148. Mexican food

Standing on the embankment, he saw the small bright yellow building, with the gate facing the canal, and flowers planted on both sides of a concrete road at the entrance. The courtyard occupies a large area, and there is a complete straight cypress tree, with dense and green branches, and two thick ropes connected to a swing on the thick branches, and a few dozen meters to the left, there are two ridiculously long stools, with black corners that look like they are made of wrought iron, and thick wooden planks of primary color are padded on them. The bright yellow walls are painted with palm trees as high as the building and the deep blue ocean, and a figure with unsightly facial features stands under the palm tree, holding a boat oar.

What the is that black ocean red figure? Mo Lei thought stupidly, isn't this policeman colorblind?

The red Ferrari had turned yellow, the body was covered in dust, and it was parked alone in the concrete parking line outside the courtyard of the small building. Sanchez was wearing a black jacket and jeans with his hands on his chest, with his back to the canal's embankment. Mo Lei stepped over several steps and walked straight to the gate of the garden, and Sanchez walked from the side of the car to the gate as if he had just found out, but the backpack he was carrying on his shoulders looked a little heavy.

"Mo."

"Sanchez."

When hugging Sanchez, Mo Lei was very unaccustomed. He simply reached out to shake his hand, but Sanchez opened his arms and he could only hug him. But his hand touched the rucksack on Sanchez's back, and found that this guy should have an automatic weapon in his bag, so he unconsciously became vigilant again, but remembering the appearance of this guy standing alone by the river with his arms crossed, Mo Lei wanted to laugh a little.

The two walked into the small building one after the other, and in the spacious living room there was a long table, and only an elderly woman sat on a wooden chair by the wall and smoked. When she saw Mo Lei and the others coming in, she quickly got up and walked to the bright hall, smiled at Sanchez, and opened her arms exaggeratedly.

"Oh, my man, Sanchez, are you bringing your friend over for lunch again? But it's past dinner now. The old man spoke very quickly and gave Sanchez a warm hug.

Sanchez said that it would be nice to eat a little at will, but he just needed to have a chat with his friends. The old man opened his arms to Mo Lei again and hugged Mo Lei warmly. Mo Lei found that this old lady who looked thin and dry was very energetic, and the clothes on her body smelled of sunshine.

While waiting for the old man to prepare the meal, Sanchez took Mo Lei to the backyard and sat down on two rattan chairs in the corridor. Mo Lei saw Sanchez put his backpack at his feet, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you." Mo Lei shook his head and refused, looking at the scenery in the backyard.

"You don't smoke?" Sanchez took the cigarette into his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath and spit out the smoke ring.

Glancing sideways at Sanchez, Mo Lei felt that this guy was quite handsome, like most Westerners, his eyebrow bones were very close to his eyes, and he looked ruthless, but he had some ruffians on his body, which was different from several other policemen he had seen. He suddenly remembered the image of this buddy beating others up in the alley.

"Rarely smoked." After a pause, Mo Lei suddenly asked, "You police here can beat people at will?" ”

Sanchez looked at Mo Lei in surprise, he didn't know what this thin, weak looking guy suddenly meant by asking this sentence. He was also speculating about Mo Lei, this man was a typical yellow person, not tall, with a thin physique, and a wandering look on his face, as if he was a little sick. Of course, he didn't know how many injuries Mo Lei had suffered in the past month, and intuitively felt that he couldn't connect the man in front of him with the man who shot smoothly.

"Oh, you beat people up in the alley of Syntagma Square yesterday, and I happened to be passing by."

"Oh, that's a peddler." Sanchez suddenly realized and nodded, "Well, peddler, you know. ”

"Oh."

"Drug traffickers can't treat him as a human being anymore." Sanchez nodded and took another puff on his cigarette.

"Oh." Mo Lei also nodded.

There was a long silence between the two. Sanchez snuffed out the cigarette butt that still had a small half, and looked up at Mo Lei, "First, why did Tina ask you to find me?" Second, who are you? How long have you known Tina? Thirdly, what country are you from and what are you doing here? Why did you run yesterday? ”

Mo Lei grinned.

"I'm a friend of Tina, and yesterday was a coincidence, so I met and helped out. I am Chinese. Tina asked me to find you today, probably to let me know her true situation, if you don't mind, you can talk to me. Mo Lei retreated as he advanced, his eyes fixed on Sanchez.

But Sanchez didn't understand the amorous feelings, and didn't notice Mo Lei's speaking skills, so he told him very happily, "I and Tina are college classmates, but I didn't expect her father to be a drug lord, which is also too well protected, and I only learned about it recently." ”

When Mo Lei opened his mouth to stammer, the old lady came down with a tray, followed by a half-grown teenager, wearing only a vest, shorts, and slippers, and holding a large iron kettle that looked like 5 catties in his left hand.

"Come on, come on, there's nothing to eat now, just these Toltia and oysters, enough for the two of you to eat,"

The old man put down the tray with a smile, and the food in the tray was so rich that Mo Lei thought that 10 people would have a surplus when they ate. The old man took the iron kettle in the young man's hand and put it on the ground, and said a few words to Sanchez, but Mo Lei didn't understand a word, and when he was puzzled, Sanchez looked at Mo Lei and told him with a smile.

"This is artificially brewed agave, the old man said to give it to the guests to drink, how about it? Drink a little? He looked at the Chinese in front of him, who was a few centimeters shorter than himself, and he didn't look good, anyway, he felt that Tina and this man must be very close. This heart was sour, so I poured him wine, and first grabbed a corn sticker and tore off a piece and ate it.

Unexpectedly, this Chinese man didn't give any face, and very directly reached out and grabbed the corn sticker from the tray and gnawed it, shaking his head while admiring the deliciousness, "I don't drink alcohol, and I don't drink a drop of alcohol." ”

"How can a man have less alcohol in his blood?" Sanchez poured himself a glass disapprovingly.

Mo Lei didn't care. You can't drink wine, but the food cooked by this old lady tastes really good. And if he guessed correctly, this Sanchez has a fairly straightforward personality. But the old lady brought a child down with her, also to let her guard down? Is it safe to drink?

Unexpectedly, the old lady took out a wooden cup and poured herself a glass, first handed it to the young man to drink, and then clinked glasses with Sanchez, and finished it in one gulp. After taking a sip of wine, the boy turned and ran up to the second floor, and after half a minute he ran down with a hookah and handed it to the old lady with a garious look.

Sanchez laughed, helped the boy pour a small half glass, and then also drained the wine in his own glass, and looked at Mo Lei with slanted eyes, "Okay, Chinese, what do you want to know, I will tell you everything I know." ”

Mo Lei was spicy by the chili pepper and burst into tears, and was inhaling in a wow. It's so spicy, anyone who can eat chili peppers is choked like this.

Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly motioned to the young man to bring a glass of water, but Mo Lei didn't drink it immediately after taking it, just wiped his hands with a tissue and exhaled.

"Well, whatever you want, I just want to hear it."

Sánchez spoke apologetically to the old man, who took his glass, turned around with the boy, and disappeared into the hallway.

"You're Tina's boyfriend? When did you meet Tina? Sanchez drank two glasses of wine, sweat oozed from his dark face, and his eyes turned blood-red.

"No, and besides, what does it have to do with what we're talking about?" Mo Lei tore off a piece of scone, tasted a small bite, and found that it was sweet, so he quickly ate it in a big gulp.

Sanchez froze.

That's right, I asked too directly, but if I don't eat it again, look at the momentum of this guy's eating, and I will soon be able to finish this plate, and I will start to eat it.

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