mtl008 Chapter 2958 Leisure Time (28)
Chapter 2958 Leisure Time (28)
Chapter 2958 Leisure Time (Twenty-eight)
Tim is indeed information sensitive.
After learning from Jason that the chef of the farm party was a famous Cantonese chef, he went to check the location of the psychological clinic where Schiller originally worked.
In fact, there is no need to look up the specific location. After all, Schiller mentioned Hell's Kitchen before. This should be a general term for a certain area. You can find out where Hell's Kitchen in Brooklyn is on the Internet.
After locking down the location of Hell's Kitchen, Tim discovered that although this area could be called a slum, it was actually just a mess. Because of the existence of Kingpin, the consumption level here was not low and there were many famous restaurants.
Among them, there is a Chinese restaurant which is very popular among gourmets. Many well-known gourmets have tasted its food. This is also an industry under Jin Bing and even his most profitable restaurant. It is rumored that the chef in charge was hired from Hong Kong by Jin Bing at a high price.
This restaurant is located on the southeast side of Hell's Kitchen. Although we don't know where the psychological clinic is exactly located, the entire Hell's Kitchen is not big and can be driven around in just over ten minutes. No matter where Schiller lived originally, this must be the restaurant closest to him.
Tim looked at the Google reviews of this restaurant and found that the reviews had taken a sharp turn for the worse two years ago. Many of the traditional Chinese translations said that the chef had definitely been replaced and many dishes were not authentic.
It is impossible for such a famous chef to be unemployed. It is more likely that he has changed jobs. So is it possible that he no longer works in the restaurant and goes out on his own?
Tim thought it was likely.
If Schiller was also a fan of this chef, then he had not been able to eat delicious food for a long time since he moved to Arkham Sanatorium. When he occasionally returned to Hell's Kitchen, he found that his favorite chef had quit his job. He must have sighed and beat his chest.
So no matter whether the chef was hired for this farm party or not, Schiller would definitely not miss the banquet of such a famous Cantonese chef. This is probably why Natasha said he would definitely go.
Tim actually couldn't understand this behavior at all. It was just a dish, wasn't it? How delicious could it be? Eating is for living. If he could survive on nutritional injections, Tim wouldn't mind giving himself a couple of injections.
They drove to Schiller's rented residence. This time it was not so far away from the city. It was on the way to Love Farm. This place could barely be called a suburb of Los Angeles. Schiller rented a small villa in a wealthy area.
As soon as he entered the villa area, Tim felt something was different. The villas here didn't seem to be the kind commonly seen in the United States. Schiller explained: "This is a Japanese-style villa. The main difference from American villas is that they use a lot of wooden structures. Whether it is the floor, walls or furniture of the house, they are all made of solid wood."
Pamela looked around and found that it was true. The walls of all the houses in the community were made of wood. The houses were relatively low and had large eaves. There were cherry blossom-decorated door curtains hanging above the gates. The greenery in the community also included some oriental trees that were not very common here, as well as some small stone pavilions and lanterns. It really looked like a scene from a Japanese movie.
"Aren't you of Chinese descent? I heard that Chinese people hate the Japanese the most," said Tim.
Then he actually heard Schiller laugh, and this laugh was a bit like the laugh one makes in a dream about winning the lottery.
Schiller coughed twice and said, "You are being stereotyped and prejudiced, and this is an old-fashioned idea from the last era. Chinese people today believe that Japanese culture still has many merits."
Tim was half-believing and half-doubting. He was not the kind of fool who accepted a happy education. He was well-versed in the history of countries around the world. It was impossible for a Chinese person to...
He just opened the short video app, and the app seemed to have heard what he said. The first video that popped up was about mourning, deep condolences, rational analysis, and active protection...
When I clicked on it, I found a bunch of simplified Chinese responses.
Tim seemed to understand something suddenly. He took out Google to search for a while, and then he finally understood the main reason why the simplified Chinese Internet has such an attitude. It can be summed up in four words - "The dead are greatest."
Tim looked it up again. What on earth is this "New Xanadu Kingdom"? Did this country exist in history?
While Tim was looking up information, the car had arrived and stopped at the gate of a courtyard. As soon as Schiller got out of the car, Matt came over and gave him a hug.
Matt turned around and opened the door curtain. Steve was leaning against the pillar in the courtyard with his arms folded, and Jason was fiddling with the charcoal fire beside him.
"Why are you here?" Schiller asked.
"I invited them." Matt smiled and said, "I got a lot of good stuff this time, so how can I not have beer?"
Tim also got out of the car and after walking in, he found that the courtyard was a different world.
Unlike American villas that like to have lawns, the yard of this villa is paved with stone slabs. There is only a small decorative lawn on the left side, and a pavilion on the right side with a dining table and barbecue grill. Going further inside, there is actually a hot spring pool.
"Are there hot springs in Los Angeles?" Pamela scratched her head.
Of course Tim knew that the west coast of the United States is located on the Pacific Rim geothermal zone and has abundant geothermal resources and hot springs. There are also many hot spring resorts near Los Angeles, but he had never heard of the Japanese hot spring villa area.
