trouble again!" The owner said anxiously, "They might start looting again, and I’ve heard there are many people marching in the Los Angeles District; if this escalates, there could be big trouble!"
As the owner finished speaking, they could see through the restaurant window that many people had rushed onto the street, mostly African-Aricans, but also Latinos, Whites, Indians, and Asians.
"They’re protesting a white cop killing a black man and yet smashing up Chinatown?" Zhao Xiaodao felt her worldview shatter.
"It was like this back in ’92!" The owner muttered, then went to close the restaurant.
But he was too slow; a group had already arrived, several Whites stord into the convenience store across the street, looting and pulling knives to warn the Chinese woman store owner not to move.
anwhile, several African-Aricans rushed into the restaurant, one even pulled out a gun, pointed at the owner, while two others quickly ran to the restaurant counter, smashed the cash register, and stuffed money into their pockets.
The owner raised his hands in surrender, gesturing toward the counter, "The money in the restaurant is all there, feel free to take it, just please don’t hurt anyone or damage the place, I beg you!"
Zhang Weili kept her eyes on the gunman, her palms sweaty, ready to act, while sneaking glances toward the kitchen.
Shen Ying looked at the several African-Aricans and then across to the convenience store, turned to ask Lin Wan, "Aren’t you going to act?"
Lin Wan frowned, hesitating, "The stores all have insurance, if the damage isn’t too bad, we shouldn’t act, or these stores may face retaliation later, and we can’t protect them always."
Right then, a Chinese girl was dragged out by her hair from the storage room of the convenience store across the street, thrown to the ground, and kicked several tis, while the African-Aricans who’d just grabbed the money saw Lin Wan’s group, their eyes lit up, circling them with sneers and slowly approaching.
Lin Wan’s face darkened, Shen Ying and Liu Qingyan’s eyes flashed, while Si Lingxi’s Divine Thought swept over, seeing the sa scenario occurring over a hundred miles: riots, vandalism, car fires, and heinous cris, totaling near ten thousand people.
The mont Zhang Weili and Lin Wan sprang into action, and Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying prepared their techniques, Si Lingxi subtly blinked her eyes.
Suddenly, an abrupt change occurred!
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