"Are you still the same?" asked Brontë with a smile.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten that it's been a few years since I left the United States. Ding Haijian said with a smile.

Brontë patted his chest, "If there is something wrong tonight, you can come to me for a year to eat and drink for nothing." ”

Brontë always remembered the preferences of regular customers very well. His eyes fell on Jiang Xiaobai's body, and before he could ask, Ding Haijian had already introduced him.

"Brontë, my friend, this is my master, don't look at my master's young age, he is a man of great ability. ”

Brontë knew that Ding Haijian loved to worship his master, and when he was in the United States, Ding Haijian worshipped many masters. Those Master Brontë also knew something, all of them were very powerful figures, and they were all very famous in the United States. However, he couldn't see what Jiang Xiaobai was capable of.

"Ding, what kind of skills does your little master know? Does he also know martial arts?" Brontë saw that Jiang Xiaobai was thin and weak, not like a martial arts practitioner.

Ding Haijian said with a smile: "My master's skills are much more powerful than martial arts. ”

"Oh, can you please show your master, if it opens my eyes, I won't take a penny tonight. ”

Brontë had a habit of not withholding payment for a meal, no matter how familiar he was. But if a stranger has something to admire, he is likely to be very generous.

So, in the eyes of many regulars, Brontë was a lovely miser, but in the eyes of many of the living, Brontë was a cold but generous person. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true.

"Can you give me a glass of ice water?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at Ding Haijian and asked Ding Haijian to translate.

Ding Haijian shook his head and said, "Master, there is no need for translation, Brontë knows Chinese." ”

Brontë said in Chinese: "Ding, since you left, I haven't spoken Chinese for a long time. Thank God, seeing you today, the Chinese you once taught me seems to have all returned, and I haven't forgotten it. ”

Brontë speaks Chinese quite well, and Ding Haijian used to be his Chinese teacher, often coming here to eat, and teaching him to speak Chinese every time he comes.

He brought Jiang Xiaobai a glass of ice water, thinking to himself that he didn't know what tricks this kid could play with a glass of ice water.

"Please watch!"

Jiang Xiaobai held the cup of ice water in his palm, and the ice cubes in the original cup all melted in that instant, and the ice water in the cup was still steaming.

Brontë reached for the cup, and as soon as his fingertips touched it, he suddenly retracted.

"It's hot!"

Brontë hurriedly blew his fingers.

"How did you do that? It's incredible!"

Brontë, whose mother tongue is not Chinese, is indeed a little inconvenient to speak Chinese, so as soon as he was excited, he forgot that Jiang Xiaobai was Chinese, and his mouth jumped out of English.

Ding Haijian translated it.

Jiang Xiaobai said: "What is this?" ”

Before the words fell, the steaming quilt was completely frozen. He handed the frozen cup to Brontë's hand, who was already stunned.

"May I ask the boss, can I have a big meal for free tonight?" Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Yes, of course. "Brontë has really met a master, and the mysterious power of the East makes him yearn for it.

"It turns out that all this is true! I saw the Chinese Internet on the Internet, and I was fascinated by it, and the world described in it is really amazing, and the characters in it are very powerful. I thought it was all fiction, but I didn't expect the abilities described today to become reality!"

Brontë was extremely excited, and he simply worshipped Jiang Xiaobai as a god.

"It's just a little trick. Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile: "But what I didn't expect is that China's Internet is actually loved by you Americans, I only know that China's Internet is very popular with Chinese young people." ”

Brontë said: "There are many Americans who watch the Chinese Internet, and the magical world of Xianxia deeply attracts us. ”

Ding Haijian said: "Brontë, you better hurry up and arrange something for us to eat, my master and I are hungry." ”

Brontë arranged a table for their master and apprentice, and then went to the back kitchen.

"Aren't we waiting for that friend of yours?"

I came to see Ding Haijian's friend of the blood clan tonight, and Jiang Xiaobai thought to himself that he should wait until that person arrived to eat.

Ding Haijian said: "We eat what we eat, and he doesn't eat what we eat." ”

Not long after, Bronte brought up the delicacies and put them in front of Jiang Xiaobai.

"Haha, Brontë, you have no mistake about the dishes I like to eat. To tell you the truth, I have missed your Western food since I returned to China. I've got a couple of chefs out there, but they can't get the taste of you. ”

Ding Haijian praised Bronte's cooking skills.

Brontë said proudly: "So my restaurant has not closed down in such a remote place for so many years, as long as I come, I can keep customers, this is my ability." ”

While Brontë was talking, another man entered the dining-room, and he went to greet his guests.

"Master, try it, although the environment of this restaurant is average, the taste is absolutely superb. ”

Ding Haijian's identity is so respectful of such a restaurant, so this restaurant must have its own merits.

Jiang Xiaobai tasted it, but unfortunately he was not used to eating Western food, so he couldn't taste good or bad. However, out of respect for Brontë, he still ate a lot.

After they had finished eating, Ding Haijian's friend arrived. This is a young boy with a backpack and headphones, a skateboard on his feet, tall, thick hair, and a fair face, looking sunny and handsome.

"Jerry, you're finally here. ”

Ding Haijian stood up and shook hands with the big boy.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. Have you eaten well? Then we can go. Jerry said.

Ding Haijian went to settle the bill, but Brontë didn't accept it, and said to him: "In the future, bring your master to me for dinner, as long as he comes, I won't take your money every time." ”

Ding Haijian was not polite to him, he knew Brontë's personality. The three of them left, and Brontë personally escorted them out.

"You guys drive, I have skateboards. ”

Jerry threw the skateboard to the ground, jumped on it, and sped away.

Jiang Xiaobai and Ding Haijian got into the car, and Ding Haijian drove behind Jerry.