"This is a recent construction," Schiller said. "When you drive over here, the other building you see is a resort, and this is the residential area of the resort, which you can also think of as a private hot spring resort."
"This guy really knows how to enjoy himself." Matt shook his head and said, "I also rented a holiday home like this when I was in Thailand a long time ago, but it was not so spacious and the price was very expensive."
"You may live in a relic that has been left behind, but this is not. This is newly built."
Schiller laughed again. Steve shook his head and said, "I've been to the hot springs in San Francisco before. It was pretty good. I heard that you can go to the mineral springs in the valley in the summer. I think that would be more interesting."
Tim and Pamela brought in the groceries. Pamela went to pick and wash the vegetables. Tim followed Steve and asked, "What's going on in Japan?"
"It was a mistake in the use of a powerful weapon in modern war history." Steve was obviously reluctant to talk about it. He said, "But even for me, it's hard to mention the word innocent. You'd better not ask any more questions."
Tim had no choice but to accept this fact, but since it happened around World War II, there was no point in him worrying about the truth.
Following Steve over, they found that many plates had been placed on the dining table. On them were fresh sashimi, including bluefin tuna, Faroe Island salmon, mikan sea bream, sea urchin, oysters, ark shells, orchid clams, as well as sturgeon roe and lobster. They could smell a rich, sweet aroma even from such a distance.
Tim swallowed.
In fact, he really likes to eat seafood, mainly all kinds of shrimps and crabs. However, the European and American way of processing shrimps and crabs is generally to bake them, that is, all kinds of seafood are drizzled with sauces such as cream and baked in the oven. But Tim doesn't like to eat greasy food and likes a refreshing taste. He occasionally goes to various Japanese food stores to satisfy his cravings.
The sashimi that Matt got were obviously good stuff. The bluefin tuna had a slightly reddish belly, distinct marbled patterns, and the fat glowed oily under the light. The salmon from the Faroe Islands in Denmark had a richer orange-red color than those from other places of origin, with wider white fat lines and softer meat.
As the name suggests, the mandarin orange sea bream has an aroma of mandarin oranges. The horse dung sea urchin is often called a hot kiss on the tip of the tongue, with a sweet scent that no other seafood has. The huge pearl oysters glow with a pearly luster. The sashimi of shellfish and mussels are like newly opened flowers, showing bright colors such as red, yellow, and orange.
Steve brought home-brewed beer. From the color of the beer, we can tell that the ingredients are solid and the taste is mellow.
In addition to these raw foods, there was also a barbecue grill that could be used for barbecue. Schiller also went to the kitchen to prepare hot dishes, which seemed to be stir-fried vegetables and grilled fish.
After working for a long time, it was almost dark and the dishes were finally served. In addition to sashimi, there were several Cantonese dishes, mainly fish and ribs, as well as stir-fried seasonal vegetables. Barbecue was the main type of meat, including the very classic American bell pepper beef skewers, charcoal grilled veal ribs, black pepper lamb ribs and so on.
A variety of dishes were placed on the table, and a few people poured beer. Without too many red tape, they just toasted and started eating on the spot.
Tim is not very interested in vegetables or meat, he mainly eats seafood, but he can't stand the taste of mustard, so he only eats sashimi with salt or soy sauce. Schiller and Matt eat it in the most traditional way, with coarsely ground wasabi sauce and soy sauce.
Steve and Jason are both very traditional Americans. At most, they would eat lobsters and oysters, and have no interest in sashimi. They ate the meat fiercely, finishing the meat on the beef ribs which were bigger than the palm in one bite.
Although Pamela is the spokesperson for plants, she is also ruthless when it comes to eating plants. Most of the stir-fried vegetables, vegetable salads and fruit salads are eaten by her. She prefers cold dishes to hot dishes, even though it is almost winter.
Of course, they also chatted while eating, but the topics were too broad. They were always talking about how the Earth was, the three major empires, and the various galaxies were. The three children from other universes basically had no chance to get a word in.
Tim originally wanted to get some information from their conversation, but the soy sauce was a bit salty for him, so he guzzled beer. He was not a street barbecue fighter like Jason, a macho man who could survive a drinking contest with the Joker to the end, so he became dizzy after just a few drinks.
By the end, everyone was a little drunk. Schiller, who was still sober, helped Tim back to the room. Steve, who had digested a lot of the alcohol, was responsible for Matt and Pamela. Jason was not actually that drunk, but he had some indigestion from eating too much meat, so he also went back to his room and collapsed.
Even when he lay down on the bed, Tim's mouth was still full of the sweet taste of seafood. He had to admit that it was nice to have this experience occasionally.
The next morning, Tim was awakened by the noise again. He stood up in a daze, looked downstairs through the window, and found that several people were gathered around the hot spring pool, figuring out how to drain the water.
Turning around, he saw that it was only 6 o'clock in the morning. How come the people in this universe have such healthy schedules? Tim threw himself back on the bed speechlessly, but was soon awakened by the smell of food.
He heard a familiar voice.
"Yes, its name is Qiuqiu. Rachel named it. It's only two months old. Isn't it cute?"
Tim sat up suddenly, damn, this is a moron!