After being arrested as a strong man, the happiest thing is the second after the dust settled. At 7:20 in the morning, Sun Lien finished his night shift and was in a very beautiful mood.

Finally, I didn’t have to rely on vegetarian buns to make breakfast with black coffee. This alone is enough to make Sun Lien feel happy deep down. Although the ED doctors have a strong taste, the taste of vegetarian buns with black coffee is really frightening. In the past, I used to eat this in the morning because of the speed, and on the other hand, it was because of convenience. I could buy it when I went downstairs and half on the road. After the last half of the buns with black coffee, I both relieved my fill and refreshed my energy. There was no harm except for the bad taste.

Of course, it is better to be more particular. Sun Lien greeted Yuan Ping'an, then watched other colleagues come to meet him one by one. Then he turned around and left the rescue room and went to the diagnosis center to pull Bruen out.

"Hey, you said you wanted to treat me to dinner." Bruen sat in Sun Lien's car, and changed from being nervous to feeling relieved. "I thought you were asking me to fight."

"Personally, people often ask you to fight?" Sun Lien asked with a smile, "Your appearance is quite intimidating."

"Hey, I used to go to bars to fight with people when I was in the Caribbean." Bruen smiled and patted his biceps, then said depressed, "But I'm not suitable for fighting."

"Not suitable?" Sun Lien was immediately dissatisfied, "You are not suitable for fighting? During the Chinese New Year, you punched the fake doctor in the village to the ground, right?" Sun Lien said, and waved his right hand, "What's the name of that thing... superman   punch?"

Bruen laughed "simplely" twice, "Just jump up and punch someone in the face, there is no name for tricks." He leaned back and swayed his body. After Sun Lien was carrying the whole car, he continued, "The main reason why I am not suitable for fighting is that I am prone to cry when I am excited."

"…what?" Sun Lien widened his eyes and said, "Cry?"

"Yes, cry." Bruen sighed, "Can you imagine how I looked like I was crying and smashing the beer bottle on someone else's head?"

Faced with this body temperature, Sun Lien could only shake his head. Bruen's appearance... he could easily imagine hitting someone else's head with a beer bottle, but how could he smash it while crying, it was really... unimaginable.

"This should be a conditioned reflex. Some people will not say a word when facing danger, some will become chatterers, and some may faint directly... I belong to the small group of people who are particularly prone to cry." Bruen sighed, "Although I don't think it's a terrible thing to smash wine bottles into the heads of those thieves and liars - they didn't hit me either. But it's really annoying to cry when you are excited." He looked at Sun Lien and asked very seriously, "Why don't you help me see? Do I have any disease?"

Sun Lien smiled bitterly, "Where is this disease? If so, I would like to make it into a biological weapon or something - enemy soldiers will cry as soon as they shoot, which is simply invincible." He took advantage of the time of parking and entering the garage and patted Bruen on the shoulder and said seriously, "Actually, this is also good? Try to minimize the number of fights. In the past, you used beer bottles to smash other people's heads, but if you often beat people in the future, let alone whether the Chinese police uncles will spare you, what if someone hits your head with a beer bottle?"

Bruen thought seriously for a few seconds, then spread his hands with indifferent expressions, "That's right." He looked at Sun Lien's parking car and asked, "Just go here? Boss, what are you planning to treat me for breakfast?"

"This is a good place that Director Han told me." Sun Lien pointed to the sign upstairs, "a hotel specializing in Guangdong morning tea."

"Guangdong morning tea?" Bruen's eyes lit up when he heard the word "Guangdong", "Is there any roast duck rice?"

"..." Sun Lien stared at the American expert who looked like a bear, and didn't know what to say for a long time. After holding it in for a long time, he nodded, "Maybe there is."

Bruen happily opened the car door and rushed out of the car with a sharp movement that was completely inconsistent with his body. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up! If you go late, the roast duck was snatched away!"

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"Sorry, our roast taste will not be served after 2 pm." The waiter dressed very well looked at Sun Lien and Bruen with a serious expression with apologetic expression. "It's 9:20 am now, and the roast taste will not be available now."

"Then there is no roast duck, where is the roast goose?" Bruen didn't seem to give up, and he continued to ask.

“No, either.”

“Where is the roasted pork?”

"No."

"Then..." Bruen's expression looked like he was about to cry, "There is always char siu?"

The waiter looked at Sun Lien with some embarrassment, "Sir...this..."

"This one can be there." Sun Lien glanced at the waiter. He could see that if he didn't eat roasted wax today, Bruen would really dare to cry here - the kind of wine bottles that cry while waving. "Tell me to the kitchen and order a piece of your roasted flavor. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work well for a while, we can wait."

