Daily life of an American TV drama agent

When they returned to Los Angeles, it was already dark, and when Ron was worrying about what to eat for dinner, his cell phone rang, and it was Howard's extremely lewd voice that answered the call.

"Ron, are you back?"

"I just came back, what's wrong with Howard?" Ron asked.

"Do you still remember that special Chinese restaurant you talked about this morning?" Howard's voice was a little noisy, and Ron even heard Rajesh's urging: "It's that restaurant that makes 'aphrodisiac' food. Can you take us with you, you promised."

Thirty minutes later, Ron, the excited Howard and Rajesh were sitting in a slightly shabby Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. The sign outside only said Liu Ji, a Chinese restaurant that specializes in Chinese barbecue. restaurant, and except for Ron, the three people in the store are all yellow people.

As soon as he entered the door, Howard couldn't wait to greet the waiter in Chinese: "Please bring us a piece of General Tso's chicken and that 'aphrodisiac' food. Thank you. What do you want?"

"What are you ordering General Tso's Chicken? That's just to fool you foreigners," Ron said, speaking Chinese even more fluently than Howard, and even had a more authentic Northeastern Chinese accent.

"Brother, don't listen to him. First, chop three big kidneys and grill them thoroughly. More cumin and less spicy. They foreign devils can't get used to our stuff. Then, get twenty skewers of mutton skewers. Roast leeks, look at the lamb whip, it’s these two foreign devils who pay for it anyway.”

The waiter opened his mouth in shock at Ron's Chinese.

Why can't they, foreign devils, get used to it? Is it really okay for you, a typical white-looking person, to say this? Aren’t you also a foreign devil?

"Oh my God, Ron, you can actually speak Chinese! This is the most difficult language I have ever learned!" Howard said in surprise.

Ron shrugged proudly: "Of course, it's not difficult, isn't it? In fact, I majored in Chinese in college and got all A's."

A person who was a Chinese in his previous life majored in Chinese at a university in the United States. Is this...surely not cheating?

Ron held the restaurant waiter's chin with one hand and helped him close it: "Hurry up, man, we want the fattest kidneys, the ones that sizzle with oil."

After saying that, Ron stood up, whispered a few words in the waiter's ear, and then licked his lips with great nostalgia. God knows how hard it is for a body with a Chinese soul and an American country to live in this country.

Rajesh: "Ron, does this 'aphrodisiac' food really work?"

"Of course, this is a Chinese secret. If I hadn't had a Chinese girlfriend when I was in school, I wouldn't have known about it." Ron said nonsense.

After a while, the pure Chinese-style barbecue ordered by Ron was brought out one by one.

"Come on, this is kidney, which is made from sheep's kidneys. According to Chinese medicine, it can nourish the kidneys. Although it sounds a bit disgusting, believe me, it is extremely delicious.

This lush green thing is a leek. Once you cut it, a new crop will grow immediately. It symbolizes extremely strong vitality and can help you continue to be heroic in battle..."

Ron introduced the dishes one by one, even the simplest mutton skewers, he could make some sense to support his view of "enhancing virility", but the source of the horror still made Howard and Howard both pale in shock.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't move their forks, Ron couldn't help but continue to encourage: "Think about that fat girl last night. You two were struggling together. Don't you want to try one person next time?"

Before he finished speaking, Howard, who had just come to stare at the big kidney on his plate with a tangled look on his face, immediately changed to a look of death, picked up a piece of kidney with a fork and put it into his mouth. Rajesh was not to be outdone and followed suit.

Howard chewed the food a few times and swallowed it, with an afterthought expression on his face: "Rajesh, what do you think of the taste?"

Rajesh: "It tastes pretty good?"

The two looked at each other and began to frantically sweep away the food on their plates.

Ron watched the two people's movements and expressions in his eyes. The old god took a bite of mutton skewers on the ground, and then drank a big gulp of beer: I don't believe that your little food culture can resist the charm of Chinese cuisine that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, the guy from the backstage came out with a plate and asked, "Who ordered the happy cow?"

Ron raised his hand in surprise: "Here!"

Howard has been fully curious about Chinese food, but he is still a little wary of unfamiliar food: "What is this made of? Is it also 'aphrodisiac'?"

"Of course," Ron smiled evilly: "I don't know exactly what it is made of. I can only say that this is made of cow parts. In the past, this was a delicacy that only nobles could enjoy. Of course, if If Rajesh's religious beliefs don't allow it, I wouldn't mind sharing this delicacy with you.

After all, cows are sacred animals in your religion. "

Of course Ron knew what Niu Huanxi was made of, but he just didn't say it. He was just playing~ He just wanted to see what kind of expression the two of them would show when they knew what they were eating after eating. It must be interesting~

I have to say, Ron's character is really bad.

