A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 218 Little Chinatown
Sean can still see the current situation clearly. Although it is embarrassing to be pointed at a gun by a group of children, the gun can kill no matter who has it.

"Okay, let's leave now, any questions?"

While shaking his fingers, Richard paced back and forth with his head bowed. He said:
"Mr. Bronte has some enemies, but gentlemen, it seems you are not here?"

"We are not his enemies," Kieran said.

Hearing this answer, Richard stopped pacing. He spread his hands and asked with a look of incomprehension:

"In that case, why do you disrespect him so much? You are not even willing to call him Mr. Brontë?"

"Well, Mr. Brontë, are you satisfied?"

There is no other way. At this point, Sean has completely admitted his defeat.

"Very good." Richard sat back on the chair, put one foot up on the table, and said with a smile:

"I just said, how could Mr. Bronte have an enemy like you? Come on, please sit down. If you want, you can get your wallet back, but the money in it will definitely be gone."

Looking at the guns around them that were still not lowered, Kieran and Sean looked at each other and sat down at the table helplessly.

"Listen, Mr. Bronte, he is a respectable man. He owns the most luxurious mansion here, and I am proud to work for him. He has at least fifty men who work for him. So, I think this matter ends here, right?”

"Yes." Sean said humiliated.

"Very good, very good. I see that you are not just tourists. Listen up, you despicable northern country bumpkins. Take this as a kind warning. Remember it clearly. Don't go to Mr. Bronte's territory." If you get into trouble, you can get out now."

Looking at the lowered muzzles around them, the two finally left here without saying a word.

……

"I swear to God, Arthur, I've never been wronged like this in my life!" Sean had drunk too much during Kieran's narration, and he said angrily at this time:

"Damn Angelo Bronte! And these damn little bastards!"

At this time, Arthur's expression was not very good. Although this matter was to a certain extent, Kieran and Sean were let go, but no one else would be able to swallow this sigh of relief. Teach a lesson at gunpoint?

Even Kieran took a sip of the wine in the glass and said:
"Hey, it's really shameless."

At this time, Hosea spoke up and advised:
"Okay, okay, didn't I already say that today's wine is my treat, don't think about it."

No wonder I saw them drinking here as soon as I came back. However, what a grand scene this Angelo Bronte had?Even a boy scout dares to be so arrogant. Thinking of this, Arthur promised with a serious face:
"Don't worry, in a few days, I will bring you back to this place. Alright, let's all drink less. I wanted to bring you to dinner. I just passed by a Chinatown, and there happened to be a Looks like a nice restaurant…”

Before Arthur finished speaking, Sean stood up from his seat, then looked at Arthur who was still sitting on the seat and looked at him with doubts, and said:

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

"..."

In this way, several people left the hotel and followed Arthur to the little Chinatown he mentioned.

Under the leadership of Arthur, everyone came to a restaurant with two red lights hanging at the door on the roadside in Chinatown. Looking at the sign, Hosea frowned and asked:

"JADE DRAGON CHINESE RESTAURANT? (JADE DRAGON CHINESE RESTAURANT) What is this name?"

"It's Garder, Garderon." Arthur replied with a smile.

"Okay, I hope you can understand it when I order food later. To be honest, I really haven't eaten Chinese food." Hearing Hosea say that he had never eaten Chinese food, Arthur finally found a dish he didn't have this time. After eating, he happily led people inside and found a table to sit down.

Soon, a man with braids came to Arthur's table with a smile and asked:
"Hello, what do you want to eat?"

After a few fluent daily expressions, the man handed Arthur a handwritten menu. He only said the word "menu" and then waited aside with a smile and stopped talking.

At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron at the door of the kitchen shouted to the man with a worried look:
"Lao Keng, are you okay? I'll go upstairs and call you for your son's arrival."

Regarding this strange language, Hosea, Sean, and Kieran looked at each other, and no one knew what it meant.

"Hosea, you know a lot. You shouldn't be talking to us, right?" Sean asked, covering his mouth.

Hosea couldn't understand either. He could only frown and guess:
"They definitely didn't tell us. None of us look like Chinese..."

"..."

Arthur, who was looking at the menu, ignored the conversation between Hosea and Sean. While looking at the names of the dishes on the menu, he listened to the two people's increasingly outrageous guesses.

To be honest, their guesses about what the boss said were really funny.

At this time, the man standing next to Arthur, seeing that Arthur couldn't order food for a long time, began to feel a little worried in his heart. After all, most of the guests who come to the restaurant are Chinese, and there is no one who comes alone. I’m a foreigner, so there are translations on the menu, but it’s probably confusing.

Thinking of this, when the boss was about to introduce the menu to Arthur in his not very proficient English, Arthur directly opened his mouth to order. When Arthur opened his mouth, the boss was stunned. Why?

Just listen to Arthur say in very standard Cantonese:

"Let's have a General Tso's chicken, a colorful beef tenderloin, and a fried sweetbreads... um."

Halfway through, Arthur seamlessly switched back to English and asked Hosea and the others who were also looking at him dumbfounded:
"Do you eat offal?"

"..."

"..."

In the end, it was Kieran who reacted first. He nodded and said:
"Anything is fine, just not the Pearson pickled offal kind."

"Okay, um, boss, put more aniseed in the chop suey, and what is this Cantonese soup?"

Faced with the Cantonese that was constantly uttered from the mouth of Arthur, who had a foreign face, the boss, as a Cantonese, could completely understand and speak, and unexpectedly felt a strange kindness. He opened his mouth, and then Then he said in Cantonese:

"Oh my God, sir? You actually speak Cantonese?"

"Ah, I know a little bit, I know a little bit, so what is Guangfu soup?"

After finally getting used to a foreigner speaking Cantonese, the boss said with a bright smile:
"Guest, this Guangfu soup is the general name of all the old fire soups in our place."

Hearing what the boss said, Arthur finally realized that it was health-preserving soup. However, in his memory, the delicious soups in Guangdong seemed to be really delicious, so Arthur waved his hand and said:
"Okay, I got it, four servings. It's a nourishing soup, so it's stewed or something? Pigeon? Old duck? Or ginseng soup? Pork belly?"

This time the boss was really convinced by Arthur. If anyone told him now that the foreigner in front of him had not lived in Guangdong for several years, he would never believe it. He gave a thumbs up, and his tone became more friendly, and said :
"Okay, okay, is there anything else you want to eat? It's okay if it's not on the menu. My wife's cooking is very good. If you go to other places, you won't be able to get this bite."

After making sure that Arthur had nothing else to eat, he still asked his wife to cook another specialty dish. How can I put this feeling? It was more like a sense of national pride after seeing foreigners speaking Cantonese. ?And then I always want to come up with something good and show it off, well, it’s hard to describe.

To sum it up simply, it would be hospitality.

(End of this chapter)