Fang Lang spent the entire day at the headquarters of Global Group, handling the company's accumulated business.
It was not until dusk that I was awakened by a knock on the door. I thought it was the company secretary who wanted to say something.
Casually said:
"Come in!"
As a result, it was Lilith who opened the door.
Fang Lang quickly stood up and walked forward, opening his arms as he walked.
Lilith flew into Fang Lang's arms like a young swallow returning to its nest, shouting as she did so:
"Lang, I miss you so much. Woo woo..."
Feeling the girl's attachment to himself, Fang Lang was very happy. He hugged her tightly and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
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"Lilith, I missed you too."
A kiss on the forehead obviously did not satisfy Lilith. The little girl raised her head and pressed her soft lips directly against Fang Lang's mouth.
The enthusiasm that erupted at this moment almost made Fang Lang unable to control himself.
Just as the two were kissing passionately with a French kiss, a very discordant cough was heard from the door.
Pulled the two men back from the point of an accidental firing.
Fang Lang looked up and saw that it was Miss Ophelia Berg, who was still watching the two of them at the door.
"Miss Ophelia Berg, if you have nothing else to do, you may leave work.
We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything."
Fang Lang was very dissatisfied with Ophelia Berg's tactless behavior. Didn't he see that the boss was being intimate with his girlfriend?
You can eat dog food quietly, but it is really immoral to disturb others' intimacy.
Before Ophelia Berg could speak, Lilith in her arms took the initiative to speak:
"Oh! I'm sorry, Sister Ophelia, I..."
Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Lilith turned around and said:
"Lang, I have made an appointment with Sister Ophelia to have dinner together tonight."
After hearing this, Fang Lang finally understood what was going on. He didn't expect that Ophelia Berg and Lilith had a good relationship after meeting each other for the first time.
After checking the sky outside and seeing that it was indeed dark, Fang Lang had no intention of continuing to work. He said to Ophelia Berg:
“Any good restaurant recommendations?”
Ophelia Berg couldn't explain what she was thinking at this time.
When he saw Fang Lang and Lilith being intimate, he really wanted to turn around and leave.
However, I recalled that I had a very pleasant chat with Lilith along the way.
The other party took the initiative to make an appointment with me to have dinner together tonight, and I agreed without thinking much.
I saw the two of them kissing each other so passionately that they completely ignored my existence.
I originally wanted to cough twice to tell Lilith to cancel the dinner party today.
However, Fang Lang's attitude made her very unhappy.
What does it mean? It turns out that he flirts with me when his girlfriend is not around.
Now my girlfriend and I have become superiors and subordinates to each other, and she wants me to leave on my own accord.
Humph! Man, I won't let you have your way.
I'm going to ruin your good fortune today.
"On the way, Lilith said she wanted to eat Chinese food. Do you want to try Chinatown?"
Fang Lang was stunned by these words. He put his arm around Lilith's waist and said:
"Oh! Lilith, why do you want to eat Chinese food?"
“Because you are Chinese!
So, I want to adapt to your taste, it turns out there is no Chinese food in Italy.
However, I found a few Chinese restaurants in Boston that I ate at and found to be very delicious.
So, I just want to share the flavors of your hometown with you!"
Lilith heard Fang Lang's question and said with a smile as beautiful as a flower.
After hearing what Lilith said, Fang Lang realized that he had not eaten Chinese food for a long time.
I just don’t know if the Chinese food in New York is authentic Chinese food.
After thinking for a while, he said:
"Okay, let's go to Chinatown."
Escorted by guards, the group drove into Chinatown in a mighty manner, not knowing where to find authentic Chinese food.
As I was walking, I saw a sign that read "Si Hai Yi Jia". Isn't this the Hongmen Hall?
Since I didn't know where to eat, I just chose this one.
A group of people walked into a big hotel and scared the receptionist at the door.
It is obvious from the look of this person that he is not a simple person.
A person surrounded by so many bodyguards was obviously not someone he could afford to offend.
In particular, I noticed that when several guards got off the car, they had Thompson submachine guns sticking out from under their black wool coats.
The receptionist's eyelids twitched when he saw this.
I hurried forward to greet him, and when I asked if he was there to eat, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Such an important person definitely cannot be allowed to dine on the first floor! He hurried to the private room on the second floor to welcome him.
The bodyguards didn't care about anything and went in to search.
After confirming that everything was alright, he nodded to the outside.
Fang Lang then got out of the car with the two beauties.
When the receptionist saw that the visitor was an Asian, he was stunned.
When did America have such a great man?
This is almost as grand as that of the President of the United States.
In fact, he didn't know what the president of the United States was like, but he felt that this was what the president of the United States should be like.
At least the bosses in their gang would never have such a grand show.
He hurried forward to greet her:
"Boss, please come in!"
Fang Lang looked at the enthusiastic guy in front of him and smiled:
“Can the chefs here cook authentic Chinese food?
Don't bring out those things that fool the foreigners."
The guy didn't expect that this person was a Chinese, and his face suddenly became more enthusiastic.
He hurriedly said:
"Sir, you have come to the right place.
In the entire Chinatown, we are the only restaurant that can still make authentic Chinese food.”
