After being caught, the happiest thing is the second after the dust settles. At 7:20 in the morning, Sun Lien finished the night shift and was in a very beautiful mood.

Finally, I don't have to rely on vegetarian buns to pass the breakfast with black coffee. This alone is enough to make Sun Lien feel happy in his heart. Although the taste of emergency doctors is quite strong, the taste of vegetarian buns with black coffee is really frightening. I used to eat this in the morning, on the one hand, because it was quick, and on the other hand, because it was convenient. You can buy it downstairs, and you can eat half of it on the way. After the last half bun with black coffee, it is both satisfying and refreshing. There is no harm other than bad taste.

Of course, it is better to be particular about it. Sun Lien said hello to Yuan Ping'an, and then watched other colleagues come over to meet him one by one. Then he turned around and left the emergency room and went to the diagnostic center to get Brune out.

"Hey, you said you were going to invite me to dinner. Brune sat in Sun Lien's car, from a high level of nervousness to a relieved face, "I thought you were looking for me to fight." ”

"Usually people ask you to fight?" Sun Lien asked with a smile, "Your appearance is quite intimidating." ”

"Hey, when I used to be in the Caribbean, I used to go to bars and fight with people. Bruun smiled and patted his biceps, then said depressedly, "But I'm not very good for fighting." ”

"Not suitable?" Sun Lien was suddenly a little unconvinced, "You're not suitable for fighting, and during the Chinese New Year, you knocked that fake doctor to the ground with one punch, right?" Sun Lien said as he waved his right hand, "What's that thing called...... superman punch?”

Brune laughed twice "honestly", "It's just jumping up and punching people in the face, there is no name for the trick." He leaned back, shook his body for a while, and after Sun Lien shook the whole car twice before continuing, "The main reason why I'm not suitable for fighting is because I'm easy to cry when I'm excited. ”

“...... What?" Sun Lien's eyes widened, "Crying?"

"yes, cry. Brunn sighed, "Can you imagine me crying and smashing someone's head with a beer bottle?"

Faced with this body temperature, Sun Lien could only shake his head. Brunn looks like this...... He can easily imagine smashing someone's head with a beer bottle, but how to smash it while crying, it's really ...... It's unimaginable.

"This should be a conditioned reflex. Some people will not say a word in the face of danger, some will become chattering, and some may faint directly...... I'm one of those few people who cry very easily. Brune sighed, "Although I don't think it's a terrible thing to smash bottles on the heads of thieves and crooks - they didn't hit me either." But it's really annoying to cry easily when you're excited. He looked at Sun Lien and asked very, very seriously, "Would you like to help me take a look?

Sun Lien smiled bitterly, "Where is this disease? If there is, I would like to make it into a biological weapon or something - the enemy soldier has to cry as long as he shoots, this is simply invincible." He took advantage of the time to park and enter the warehouse, patted Brune's shoulder and said seriously, "Actually, isn't it good to do this? In the past, you used to smash people's heads with beer bottles, but if you still beat people up a lot in the future, not to mention whether the Chinese police uncles will spare you, what if someone hits your head with a beer bottle?"

Brune thought seriously for a few seconds, then spread his hands with a nonchalant expression, "That's right. He looked at Sun Lien and asked after parking the car, "Just here, boss, what are you going to treat me to for breakfast?"

"This is a good place that Director Han told me. Sun Lien pointed to the signboard upstairs, "A restaurant specializing in Guangdong morning tea." ”

"Cantonese morning tea?" Brune's eyes lit up when he heard the word "Cantonese" now, "Is there roast duck rice?"

"......" Sun Lien stared at this bear-like American expert, and didn't know what to say for a long time. After holding it for a long time, he nodded, "Maybe." ”

Bruin happily pulled open the car door and got out of the car with a sharp movement that didn't match his body shape at all, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up! It's too late, and the roast duck has been robbed!"

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"I'm sorry sir, but our siu-mei is only available after two o'clock in the afternoon. The waiter, who was dressed very well, looked at Sun Lien and Brunn with a solemn face apologetically, "It's 9:20 in the morning, and there is no siu-mei now." ”

"What about the roast duck, but the roast goose?" Brunn asked, seemingly unrelenting.

"No, there isn't. ”

"Where's the roast?"

"Nope. ”

"Then ......," Brunn's expression looked like he was really about to cry, "there's always barbecued pork, right?"

The waiter looked at Sun Lien with some embarrassment, "Sir...... This ......"

