Extreme Demon Little Farmer

In a very common fast food restaurant on the street of New York City, old Kevin in a black suit holds his cheek in one hand and holds the menu in the other hand. He looks up and down from left to right. The waiter waited behind the counter for a long time, beating the book with his pen and urging him to order in a speechless way.

James grabbed the menu from old Kevin. "Enough, my partner is looking at the ten minute menu every time, asking for the daily soup three times, and then ordering a strawberry pie." Then he said, "as for me, give me Kiwi pie. I've brought anti allergic drugs. I'll have a luxury today."

The waiter wrote down what they ordered and then faced Ling Feiyu, "how about you, Jack Cheng? Would you like to have Zuo Zongtang chicken?"

Ling Feiyu glanced at her. "Why don't you recommend fried chicken with kale and beetroot vegetable juice to James? Don't dare. How can you call me Jack Cheng and recommend Zuo Zongtang chicken to me? Please call him Martin Luther King He poked at James as he spoke.

The waitress's face has changed a few times. Now the white skin of the White Eagle country secretly discriminates against the black skin, but no one dares to show it openly, because the black people are more and more powerful.

At present, the population of baitouying has a black-and-white ratio of 50 to 50, and the number of black and white people is equal, so the white people will soon lose their status as the main race.

Besides, Heipi dares to make trouble. Ninety nine of them are rubbish in a hundred people. They always take out guns to kill the whole family.

There are a lot of Asian people living in the white headed eagle country, especially Chinese people. However, Chinese people are not noisy and ignored. They have successfully replaced black skin to become the bottom of the discrimination chain.

Ling Feiyu pointed to James and said that, in fact, he humiliated James, but Heipi couldn't get angry with him, because Ling Feiyu tied Heipi to the warship. He was forced to admit that "Jack Cheng" and "Zuo Zongtang chicken" were just as discriminative as fried chicken and kale.

If James doesn't admit it, fried chicken is not discrimination against black skin, but the so-called racial characteristics.

The waitress was flustered. She had seen black skin making trouble here, and white skin drinking madness, but she had never seen Chinese people picking on her.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just kidding. A lot of Chinese guests come here and order Zuo Zongtang chicken. And I like Jack to be an actor. He's great." If the waitress is in a hurry, she will find a way to make it up.

Ling Feiyu grinned, "you can pull it down. Zuo Zongtang chicken, sweet and sour fried chicken, is still cold. Chinese people don't like sweet and sour ribs. Our sweet and sour food is also salty and fresh. I don't believe that some Chinese people really like it. "

Then he added, "I mean the serious Chinese, the native Chinese stomach, not the second generation ABC here."

James hummed coldly, "Mr. Ling seems to be deliberately stirring up conflicts."

"I don't have it. Do you only allow you black skin to protest and riot, and we Chinese people to oppose discrimination? What's the point, Kevin? You're right Ling Feiyu said with a smile.

Old Kevin didn't dare to talk. He was as serious as the waitress. In those days, white skin invaded this continent, killing the indigenous people and brown people. Now it's not easy to find a decent indigenous people.

The real Aborigines were slaughtered by the white skin, and their descendants, enjoying the fruits of victory brought by the massacre, naturally have to bear the sins of their ancestors. Now the black skin takes up a large proportion of the total population, which is like retribution in the dark.

Old Kevin coughed, "Mr. Ling, have a quick meal."

"OK, I'll order. I'll have a well done steak. I have good teeth, so I'll fry it a little older. I like the burnt flavor." Ling Feiyu, like hitting people in the face, ordered a well cooked steak at the fast food restaurant.

If it was because of the argument of the waiter before, then he is now deliberately retaliating!

Generally speaking, even if it's a high-end western restaurant, no one will order well cooked steak. It's not a matter of rules. There are no rules in this respect. It's the same to cook well and medium. It's just personal eating habits.

But cooked is a test of the chef's basic skills, it's easy to make the taste of steak worse because of the loss of gravy. So medium rare is the most convenient, steak is originally a simple meal.

Chefs are very reluctant to take orders that are fully cooked. If they are careless, they may smash the signboard.

High end restaurants don't want to pick it up, and fast food restaurants don't want to, but fast food restaurants don't care. When the chef sees that he wants the steak well done, he just takes it out of the barrel and pats it on the iron plate.

When it was sent to Ling Feiyu, it was full of burnt flavor

Old Kevin and James are stunned, they will not eat such a steak, because it does not conform to their eating habits. While Chinese people are used to it, there are many pretenders who accuse it of being wrong.

Ling Feiyu doesn't care about these. It's not the improved Kobe cattle raised in Taohuayuan. He has an eye for the rest of the beef. When it's cooked, he doesn't want to taste any flavor.

Three people in front of the counter into a row, silent to eat for a while.

Ling Feiyu ate up that big piece of fried steak, and the other two guys only ate half of the fruit pie. The sweet food of baitouying country is a word, sweet! Another word, my throat hurts!

In any case, few people who grew up in China can get used to the sweet food of baitouying country, which is like NIMA's sugar without money. That's why there are so many huge fat people in baitouying country.

Old Kevin was eating and drinking lemon black tea to relieve his boredom. In fact, black tea was sweet, but by comparison, it was much better than strawberry pie.

"Mr. Ling, where did the ancient map you mentioned before come from?" Asked old Kevin, swallowing his strawberry pie and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Where King Solomon once ruled." Ling Feiyu said lightly.

Old Kevin's eyebrows trembled twice, the spoon in the strawberry pie pulled out again, gently put it aside and sat in silence. James found out about his partner. He whispered, "Hey, Kay, is it another file beyond my jurisdiction?"

"No, it's not recorded in the MIB file. If it's recorded, you'll lose access." Old Kevin sighed. "If these things come out, they will set off a new round of religious Jihad, not from the perspective of MIB, but just from my own point of view. I can't help you. What's more, you can't find it, you can't get in it, you can't open it. "

James is black faced and muddled. He has no idea what the situation is. For King Solomon, he only knows about it.

Neither of them believed in religion, and King Solomon