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Chapter 98 Christmas Gift (35)

"Buzz~buzz~"

"Fuck... who is here so early..."

Lin Chuan reached out and fumbled around on the bedside table, grabbed his cell phone, took off his eye mask with his other hand, and glanced at the incoming call alert with sleepy eyes.

"Kevin Durant."

Lin Chuan answered the phone.
"Kevin, what's up? You're calling me so early in the morning."

"You are downstairs, come down and take a look."

Durant finished speaking and hung up the phone without waiting for Lin Chuan to respond.

Lin Chuan sat up, stretched violently, and opened the curtains.

When he saw the bright sunshine outside, he realized that it was not too early.

I glanced at the phone in my right hand and it was already half past ten.

Yesterday on Christmas Eve, Lin Chuan went out to a nightclub with Durant and Westbrook and partied for a long time before going home.

I didn't expect Durant to be in such good spirits today and come to see him early in the morning.

I don’t know what happened, but he didn’t stay in his big villa during his good time, but came to his small apartment building.

Lin Chuan changed his clothes and walked downstairs, where he saw Durant leaning against a red car and waving at him.

"Lin, here!"

"Whoosh!"

Durant threw something to Lin Chuan, who caught it. When he opened his palm, he found that it was a car key with a very conspicuous horse on it. Anyone who knew a little about cars could tell at a glance what it represented.

"This is?"

Looking at the keys and then at Durant, Lin Chuan was still a little confused. It had not been long since he got up and he had not yet fully woken up.

"This is a gift for you, a Ferrari 458. Come and try it."

Durant turned sideways to let the car behind him out of the way.

A bright red sports car appeared in front of Lin Chuan.

Durant was a man of swift and decisive actions. After he said he wanted to buy Lin Chuan a car as a Christmas gift, he immediately took action and drove the car to him on Christmas Day.

The dazed feeling he had when he woke up slowly disappeared, and Lin Chuan finally reacted, his eyes gradually widening as he stared at the car.

After rubbing it for a few times to make sure he was not mistaken, Lin Chuan took a few steps, walked faster and faster to the side of the car, touched it a few times,
“This is a Ferrari…”

Durant couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Chuan's expression.

"Okay, stop touching it. You can do whatever you want with your car in the future. Why don't you drive it out and try it first?"

Lin Chuan reluctantly put down his hand and shook his head.
"Forget it. We still have to play the Heat tonight. Let's talk about it after the game."

"Would you like to come up and sit?"

Hearing Lin Chuan invite him, Durant nodded.

"I've driven here for so long, and it's time for dinner soon, so I can eat at your house. I heard that your Chinese food is delicious, let me try your Chinese cooking skills."

"Okay."

The two went upstairs, and Lin Chuan immediately went into the kitchen, found six chicken legs and a bunch of peppers, and prepared to make a spicy chicken for Durant to open the eyes of this little foreigner.

Durant was stunned as he watched Lin Chuan skillfully cover the smoke alarm with a plastic bag.

"Shit, cooking is so troublesome for you Chinese people."

"Yeah, if it's triggered, I'll inevitably be educated and fined, and I don't have time to waste on them."

As he spoke, Lin Chuan picked up a large Chinese kitchen knife from his right hand.

Seeing such a big kitchen knife, Durant was shocked again, "Why are the knives you Chinese use for cooking so big!"

"You don't understand! A big kitchen knife is better for cutting and has more functions. A small Western-style chef's knife can only cut everything. If you want to chop a bone, you're afraid the knife will break."

After saying that, Lin Chuan chopped at the chicken leg with a knife.

Boom!
The kitchen knife came down hard on the chicken leg, splitting it in two.

The loud noise scared Durant, and he looked at Lin Chuan with some vigilance.

This time, Lin Chuan didn't just chop the chicken. Durant felt that he cut it in half wherever he cut.

blah blah blah!
After cutting the chicken, Lin Chuan put them into a bowl, added cooking wine, soy sauce and salt to marinate them. He then cut all the ingredients and started cooking.

Heat the pan and pour in oil.

When the oil is heated to a high enough temperature, put the marinated chicken thigh cubes in and start frying.

While the diced chicken legs were being fried, Lin Chuan placed a small pot on the stove next to him and fried a plate of vegetables.

As the vegetables were taken out of the pot, the diced chicken legs were also fried until golden brown. Lin Chuan took them out and placed them in a basin to drain the oil.

Then he left some oil in the pot and turned down the heat. Lin Chuan then added minced garlic and peppercorns into the pot and stir-fried them. After a while, he added dried chilies and began to stir-fry. After the spicy taste came out, he added the fried diced chicken legs and continued to stir-fry.

Wow! Wow!
Lin Chuan held the pot in his left hand and the spatula in his right hand flew up and down in the pot with a standard posture. It looked like a cooking show.

The fragrance drifted into Durant's nose, and he couldn't help but sniff it twice. The spicy taste combined with the aroma of the chicken thighs made him drool.

But the oil smoke that followed couldn't wait to get into his nasal cavity, choking him and making him cough again.

"Ahem! Shit, why is there so much smoke when you guys cook? I'm choking!"

"That's how it smells! You ignorant American."

As he spoke, Lin Chuan had already prepared the spicy chicken. He sprinkled some sugar and sesame seeds on it, flipped it over, and served it on a plate. He took off his apron and brought the spicy chicken and the stir-fried vegetables to the table.

"The staple food is rice."

Lin Chuan turned around to serve the rice. Seeing the red peppers covering the entire plate of spicy chicken, Durant couldn't help but move his chopsticks first.
He picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. The spicy original was so strong that Durant couldn't stop his nose from running.

"so spicy!"

Seeing Lin Chuan coming over with rice, Durant quickly took a bowl and put it into his mouth a few times as if he had seen a savior.

But suddenly his movements stopped, and then his whole face quickly turned red.

After glancing at the dining table, Durant immediately put down his bowl, grabbed the water glass beside him and drank it all in one gulp, only then did he calm down.

Then he signaled to Lin Chuan to pour him another glass of water, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"The rice is too hot. The spicy chicken is spicy to begin with, and it's even spicier when eaten with the freshly served rice."

Durant took a deep breath, still feeling a lingering fear. He looked at the rice and spicy chicken with a lot more caution.

Seeing Lin Chuan burst into laughter.

"Look, you're in a hurry again. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!"

Lin Chuan slowly picked up a piece of meat and ate it with rice.

"Tofu? What tofu? Did you make tofu today?"

Durant wondered, digging through the spicy chicken with his chopsticks to find the tofu.

Lin Chuan was a little speechless. How could there be tofu in spicy chicken? He started to explain.

"It's a Chinese proverb, which means don't be impatient and take your time."

Durant suddenly realized and learned to eat slowly like Lin Chuan, and finally he enjoyed the delicious Chinese cuisine.

(End of this chapter)