"This can be there. Sun Lien glanced at the waiter, and he could see that if he didn't eat roast meat today, Brune would really dare to cry here—the kind of wine bottle waving while crying. "Tell the back kitchen and order your siu-mei platter. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work well for a while, we can wait. ”

Anyway, we have to calm Brune down. Sun Lien was a little helpless, originally wanted to treat this guy for returning to the diagnostic center early last night to be on duty, who would have thought that Lao Bu would be so excited because of a roast duck rice.

"Roast duck is a good thing. As if seeing through Sun Lien's thoughts, Brune said to him seriously, "You haven't lived in the United States, so you don't understand - roast duck is a good thing." ”

People in the United States and Europe have the habit of eating duck meat, but for various reasons, there are not many farmers and farms that raise ducks on the American and European continents. The main sources of duck meat imports for these two regions are Thailand and Brazil. Duck meat is usually eaten by people in Western countries with only two options – duck breast that has already been cooked and mixed into salads and various ready-made dishes, or expensive French dishes such as duck confit legs.

Over time, duck meat has gradually become extreme in foreign countries. Either choose duck breasts that are not delicious at all, or duck meat that rich people come back from hunting. In the U.S., at least, middle-class people prefer to choose wood-fired meat and have no turkey flavor at all, and don't like to try duck.

Then, Chinese food appeared. Peking duck has quickly become the top representative of Chinese food in the eyes of nine out of ten Westerners with a popularity that is unimaginable to Chinese. It is followed by the roasted meat of the Cantonese people.

Americans can't figure out why Chinese food can make duck meat so soft and slimy with a unique duck smell. But that didn't stop them from falling in love with the duck in the Chinese food.

"Roast duck is like an apocalypse, you know. Brunn explained to Sun Lien very sincerely the importance of roast duck to him. When you hear a member of the Communist Party of the United States actually use the word "apocalypse" to describe roast duck, you know that this guy is serious. "It revealed to me a very important fact – that the world is so big, so big that I can't imagine it with my barren mind. When I first ate roast duck in Cambridge, I made up my mind that I would definitely visit China in the future. He said seriously to Sun Lien, "Roast duck is the beginning of my fate with China. ”

Sun Lien smiled stiffly, and decided not to comment on it—Dr. Pascal had come to China for pandas. Why are you Brune just staring at ducks?

It's not that it can't be done...... But the contrast is a bit too big.

Sun Lien thought about it while ordering seven or eight morning tea meals. The necessary phoenix claws are to be had, and the money belly and the like are also ordered. Except for a blanched green vegetable and a portion of red rice sausage, all of them were ordered as meat to match Brunn's taste.

"This pigeon can be eaten right now. After reading the menu, Sun Lien happily said to Brunn, "Order one for you?"

"Pigeon?" Brunn frowned and muttered a few words like "pigeon," "Is this a common ingredient? Wouldn't it be too cruel?"

"It's not the kind of pigeon that flies in the square, it's a breed that has been specially bred for food. Sun Lien finally placed an order, "You'll know when you taste it." ”

Brunn looked unbearable, "You know, in the Western world, the pigeon has a very important symbolic meaning. Although I don't believe in God, legend has it that the first thing that brought an olive branch to Noah was the dove – they symbolized hope, peace and security......"

Bruen has been muttering about how much he loves pigeons, and he even once kept a few pigeons on his family's farm, which are said to be a very good breed.

I don't know where the passenger pigeon was eaten from the world's largest bird herd to extinction. Sun Lien sneered in his stomach, but for the sake of Lao Bu's hard work last night, Sun Lien still decided to let him go first - there are so many delicious foods, don't worry about not being able to stop his mouth.

Finally, the roast pigeon was served. Cantonese cuisine is always a little clever in this kind of place, and the roast pigeon that is said to be good turns out is actually marinated first and then poured out with hot oil. While making outsiders unclear about the practice, it can also take the opportunity to shock people.

Brune closed his mouth, his nose twitched twice, and before Sun Lien could persuade him to taste it, his confidant reached out to the pigeon, "It smells good." ”

A quarter of the pigeons disappeared into Bruun's mouth within a minute. His eyes widened, he sucked his oily fingers twice, and then continued to scratch at the remaining pigeons.

Sun Lien only snatched a small pigeon's head and a neck about two centimeters long under the head. The remaining suckling pigeons were left with only a few bones in five minutes.

"Didn't you say that the pigeon represents peace, hope and ......" Sun Lien was a little shocked by Brunn's speed, and he wanted to ask what caused the red neck to suddenly change his attitude.

The next second, Brune explained the problem in a straightforward tone, "If I knew this thing was so delicious, Noah would have eaten all the pigeons on the boat!" He waved to the waiter and shouted in absurd Northeast dialect, "Old girl, five more roast pigeons!"