But before Howard could react, Rajesh forked a piece and put it in his mouth. He let out a very intoxicating hum: "Cow can be delicious and sacred at the same time~"

After a while, the three of them finally finished sharing all the food on the table and lay down in their chairs with satisfaction.

Rajesh rubbed his belly: "Howard, do you feel it's working?"

Howard stretched out his belly obscenely and exclaimed in surprise: "Of course! I feel like there is a fire burning in my belly. I am like a perpetual machine and can work all night!"

"Me too! Do you still have the contact information of that fat girl yesterday? I want her to kneel down and beg for mercy today!"

"Of course," Howard stood up excitedly: "Ron, let's go first, we're going to have fun all night tonight!"

"Oh~ oh~" Rajesh screamed strangely, and followed him with a twitching dance. Fortunately, they didn't forget to settle the bill before they left.

Ron glared at their backs angrily: The sky is clear, the rain has stopped, do you think you can do it again? Two idiots, that's chili! Even some kind of little blue pill can't take effect so quickly!

It’s hard to say whether the aphrodisiac package is useful or not, but Ron knows that this kind of food is meant to be a psychological comfort. What many people call ineffectiveness is actually a psychological effect. When the mental illness is cured, there will be no medicine for the physical illness. And got better.

This is probably the case for the wretched duo. Seeing the fat girl's huge body, thinking about their small self, they feel afraid, and then...

So, this can be considered a good thing? Ron thought with some uncertainty, but he still decided not to join the two fools just now, who knows if they would be dragged into the battle with the fat girl.

Ron had already pressed the "F" key on his keyboard. He didn't want to drive a tank.

After sitting on the chair and waiting for a while, the two of them had already walked far away. Ron stood up calmly, wiped his mouth and prepared to leave. But at this moment, something happened!

"Tap-tat-tat..." A crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of the night, and the diners and bosses of the restaurant immediately got under the table and shivered.

"FXXK! It's a submachine gun!" Ron immediately took out the gun and rushed outside, but when he just walked to the door, there was another "bang" explosion where the gunshot sounded.

It's the direction of Koreatown not far away. What a coincidence, it's also the direction Howard and Rajesh go home. Couldn't it just be the two of them? Ron was anxious.

With his profound experience, he immediately judged that this was not a robbery. Are you kidding me? Do you need to use a submachine gun to rob two weaklings with no fighting ability at all?

But who will embarrass them? In an instant, Ron thought of countless possibilities.

Could it be that Rajesh's family background was exposed and someone was targeting him?

Ron quickly got into the car as quickly as possible, started the car, and drove towards the place where the explosion occurred. He didn't want anything to happen to the two people who were having dinner with him just now.

The explosion place was not far away, but Ron had just driven more than two hundred meters when he met a group of motorcycle racers. Ron was so anxious that he didn't pay attention to them at all, but just after passing them, six motorcycles appeared again. Folded back.

Ron felt something was wrong. The other party seemed to be looking at his license plate number. Could this group of people be coming for me?

The two leading cars rushed up, one from the left and the other from the right, sandwiching Ron in the middle. The man in the back seat suddenly stood up, quickly displayed his weapon, and fired at his car.

FXXK! Uzi submachine gun! It was the same weapon as the gunshot just now.

Coming for me? The corner of Ron's mouth curved in a strange arc, and he immediately leaned in the car. Instead of stopping immediately, he suddenly changed the direction and moved toward the nearest motorcycle on the left.

"Boom!"

Directly knocking the nearest motorcycle with the person and the car away, Ron succeeded with one blow, and immediately knocked the direction completely to death. He kicked the accelerator to the bottom, the car drew a circle on the spot, quickly completed the U-turn, and directly hit the other motorcycle. The motorcycle drove into the grass on the side of the road and hit a telephone pole before coming to a stop. Ron did not show his head during the entire process.

"Boom!" The motorcyclist was hit by the car against a telegraph pole. He was bleeding and short of energy, and he seemed to be dead.

And Ron had already used the moment when the car hit the telephone pole to open the car door and roll into the grass.

But the motorcycle accomplices didn't know that. They just stopped, picked up their guns, and fired wildly at Ron's car again, threatening to beat him into pieces. Finally, a bullet hit the fuel tank, and the car body was immediately torn apart like a lighter. Lights up, then explodes.

The fire and smoke dispersed, and before the faces of the motorcyclists hidden in their helmets could show their triumphant smiles, Ron stood up from the grass with a sinister smile.

"You had a great fight just now, didn't you? Now it's Uncle Ron time!"