Natasha put on a shy smile, looked at Fugelin Nelson in front of her, reached out and took his business card. She said gratefully: "Thank you! I don't know why these two big dogs are so vicious. Why do they want to

Attack me?"

Just as Fudge was about to speak, the blind young man next to him poked his lower back with a guide stick and urged: "We have to hurry up. Alvin only makes 50 sizzling steaks a day. If it's too late, we won't be able to eat it."

"

Fudge, who was reminded, nodded quickly and said: "Yes, yes, we have to hurry up, sorry miss, we have to catch up on our late dinner." After speaking, he quickly opened the door and called to the blind young man, "Hurry up, hurry up.

Damn, I don’t want to miss Alvin’s sizzling steak.”

Natasha, who was ignored by two young people this time, felt very strange. Many things today were a little different from what she thought. But this made her even more curious about what kind of place this place was.

There are two giant wolves blocking the way at the door, so forcefully breaking in is obviously not a good way. But as an agent, there are always many ways.

Natasha took out her mobile phone and made a call, saying in a panicked voice: "Hello, 911? I'm in Hell's Kitchen, Block 34. There are two giant wolves here. They seem to be attacking me. Please come and save me quickly."

~"

About 15 minutes later, a police car drove over and two police officers got out of the car. A middle-aged policeman first walked towards Natasha and asked: "Miss, was it you who called the police? What did you say?"

Where is the giant wolf?”

Natasha was surprised that the middle-aged policeman in front of her actually ignored the giant wolves in front of her, and even ran over to her and asked her, didn't she see the young policeman running to say hello to the two giant wolves?

Natasha frowned and said doubtfully: "Aren't those giant wolves? They almost attacked me when I tried to enter this restaurant just now." Then she pointed at the two giant wolves that were impatiently chasing away the young policeman.

The middle-aged policeman smiled after hearing this and said: "Those are not giant wolves. These two are the pet dogs of the owner of the Peace Hotel, which are registered in our police station. They have never had a history of attacking people at will. As for

Why do they want to attack you? Well, maybe it’s because you have some smell on your body.”

As he spoke and looked at Natasha thoughtfully, the old policeman smelled an unusual smell from her body.

Natasha said "Oh" and said: "Then if I want to go in, the two police officers will not watch me being attacked by these two, um~ pets, right?" She said with a meaning.

He looked at the middle-aged policeman with long eyes.

The middle-aged policeman who had some guesses about Natasha's identity said with a wry smile: "Of course you can go in. I guarantee that Sol and Dom will not attack you. But I have to remind you that the boss here, Alvin, is a good man."

Natasha smiled noncommittally, ignored the warning in the middle-aged policeman's words, raised her chin slightly, and signaled that she wanted to go in.

Inside the restaurant, there were only 6 dining tables and 2 booths against the wall. It was already full. Fudge and Matt found two seats at the bar and sat down.

"Matt, why were you walking so fast just now? It's rare to meet a beautiful woman here! Oh~ I forgot that you can't see it." As soon as Fatty Fudge finished speaking, he noticed a slim and pretty girl at the bar.

He was holding two glasses of lemonade in his hand, and was about to put it in front of the two of them. But after hearing Fudge's words, one of the glasses was handed to a boy in a wheelchair who was reading a book at the bar.

The boy grinned with two front teeth missing and said: "Thank you! Sister Jessica!" Another cup was placed in front of Matt, and the girl tapped the cup thoughtfully and made a "ding~" sound as a reminder.

Matt said: "Your lemonade and sizzling steak will be a little late today, please wait a moment!"

After saying that, he glared at Fudge again, turned around and left the bar, and went to pay the bill for a table of guests who were about to leave.

Fudge shouted in protest, "Hey Jesse, you can't do this. Why don't you give me a drink." Then he turned to look at the little boy at the bar, "Hey, man, that glass of lemonade in your hand should be

It's mine, and if you give it to me, Mr. Fudge Nelson will write you a letter of praise."

The little boy made a face at Fudge, picked up the lemonade, imitated the way people on TV drank red wine, shook it, smelled it, and then took a small sip of it happily.

The good-tempered Fudge showed his teeth and claws in a funny way, threatening the little boy. The whole family started playing across the bar.

Matt smiled and shook his head, feeling helpless and amused by Fudge's heartlessness.

In the deepest part of the bar, against the wall, there was a stove with ten small stoves. Alvin was wearing an apron, with his back to the bar, looking after ten sizzling steaks being cooked at the same time. He said without looking back: "Fudge

, if you are disturbing our Mr. Nick Custer’s study, you can say goodbye to today’s dinner. Our Mr. Custer only got a D in math yesterday.”

"Hey~ Alvin, we agreed not to tell anyone." Nick waved his arms and shouted in protest.

Alvin didn't look back and said jokingly: "Yes, we agreed that you would finish your homework quietly in the room today, but you came to the dining room again."

Nick said with a guilty conscience: "You went out just now. Sister Jesse was alone. I wanted to come and help." After thinking of something, he raised the book in his hand and shook it: "And I was reading just now."

I tried to act like I was working hard.

"Yes, Mr. Custer, who loves reading, can the Batman in the book teach you how to get an A?" After saying that, he picked up a prepared sizzling steak with a special iron clip and placed it on a

On the pine wood tray. He picked up the tray with one hand and placed a steak on a shelf on Nick's wheelchair. "Boy, go deliver it to Old Stan, talk to him about Batman, and see if you can get a tip.

.”

"Alvin, you can't do this, Nick is still a child! He just has no academic talent. You can't force him, it will only make things worse." Fudge protested to Alvin, but Nick gave him a big eye roll.

"Fudge, are you talking to a Chinese about how to educate children? Are you sure?" A fat white man, who was also sitting at the bar waiting for his meal, put one hand on his chin, letting the fat on his chin spill out to both sides, making his cheeks look swollen.

Especially bloated. The fat white man looked at Alvin's busy back in awe, and continued to flatter him, "You know, Chinese children are very good at school. My old school teacher also said that Chinese people have a kind of witchcraft.

Art can make children very smart."

Fudge didn't seem to like this fat white man, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Sharif, why can I only see you on this day of every month? What are you waiting for? What are the benefits here that make the famous Sharif Garage Owner every day?"

Today, month after month, you are sitting here obediently? Is it because of that steak? "

"Hey, Fudge, you have to respect me a little bit." Sharif yelled angrily, until nothing more outrageous came out of his mouth. Everyone familiar with this place knows that the boss Alvin hates other people using swear words, especially
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