Natasha smiled shyly, looked at Fulin Nelson in front of her, and reached out to take his business card. Said gratefully: "Thank you!" I didn't know these two big dogs were so fierce. Why do they want to attack me? ”

Fudge was just about to speak, when the blind young man next to him poked his back with a guide cane and urged, "We have to hurry, Alvin only makes 50 sizzling steaks a day, and it's too late to eat." ”

Fudge, who was reminded, nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, we have to hurry, sorry Miss, we have to go to catch our late dinner." After saying that, he quickly pushed open the door and beckoned to the blind youth, "Hurry up, Matt, I don't want to miss Alvin's sizzling steak." ”

Natasha, who was ignored by the two young people this time, felt very strange that many things today were a little different from what she thought. But it made her even more curious about what kind of place it was.

Two giant wolves blocked the way at the door, and it was obviously not a good way to break through. But as an agent, there's always a lot to do. Natasha took out her phone and made a call, and said in a very flustered voice, "Hey, 911?" I'm in Hell's Kitchen, block 34, there are two giant wolves here, it seems to be attacking me, please hurry up and save me~"

About 15 minutes later, a police car drove up and two police officers got out of the car. A middle-aged policeman walked up to Natasha first and asked, "Miss, did you call the police?" May I ask where is the giant wolf you are talking about? ”

Natasha was surprised that the middle-aged policeman in front of her actually ignored the giant wolf in front of her, and ran over to ask her, didn't you see the young policeman running to say hello to the two giant wolves?

Natasha frowned and said suspiciously, "Isn't that a giant wolf?" They almost attacked me when I tried to enter the restaurant. As he spoke, he pointed to the two giant wolves who were impatiently driving away the young policeman.

The middle-aged policeman smiled when he heard this, and said, "That's not a giant wolf, these two are the pet dogs of the owner of the Peace Hotel, which are registered in our police station." They have never had a history of attacking people at will. As for why they want to attack you, well~ maybe it's something stuck to you. As he spoke, he looked at Natasha thoughtfully, and the old policeman smelled something unusual from her.

Natasha let out an "oh" and said, "Then if I want to go in, the two police officers will not watch me being attacked by these two, um~ pets, right?" As she spoke, she looked at the middle-aged policeman with a meaningful look.

The middle-aged policeman, who had some guesses about Natasha's identity, said with a wry smile: "Of course you can go in, I guarantee that Thor and Dom will not attack you." But I have to warn you, the owner here, Alvin, is a nice guy. ”

Natasha smiled noncommittally, ignoring the warning in the middle-aged policeman's words, and raised her chin slightly, signaling that she wanted to go in.

In the dining room, there are only 6 tables and 2 booths against the wall. It was already full at this time. Fudge and Matt found two seats at the bar and sat down.

"Matt, why did you leave so fast just now, it's rare to meet a big beauty here! Oh~ I forgot you can't see it. As soon as the fat man Fudge finished speaking, he found a thin and handsome girl in the bar, holding two glasses of lemonade in her hands, and was about to put them in front of the two. Fudge's words were heard, and one of the cups was handed to a boy in a wheelchair reading a book at the bar. The boy grinned and said, "Thank you!" Sister Jessica! Another cup was placed in front of Matt, and the girl knocked on the cup intimately, making a "ding~" sound. Remind Matt: "Your lemonade, sizzling steak is going to be a little late today, please wait a while!" With that, he glared at Fudge again, turned and left the bar, to settle the bill for a table of departing guests.

Fudge screamed in protest, "Hey ~ Jesse, you can't do this." Why don't you give me a drink. Then he turned to the little boy at the bar, "Hey, man, that lemonade in your hand should be mine, and if you give him to me, Mr. Fudge Nelson will write you a letter of praise." ”

The little boy grimaced at Fudge, picked up the lemonade and followed the example of the people on TV drinking red wine, shook it, sniffed it, and then took a small sip of it.

The good-natured Fudge made a funny appearance of baring his teeth and claws, intimidating the little boy. One big and one small played across the bar.

Matt smiled and shook his head, feeling helpless and amused by Fudge's heartlessness.

In the deepest part of the bar, against the wall, there is a stove with ten small stoves. Alvin wore an apron with his back to the bar, tending to ten portions of sizzling steak being made at the same time. Without looking back, he said, "Fudge, if you disturb our Mr. Nick Custer reading, you can say goodbye to today's dinner." Our Mr. Custer only got a D in math yesterday. ”

"Hey~ Alvin, we said okay, we can't say it." Nick waved his arms and screamed in protest.

Alvin didn't look back, and said jokingly: "Yes, we said okay, you finished your homework quietly in the room today, but you came to the dining room again." ”

Nick said a little weakly: "You went out just now, Sister Jesse is alone, I want to help." Saying that, he remembered something, raised the book in his hand, shook it, and said, "And I was just reading a book." "After that, I made a look like I was trying hard.

"Yes, Mr. Custer, who loves to read, can the Batman in the book teach you how to get an A and come back?" After speaking, he used a special iron tong to pick up a finished iron plate steak and put it on a pine tray. Picking up the tray with one hand, he placed a steak onto a shelf in Nick's wheelchair. "Boy, go send it to Old Stan and talk to him about Batman and see if you can get a tip."

"Alvin, you can't do this, Nick is still a kid! He just doesn't have a talent for learning, you can't force him, it's only going to get worse. Fudge protested at Alvin, but it provoked a big eye from Nick.

"Fudge, are you talking to a Chinese person about how to educate children? Are you sure? "A fat white man who was also sitting at the bar and waiting for a meal dragged one hand on his chin, so that the fat on his chin overflowed to both sides, and his cheeks were particularly bloated. The white fat man looked at Alvin's busy back in awe, and continued to pat his ass, "You know, Chinese children are very good at school, and my former school teacher also said that Chinese people can use a kind of witchcraft to make children very smart." ”

Fudge didn't seem to like the fat white man, and in a sarcastic tone, he said, "Sharif, why can I only see you on this day of every month, what are you waiting for?" What is the benefit of making the famous, Sharif Garage Owner sit here obediently every month today? Is it for that steak? ”

"Hey, Fudge, you've got to be a little respectful of me." Sharif shouted angrily, until nothing more drastic came out of his mouth. Here, as familiar people know, the owner, Alvin, hates swearing, especially when there are children.