MTL - Best of Hollywood-Chapter 15 little taylor
Although Mr. Zhou's restaurant is an authentic Chinese restaurant, Rui En was a little disappointed in the decoration style inside. It didn't have any oriental characteristics, and the style was very modern.
"I don't know if the taste is authentic or not."
Ryan muttered softly, and followed Helen under the guidance of the waiter, and chose a very quiet place to sit down.
The only thing that satisfied him was that at least the waiter in front of him was a Chinese, probably a work-study college student.
Looking at the English menu handed over by the waiter, Ryan frowned slightly. There were some specious names on the menu, which made him look confused.
"Do you have a Chinese menu?"
Ryan gestured at the English menu in his hand, and asked in pure Mandarin under the surprised gaze of the waiter.
mandarin!
The waiter was obviously taken aback. The person in front of him was obviously a pure American, and he could speak Mandarin fluently.
"Okay sir, please wait a moment." The waiter came back to his senses, and immediately turned to get the Chinese menu.
Helen on the opposite side looked at Ryan in surprise and asked, "You can speak Chinese!"
"My mother has one-half Chinese descent, so I have been more fond of oriental culture since I was a child." Ryan said truthfully.
His mother really has one-half of Chinese blood.
Helen showed such an expression, no wonder she came to a Chinese restaurant to celebrate.
Not long after, the waiter came over with a Chinese menu.
After receiving the Chinese menu, Ryan simply flipped through it, and found that most of the dishes on it were sweet, which may be to suit the local diners.
"Can I cook Sichuan cuisine!"
"OK."
The waiter glanced at Helen next to him, and there was a strange look in his eyes. He secretly thought that this ghost asked if he would cook Sichuan cuisine. Maybe he wanted to embarrass this beautiful lady!
Not to mention in the United States, there are many people in China who cannot eat Sichuan cuisine.
"That's good."
Ryan ignored the waiter's gaze and directly reported the names of the dishes.
"Boiled Pork Slices, Husband and Wife's Lung Slices, Mapo Tofu, Pickled Chicken Feet, Dengying Beef, Spicy Crab, and Spicy Chicken."
After finishing speaking in one breath, he remembered that he didn't ask Helen if she could eat spicy food, so he asked for her opinion.
"Helen, can you eat chili!"
Facing Ryan's question, Helen raised her pretty eyebrows and asked, can I eat chili?
What's the meaning!
"You can eat some."
After asking Helen's opinion, Ryan nodded in satisfaction and said, "I want authentic Chinese food, not improved ones."
"Remember to put more chili peppers, and red oil can't be less. It's best to put more chili peppers."
The waiter wrote down Ryan's request, feeling speechless for a while, and put more spicy peppers, even the millet peppers knew it, it was a hell, and he was not afraid of being spicy to death.
Pity the beautiful woman who came with him, she must be full of anger for a while.
The dishes were served very quickly, and after a while, a large table was full of Sichuan dishes, and before eating, there was a spicy smell rushing towards us.
"It's definitely authentic Chinese food if you try it."
Ryan blinked, and specially picked out dishes with a lot of chili and red oil, and used the public tableware to hold a big plate full for Helen.
Seeing this, Helen looked calm, gracefully picked up a piece of red boiled boiled meat, put it in her mouth and started to chew, her face remained unchanged.
"The taste is okay."
Ryan looked puzzled, but the taste was okay, but it wasn't spicy at all!
The next moment, he picked up a slice of boiled meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a few times. It really tasted good.
But he suddenly paused, his whole face turned red like a monkey's butt.
"Water, water, water!"
He picked up a glass of water and poured it into his mouth, but the spicy taste in his mouth still made him frown.
On the other hand, Helen on the opposite side had already started to eat in small mouthfuls again, her expression was as usual.
"This is what you just said, can you eat some?"
Ryan put down his water glass and glared at her fiercely.
"I forgot to tell you, my mother grew up in Mexico, so when I was young, she would often cook some Mexican food." Helen showed a rare smile.
When I was young, there were often Mexican-style dishes on the dining table, some of which were very spicy.
So for her, these Chinese foods are very spicy right now, but they are not unacceptable.
On the contrary, it was the numb feeling that made her a little uncomfortable.
Mexico food!
Ryan suddenly smiled wryly, whether this is self-inflicted.
Damn Mexican food.
Fortunately, apart from the boiled pork slices, the spiciness of other dishes was acceptable, which whetted his appetite. It could even be said that it was the best meal he had eaten in a while.
Just as the two were about to pay the bill and leave, there was a sudden sound from the direction of the door.
"Helen!"
Following the direction of the voice, a man and a woman came, and the woman held a four or five-year-old girl in her arms, who looked like a large doll.
"Mr. Swift!"
"When did you come to Los Angeles!" Helen looked a little surprised, immediately got up and left her seat, and started talking with the man who came over.
"I just arrived yesterday, so Taylor has to fight for Chinese food." Swift pointed at the little girl in the woman's arms, showing a hint of helplessness.
"Hello, Mrs. Andrea, is this little Taylor!" Helen looked at the little girl in her arms, showing a trace of curiosity.
"Hello, Miss Helen, my father mentioned you and said that you are very beautiful." The little girl named Taylor, seeing that Helen was not unfamiliar at all, said in a childlike voice.
"You are beautiful too." Helen smiled, obviously very happy.
"Okay, Taylor, say goodbye to Miss Helen, didn't you say you want to eat Chinese food!" Swift glanced at his wife with an indescribably embarrassed look.
In front of his wife, it is still very embarrassing to praise another woman for being beautiful, even if he didn't say it himself.
"Goodbye Miss Helen." Little Taylor waved his hand and said goodbye to Helen.
Seeing the very interesting family of three leaving, Ryan's eyes showed a hint of thought, and he asked tentatively, "Who is this Mr. Swift!"
Helen sat down again and said, "Mr. Swift works for Merrill Lynch and is also my mother's stock manager."
"However, Mr. Swift and his family live on an 11-acre farm in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania on weekdays, and rarely come to Los Angeles."
Mr Swift!
Little Taylor!
An 11 acre farm in Montgomery County, PA!
The little girl who looked like a doll was stumped just now, she was the famous Taylor Swift in her previous life!
"Can you give me Mr. Swift's contact information. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Ryan happened to be short of a stock manager.
"Can."
Helen wrote down the contact information on a napkin and handed it to him, saying: "Mr. Swift is a very competent stock manager. You can completely listen to his advice on investment matters."
"It's a pity that his daughter is too young, otherwise he would have moved to Los Angeles or New York."
Ryan was even more certain that the little girl who looked like a doll just now was the famous Taylor Swift in her previous life.
"A farm is a better place for childhood than Los Angeles or New York."
"From this point of view, Mr. and Mrs. Swift are definitely qualified parents."
Speaking of Taylor Swift, she is simply a legend. It can be said that she is one of the most famous female singers in the world in the 20th century and a representative figure of American country music.
However, the most important figures in Taylor Swift's life are the Swift couple.
In 2001, after watching a video of country singer Faith Hill, Swift begged her mother to go to Nashville, Tennessee's country folk town, to pursue her musical dreams.
If I were any parent, I am afraid they would not agree to such a request.
But Swift's mother agreed to the matter, and quickly persuaded Swift's father, Swift, to move the family to Nashville.
Thus officially opened the legend of Taylor Swift.
Parents in most families only want their children to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes, and arrange a path that they think is successful, but it is difficult for the Swift couple to do so.
So there is only one Taylor Swift in North America and even in the whole world, a young singer who can buy an apartment worth close to two million dollars at the age of 20.