Upon hearing this name, Fang Lang suddenly found it interesting and said with a smile:
"From your accent, you seem to be from Peking."
When the guy heard this, he became even more friendly. If such a big shot called him brother, he could brag about it for ten years.
"Sir, you are this."
As he said this, he gave a thumbs up.
“In my impression, among the Chinese in the United States, there seem to be more people from Fujian and Guangdong!
I didn’t expect to meet someone from Peking.”
The two of them talked as they walked, and Fang Langdao also felt a sense of familiarity.
"You're right, my family fled from Beijing when the Japanese invaded, and I was already fifteen years old when I first came here.
So, this accent can’t be changed.”
Fang Lang recalled the Beijing accent that he often heard on TV in his later years. It seemed particularly familiar to him now.
He smiled and said:
"What's the point of changing it? It's fine as it is."
As they talked, the two of them had already walked into the box. The waiter wiped the table with a towel and said:
"Sir, what kind of flavor do you want to eat today? I will personally tell the chef in the kitchen and guarantee the authentic taste."
"Oh! What flavors do you have?"
In Fang Lang's impression, the four major cuisines of his hometown during this period should be Northeastern cuisine, Northwestern cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and Cantonese cuisine.
The eight major cuisines that later became popular all over the world did not have this term at that time.
Therefore, Fang Lang was also very curious about what flavors this Sihai Yijia could make.
"Look at what you said, the four seas are one family, what does the four seas mean? Of course, it means you are good at all four major cuisines!"
The waiter said this with a smug look on his face, but he didn't stop his work. He was still pouring tea for Fang Lang and the others.
In his previous life, Fang Lang actually preferred heavy-flavored dishes such as Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.
Unfortunately, I don’t know if I can eat it during this period, so I tried to ask:
“Are there any cooks from the Xiangchuan area?”
Unexpectedly, this guy is really an expert, and he immediately asked:
"Oh! You like spicy food, right?
No problem, I'll arrange it for you right away."
"Let's see if they can make eggplant stew, twice-cooked pork, and mapo tofu. I just need to serve one of these dishes.
Serve the lady some Cantonese food!
Something lighter, such as roast goose, barbecued pork, sweet and sour pork, steamed sea bass, and poached chicken.
We will try the taste, and if it is really authentic, we will come here often. "
Fang Lang didn’t know whether these dishes were available here, so he ordered some dishes that he would often eat in the future.
Unexpectedly, the waiter didn't even think about it and just repeated the name of the dish Fang Lang ordered.
"Master, just wait and see. I will arrange it for you right away!"
"Don't forget to arrange two tables for my brothers so that they can also try the flavors."
After receiving Fang Lang's instructions, the waiter walked out of the door, not forgetting to turn back and bow to Fang Lang.
He shouted:
"Yes, sir! I promise to make sure everything is arranged for you."
For some reason, Fang Lang felt that this guy was a bit like a slave in the old society, but the feeling of being served was still very comfortable.
The two women saw that Fang Lang and the guy were communicating in Chinese the whole time and they couldn't get a word in. They could only watch silently from the side.
Among them, Lilith has started learning Chinese because of Fang Lang.
But since I have just started, even listening is still difficult.
But he understood one word.
He looked at Fang Lang with a puzzled look and asked:
"Lang, why does he call you grandpa? Is he your grandson?"
Fang Lang, who had just picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, almost spit out the tea in his mouth after hearing what Lilith said.
He coughed several times before he recovered.
When Lilith saw Fang Lang's expression, she patted Fang Lang on the back to help him calm down.
"Lilith, when did you start learning Chinese?"
Seeing that Fang Lang was fine, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I hired a Chinese girl to be my Chinese teacher in Boston's Chinatown!
But Chinese is really difficult!
I have learned so far and I can only understand a little bit. "
Needless to say, Lilith's purpose of learning Chinese is definitely for herself. At this moment, Fang Lang really feels very happy.
This Italian girl actually secretly learned Chinese for her own sake, and then she remembered that the other party had suggested eating Chinese food.
This kind of girl who always accommodates him and cares about him makes it hard for Fang Lang to believe that she is an Italian girl.
This kind of personality seems more like that of traditional Chinese women.
Thinking of this, Fang Lang couldn't help but reach out and hold Lilith in his arms, and said softly:
“This “ye” doesn’t just mean grandfather. In the feudal aristocratic families where I come from, servants usually address those who are higher in status than themselves or the head of the family as “ye”.
For example, the wives and concubines in a family would call the male owner of the family "Lao Ye", and the son of the male owner would be called "Shao Ye".
The person just mentioned is from Peking, and the custom there is to address respectable people as "Ye".
This doesn't mean I'm his grandfather. Do you understand?"
Fang Lang was deeply moved by Lilith's silent dedication.
However, he would not be polite to the other party verbally, but would only be more caring to the other party through his actions.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Fang Lang's words, Lilith spoke directly:
"So, Vivian and I should call you Master, right?"
This made Fang Lang burst into laughter. After a long while, he kissed Lilith and said:
"We are not those feudal nobles. I like to hear you call me dear. It's more intimate."
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