"What does Beyoncé have to do with this, and what kind of fire is the police union?" Xiao Peng asked puzzled.

Padgio shrugged: "When she held a concert in 2016, she and her backup dancers paid homage to the Black Panther Party by wearing iconic Black Panther Party costumes such as leather berets. At that time, the police union was going to block Beyoncé's concert. How can we say this? Whether the Black Panther Party is a thug or an anti-discrimination fighter, in any case, the Black Panther Party is an unavoidable part of the history of the Stars and Stripes. "Forrest Gump" also appeared in the Black Panther Party. ”

Xiao Peng shrugged: "I think it's good to live in Huaxia now, there aren't so many." ”

Yang Meng said: "But now I think it's better to stay on the boat and play games, what kind of banquet is really boring." It's up to you to pretend to be forced quietly, and then there will be no more. ”

Xiao Peng smiled: "Come on, you didn't soak the girl to say that, right?"

Pagio said: "Okay, Mengzi, believe me, you don't need to soak them next, it's their turn to soak you------ but there are two prerequisites, the first is that Gaga is not by your side, and the second is that this guy next to you should not rob you!"

Miao Miao gave Pagio a blank look, "Padge, why are you getting more and more indecent now?"

Pagio pointed at Xiao Peng and the others: "With them for so long, I feel like I've lived again, I'm at least fifty years younger! Miao Miao, why be so serious? Xiao, I'll send you back in a while, I'll go to the airport." ”

"What are you doing at the airport?" Xiao Peng was stunned.

"I'm going to go back and arrange how to deal with this matter, you're right, I'm going to train a successor. It's just a good time to take advantage of this to see what they're capable of. Besides, we'll have to see what they're doing with Dickweh's bachelor night. Pagio said.

Miao Miao was stunned for a moment: "Peggy, what the hell are you doing? Cultivating a successor? Why have you never told me about this?"

Pagio grabbed Miao's hand with a gentle face: "We've been fighting for too long, and it's time to enjoy it." In the rest of your life, I will take you to every corner of the world. ”

Miao Miao was frightened when he heard this: "Pudge, something is wrong with you, is it?" After speaking, he put his hand on Pagio's forehead: "No fever?"

Pagio couldn't help but laugh: "Miao Miao, don't think about it, I don't have anything, I just feel that I owe you too much for so many years with you." I will spend the time to make up for what I owe you. ”

Before Miao Miao could react, a melodious guitar suddenly sounded in the car, and a black male voice sang melodiously, and the two of them turned their heads and saw Xiao Peng covering his face there, but Yang Meng was holding a small remote control, and it was he who played the music in the car stereo.

Seeing Pagio and the two looking at him, Yang Meng grinned: "According to the bridge in the movie, there should be music at this time, right? Don't thank me, this is what I should do." Listen to this song, how beautiful. ”

He put on a blues-style song, and the melody is really beautiful, but 。。。。。。

Xiao Peng sighed: "Brother Mengzi, you are really my brother, really, this song is really good, but don't you look at the name of this song?"

"Poof. Pagio couldn't help but laugh.

Alas, change the subject。。。。。。 Xiao Peng asked, "Peggy, who sang this song?"

Padgio's eyes lit up, "Do you think so too?" The man who sang this song is called John Lee Hook, and I love his song. ”

"Well, I'll be sure to look for his song when I go back, but I think this voice still sounds more like vinyl. Xiao Peng said lightly。。。。。。

This strange Star-Spangled Country surname, the surname Hooker, means Hooker, but this John Lee Hooker is indeed a master! His blues music is great.

Several people talked and laughed all the way, returned to the yacht home port, and Yang Meng followed him to New York, saying that he would check the arrangements for the bachelor night. Xiao Peng knew that he was a drunkard, not in the wine------ in that piece of meat. It's a place to play.

After Xiao Peng went back, Yali hadn't come back yet, so Xiao Peng ran back to the room and fell asleep directly.

The next day, Xiao Peng got up early in the morning ----- was hungry. He didn't eat anything at all when he attended the pretending drinking party yesterday, and now he is so hungry that he has a heart on his stomach.

Yali didn't know when she came back, she slept so fragrantly, Xiao Peng knocked and got up, it seems that Yali is tired enough from this busy work. Don't disturb her and let her sleep a little longer.

When he arrived at the restaurant, a young chef prepared a breakfast for Xiao Peng------ fried dough sticks, tea eggs, tofu brain, and a plate of small pickles.

"Xiao Zhao, this fritter is fried very well today, your level has improved!" Xiao Peng gave a thumbs up, this young chef is the nephew of the ship's chef elder Zhao. At that time, Lao Zhao said to Xiao Peng, how can there be a miscellaneous man in the kitchen of this ship, introduce his nephew, and learn a craft while working, and the salary can be less, just let him learn a skill.