Anyway, Bruen must be comforted. Sun Lien was a little helpless. He originally wanted to reward this guy for returning to the diagnosis center to work early last night. Who would have thought that Lao Bu could be so excited about a roast duck rice?

"Roasted duck is a good thing." As if seeing through Sun Lien's thoughts, Bruen said seriously to him, "You have never lived in the United States so you don't understand - roasted duck is a good thing."

People in the United States and Europe have the habit of eating duck meat, but for various reasons, there are actually not many farmers and farms that raise ducks on the American continent and European continent. The main sources of duck meat imported from these two regions are Thailand and Brazil. Usually, people in Western countries eat duck meat, basically only two options - those that have been cooked, mixed with salads and various finished dishes, or expensive French dishes, such as oil-sealed duck legs.

Over time, duck meat gradually became extreme in foreign countries. Either choose duck breasts that are not delicious at all, or it is duck meat that rich people come back from hunting. At least in the United States, the middle class is more willing to choose Chai and has no turkey at all, and does not like to try duck meat.

Then, Chinese food appeared. Beijing roast duck quickly became the top representative of Chinese food in the eyes of 99% of Westerners with a level of popularity that Chinese people cannot imagine. Following closely is the roasted wax of Guangdong people.

Americans can't figure it out even if they want to break their heads. Why can Chinese food make the duck meat so delicious with a unique duck smell? But this does not prevent them from falling in love with the ducks in Chinese food.

"Raise duck is like apocalypse, do you know?" Bruen sincerely explained the importance of roast duck to himself to Sun Lien. When you hear a member of the Communist Party of China actually used "apocalypse" to describe roast duck, you know that this guy is serious. "It revealed to me a very important fact that the world is huge, so big that it cannot imagine with my barren mind. When I first ate roast duck in Cambridge, I made up a decision to come to China in the future." He said seriously to Sun Lien, "Raise duck is the beginning of my fate with China."

Sun Lien smiled stiffly and decided not to comment on this - Dr. Pascal came to China for pandas at least. Why are you, Bruen, just staring at the ducks?

Not that it's not possible...but the contrast is really too big.

While thinking, Sun Lien ordered seven or eight morning tea dishes. The necessary chicken feet were needed, and a bunch of money belly and so on. In addition to a hot vegetable and a portion of red rice sausage, in order to match Bruen's taste, they all ordered meat.

"This pigeon can be eaten now." After reading the menu, Sun Lien said to Bruen happily, "Give you one?"

"Dove?" Bruen frowned and muttered words like "pigeon". "Is this a very common ingredient? Wouldn't it be too cruel?"

"It's not the kind of pigeon flying in the square, it's a special breed that is cultivated and eaten." Sun Lien finally placed an order, "You'll know if you try it later."

Bruen showed unbearable expression, "You must know that in the Western world, doves have very important symbolic meanings. Although I do not believe in God, it is said that the first one to bring an olive branch to Noah was doves - they symbolize hope, peace and security..."

Bruen kept muttering how much he liked pigeons. He even raised several carrier pigeons on his family's farm, which is said to be a very good breed.

I don’t know where people brought the traveling pigeon from the world’s largest bird group to extinct. Sun Lien complained in his stomach, but seeing that Lao Bu worked very hard last night, Sun Lien decided to let him go first - so many delicious foods are not to worry about not being able to block his mouth.

Finally, the roasted pigeons with one slash of four were served. Cantonese cuisine is always a little clever in such places. The roasted pigeons that were said to be, but in fact they were braised first and then poured with hot oil. While outsiders can't figure out how to make it, they can also take the opportunity to shock people.

Bruen closed his mouth and twitched his nose twice. Before Sun Lien could persuade him to taste it, his confidant reached out to the pigeon, "It smells pretty good."

A quarter of the pigeon disappeared into Bruen's mouth within a minute. He widened his eyes, sucked his oily fingers twice, and then continued to grab the remaining pigeon.

Sun Lien only grabbed the head of a small pigeon with a rolling tube, and a neck about two centimeters long under his head. The remaining pigeon had only a few bones left in five minutes.

"You didn't say that the pigeon represents peace, hope and..." Sun Lien was a little shocked at Bruen's speed. He also wanted to ask what made this red neck suddenly change his attitude.

The next second, Bruen explained the question in a straightforward tone, "If I had known this thing was so delicious, Noah would have eaten up all the pigeons on the boat!" He waved to the waiter and shouted in a disheveled Northeast dialect, "Old girl, come five more roasted pigeons!"
Chapter completed!