Bauf put down his pen, turned around and looked over: "Yes, father, I went to pick up the plane. However, Ding refused to come to our Smith Manor as a guest."

"My child, please don't blame me.

I have one foot in the grave, I am not worried about myself, I am worried that if the family gets too close to Ding Yunfeng, it will affect the future of your two brothers.

Especially you, Buff.

You are from a special department, so you should know how to avoid suspicion..."

Old Smith walked into the room, pulled a wicker chair and sat down, and waved his cane excitedly to explain.

Bauf patiently listened to the old father's self-justification, until the other party said that he was tired and struggling to get up with a cane, then he strode forward and stretched out his hand to support the other party.

"I know, I understand.

Father, you are the helm of the Smith family, from your standpoint, your actions are absolutely right..."

After sending the old father back to the bedroom to lie down, Bauf carefully closed the door for him, and before leaving, he also told the night watchman.Some spices to help sleep.

Back and forth, it took half an hour. Bauf took a sip of the cold coffee, then picked up the pen and continued the unfinished work.

If there was someone standing behind Bauf at this time, he would be able to see that the material written by this guy with a very happy hairline was actually related to Ding Yunfeng.

After spending a full hour, Bauf finally sorted out the whole process of his contact with Ding Yunfeng at the London airport in detail, and he also added a lot of his own speculations and judgments.

Friendship is real, and work is not fake.

Just as old Smith knew that the Smith family must keep a proper distance from Ding Yunfeng, and Bauf, who works in a special department, knew even more that the higher ups intended to pass Ding Yunfeng's bridge to show favor to Huaguo, who defeated Annan.

Even, the boss gave him a task.

If there is an opportunity, try to use Ding Yunfeng to promote the joint cultural festival between the two countries and promote unofficial friendly exchanges.

Suffocating the rest of the coffee in one gulp, Bow carried the report and checked it against the desk lamp several times.

After deliberating for a long time, he picked up the pen again, crossed out a few paragraphs that were not beneficial to Ding Yunfeng, and then added some words that highlighted the role played by the Smith family...

After several drafts, Bauf finally found a balance between the two.

Smiling and pulling out a mechanical typewriter, Boff clicked and drove out the report that had to be handed in in the morning before dawn.

Waving a pen, signing and stamping.

After receiving the report, Bauf got up and yawned, just in time to hear the manor servant knocking on the door to wake him up and say hello.

"Please tell my father that I'm in a hurry and I'll have breakfast outside, so please don't wait for me." Bauf said to the outside while washing up.

The servant bowed and retreated slowly: "As you wish, Master Bow."

……

Guanjia Restaurant, Chinatown, London.

Bauf parked the car, pushed the door open, and greeted the owner and chef skillfully: "Good morning! Close, it's still the same.

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, plus a cage of small buns. "

"It's called Xiaolongbao, not Xiaobaozi." Guan Yuming came out wearing an apron. He had just left the battlefield, and even when facing customers, he still kept a serious attitude.

Bow shrugged, and took out the knife and fork from the briefcase: "Okay, Xiaolongbao. I have suggested to you many times, if you want to open a restaurant in London, even if you open it in Chinatown, you must prepare some knives Damn, you can’t just do Chinese business, can you?”

Pointing to the bamboo chopsticks in the chopstick bucket, Bauf made a suggestion for the nth time.

Guan Yuming squeezed out a smile: "Okay, after closing today, I will go buy knives and forks."

Knowing that Guan Yuming must have forgotten it later, Bauf is also used to it. He went to the newspaper shelf, took down a newspaper and returned to his seat, buried himself in the pages, and waited to enjoy the delicious Huaguo breakfast.

Last month, in a nearby park, Bauf ran into Guan Yuming, who came to London to make a living after retiring from the army.

It's also a coincidence, the bond between these two people is actually related to the fried peanuts sent by Ding Yunfeng.

I accidentally learned that Guan Yuming also knows how to cook these roasted seeds and nuts, and he is also a good Chinese chef.

In order to satisfy his hunger, Bauf paid for him to come to Chinatown and open this Chinese restaurant.

Because it has just opened, and Guan Yuming suffers from mild post-war syndrome, he is taciturn and never goes out to solicit business;
Therefore, the business of Guan's restaurant is relatively deserted. Except for the fellow villagers who live in Chinatown, only Bao Fu, the gold master who is impressed by his cooking skills, comes to eat from time to time.

"Mr. Bauf, your dishes are all ready." Guan Yuming put down the plate. He was about to go back to the kitchen when he turned around and was stopped by Bauf.

"Guan, I heard from Old Chen, who sells medicine next door, that you plan to apply and bring your wife and children from your hometown?"

"Yes, I don't worry about keeping them in my hometown." Speaking of his wife and children, Guan Yuming's expression became more vivid. He pulled out a chair and sat opposite Bow: "Thanks to Mr. With a place to stay and make a living.

I want to strive to bring them here to live in these two years. "

"Well, you should apply for it yourself first. If you keep getting rejected, I'll help you out." Bow said vaguely while eating breakfast.

Guan Yuming's eyes lit up, he wiped his hands and stood up: "Thank you, Mr. Bauf."

"You're welcome, your cooking skills have won my respect." Bauf ate with his head buried.

Guan Yuming was dumbfounded and didn't know what else to say. He nodded at Bao Fu, turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

Looking at Guan Yuming who was busy in the kitchen, Bao Fu sighed softly. He naturally knew that the other party's identity was unusual.

Reluctantly, Ding Yunfeng came to Scotland Yard for training back then, and used Huaguo delicacies to make his mouth tricky.

Some time ago, Old Smith was taken to question by relevant departments, and even Smith Manor was searched once.

On that day, all of Boff's remaining stocks were confiscated, except for the handful of peanuts he carried with him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen Guan Yuming roasting chestnuts in the park, so he would have helped him get his ID and opened this Chinese restaurant in Chinatown.

Withdrawing his probing gaze, Bauf continued to eat the delicious breakfast, just as he was about to get up after eating.

At the door of the hotel, a familiar voice came in.

"Guan's restaurant. It specializes in Cantonese cuisine... Hey, why don't we go in and try this restaurant?"

"Whatever, anyway, I don't want to eat British food, and I don't want to eat nun noodles. Hey, why didn't I think about it at the beginning, and I have to arrange a cook for the station?" Gan Lianghong rubbed his stomach, pushed the door and walked in.

Qingqing embraced Ding Yunfeng's arms with both hands, and when she entered the door, she found Bao Fu who was looking over here: "Brother Feng, look, didn't that person pick you up at the London airport yesterday?"

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