Xiao Peng didn't object to this, this is your kitchen's business, you can make the food with your own hands. This Zhao Qiao is also quite competitive, who said that the level of cooking can only be said to be average, but there is no problem with things like making breakfast.

Listening to Xiao Peng's praise, Zhao Qiao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Boss, you can just think it's good." After saying that, he ran back to the kitchen.

Xiao Peng smiled. This guy is still quite shy?

Breakfast in the on-board restaurant is always Chinese. Of course, it's not for nothing that you want to eat bread or something, after all, you have to consider Padgio and other foreign friends, right?

However, Xiao Peng was still worried about the matter, and now Pagio and the others had said goodbye to milk bread in the morning. And the two of them are still fighting over whether this tofu brain is sweetened or salted.

It seems that the dispute between the two parties, "sweet" and "salty", is a worldwide problem, and it knows no borders.

It is said that breakfast is good, lunch is full, and dinner is small, so how can breakfast be eaten well? What is most suitable for the Chinese people's eating habits is the best! Do you have to be like the people of the Stars and Stripes, who have overbusiness and eat all of them for nothing?

Besides, a good breakfast can make the morning feel good.

However, today's breakfast was obviously not satisfactory to Xiao Peng. As soon as he picked up the fritters and took a bite, he spit them out directly, and roared angrily: "Lao Zhao, you come out for me!"

Lao Zhao is the head chef on the ship, that is, Zhao Qiao's second uncle. There are more than sixty staff members on board, including six people in the galley. Responsible for the usual food and drink of the people on this boat.

After Xiao Peng finished shouting, Lao Zhao ran out of the chef's lounge, not that Lao Zhao was lazy. He certainly didn't need to do it himself, and the rest of the chefs took turns to make it.

Although this matter is obviously not Lao Zhao's business, Xiao Peng wants to find him, the reason is very simple----- where to solve the problem. If there is an accident in the kitchen, the head chef must solve it, and if there is a security problem, it must be solved alone. It's always better to have a professional solve the problem than to toss it around yourself.

Do you have to do everything yourself? Please, not to mention the tiredness, you may not be able to find the right solution. Xiao Peng is not so stupid! If there is a problem, find the person in charge, this is the correct way of management!

Hearing Xiao Peng shouting, Lao Zhao hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out: "Boss, what's the matter?"

Xiao Peng pointed at his fritters with an angry face and said, "Lao Zhao, we don't get tired of working on the boat, right? The treatment is not bad, right? I think I am also good to people, and I haven't offended the people in your kitchen, right? What do you mean by this? Look at these fritters, can anyone eat them? Idiots can also fry fritters, right? Can anyone tell me what this special thing is?"

Lao Zhao walked over to take a look, and almost fainted, how can there be pieces of white crystals in this fritters?

No, that's not the case with rock candy? Is that a salt cube? It's not quite like that!

After Lao Zhao picked up the white crystal and licked it in his mouth, his mouth almost crooked, and he shouted: "Zhao Qiao!

As soon as Lao Zhao shouted, the young chef who had just given Xiao Peng breakfast in the kitchen came out, only to see him with a frightened face, like a child who had done something wrong: "Second uncle。。。。。。 ”

"Don't call me second uncle!" Lao Zhao couldn't do it angrily: "Let's not get tired of this work on the boat, right? The treatment is also good, right? I think I am good to people, I have such a good job opportunity, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, take you out to see the world, I have done a good job, right? But I didn't offend you, right? Why are you cheating me so much? If you don't want to do it, get out, don't drag me into the water!"

Xiao Peng almost laughed after hearing this, uh, why does this word sound familiar? Okay, isn't this the word he criticized Lao Zhao just now? You use it quickly!

Zhao Qiao also looked aggrieved: "Second uncle。。。。。。 I really don't blame me for this!" Xiao Peng shouted just now, and he was lying in the kitchen and saw what was happening here.

"Not bad for you?" Lao Zhao picked up the fritters on Xiao Peng's table: "What the hell is this? Alum! It's still such a big piece! It's enough to take him and break people's heads, what are you going to do? Don't say anything, pack your things, and go home!

After hearing this, Zhao Qiao's tears flowed out directly: "Second uncle, boss! Don't! If I go back like this, I will let my father break his leg!" Boss, this is really not my fault!"

"It's you who is on breakfast today, it's not your fault, whose fault is it?" Lao Zhao's eyes widened.

"It's my fault!" came a woman's voice from the kitchen.

Everyone turned around together, and at this time, who came out of the kitchen and wore chef's clothes, who was it not Di Jingjing?

Xiao Peng covered his face, Sister Jingjing, you are really my own sister, what are you tossing? What are you tossing around in the kitchen without going to bed so early? Is there anything fun here?