Chapter 2947

Tim indeed has information sensitivity.

After learning from Jason that the head chef of the farm party was a well-known Cantonese chef, he went to check the location of the psychological clinic where Schiller was originally.

Actually, there is no need to check the specific location; after all, Schiller mentioned Hell's Kitchen before; this should be a general term for a certain area, and one can find where Hell's Kitchen in Brooklyn is on the internet.

After locking the location of Hell's Kitchen, Tim found that although this area could be called a slum, it was actually just chaotic; because of Kingpin's existence, the consumption level here was not low, and there were many famous restaurants.

Among them, a Chinese restaurant is very popular with gourmets; many well-known food critics have tasted it; this is also an industry under Kingpin, and even his most profitable restaurant; the head chef who is rumored to be the boss is the one Kingpin spent a lot of money to dig from Hong Kong.

This restaurant is located on the southeast side of Hell's Kitchen; although I don't know where the psychological clinic is specifically, the whole Hell's Kitchen is not big; it can be turned around in ten minutes by car; no matter where Schiller lived before, this must be the restaurant closest to him.

Tim looked at the Google reviews of this restaurant and found that since two years ago, the restaurant's reviews had plummeted; many traditional Chinese translations were saying that the head chef had definitely changed, and many dishes were not authentic.

Such a famous chef couldn't have no work; it is more likely that he jumped ship and quit.

Tim felt it was very likely.

If Schiller is also a fan of this chef, then he has been unable to eat delicious food for a long time after moving to Arkham Asylum; occasionally returning to Hell's Kitchen and finding that the chef he likes has jumped ship and quit, he must be sighing and beating his chest.

Then, no matter whether the party hired that famous chef or not, Schiller would certainly not miss the banquet of such a famous Cantonese chef; this is probably the reason Natasha said he would definitely go.

Tim actually couldn't understand this behavior at all; isn't it just a dish? How delicious can it be? Eating is for living; if one could live by relying on nutritional needles, Tim wouldn't mind giving himself two needles.

They drove to the place Schiller rented; this time it was finally not so far from the city; it was on the way to the Love Farm; here it can barely be called the suburbs of Los Angeles; Schiller rented a small villa in a wealthy area.

Just entering the villa area, Tim felt something different; the villas here don't seem to be the common kind in the United States; Schiller explained: "This is a Japanese-style villa; the main difference from American villas is that they use a large amount of wooden structure; whether it is the house's ground, walls, or furniture, they are all solid wood."

Pamela looked back and forth and found that it was really like this; the fences of all the houses in the whole community were wooden; the houses were relatively low; the eaves were large; the main gate was hung with a cherry blossom-decorated door curtain; the greening of the community was also some oriental trees that were not common here, as well as some stone small pavilions and lanterns; it really looked like a scene in a Japanese movie.

"Don't you have Chinese ancestry? I heard that Chinese people hate Japanese people the most," Tim said.

Then he actually heard Schiller laugh; this laughter was a bit like dreaming that he won the lottery and stealing a laugh in his sleep.

Schiller coughed twice and said: "This is your stereotypical prejudice, and it is the old-fashioned thinking of the last era; Chinese people in this era think that Japanese culture still has many merits."

Tim was half-believing; he is not the kind of idiot who accepts happy education; he knows the history of various countries in the world; Chinese people can't possibly...

He just opened the short video software, and the software seemed to hear what he said; the first video that popped up was deep mourning, sincere mourning, rational analysis, active maintenance...

Clicking on it, there was actually a pile of simplified Chinese echoing it.

Tim seemed to suddenly understand something; he took out Google and checked it; then he finally understood the main reason why the simplified Chinese internet would have such an attitude; to summarize in four words—"the dead are the greatest."

Tim checked again carefully; good guy, what's going on with this "New Shangdu Country"? Is there this country in history?

Just when Tim was checking the information, the car had arrived; the car stopped at the entrance of a courtyard; Schiller just got out of the car, and Ma Te walked over and gave him a hug.

Ma Te turned around and opened the door curtain; Steve was leaning on the pillar of the courtyard with his arms crossed; Jason was fiddling with the charcoal fire on the side.

"Why are you here?" Schiller asked.

"I invited them," Ma Te smiled and said. "I got a lot of good stuff this time; how can there be no beer?"

Tim also got out of the car; after walking in, he found that this courtyard had a different world.

Unlike American villas that like to have lawns, the courtyard of this villa was paved with stone floors; only a small piece of lawn for decoration on the left; on the right, there was a pavilion, a dining table, and a barbecue grill; walking further inside, there was actually a hot spring pool.

"Are there hot springs in Los Angeles?" Pamela scratched her head.

Tim certainly knows that the West Coast of the United States is located on the Pacific Rim geothermal belt; geothermal resources are very rich; there are hot springs; there are also many hot spring resorts near Los Angeles, but he really hasn't heard of Japanese-style hot spring villa areas.

"This was newly built recently," Schiller said. "When driving over, the other piece of architecture you saw was a resort, and this is the residential area of the resort; you can also understand it as a private hot spring resort house."

"This guy really knows how to enjoy," Ma Te shook his head and said. "I also rented such a resort house in Thailand a long time ago, but it wasn't this spacious, and the price was very expensive."

"What you lived in might be cultural relics left over, but this is not; this is newly built."

Schiller laughed again; Steve shook his head and said: "I soaked in hot springs in San Francisco before and felt it was not bad; I heard that you can also go to the valley to soak in mineral springs in summer; I think that would be more interesting."

Tim and Pamela brought the ingredients they bought in; Pamela went to pick and wash vegetables; Tim followed Steve and asked: "What the hell is going on with Japan?"

"A major weapon use error in modern war history," Steve obviously didn't want to talk about this, he said: "But even if it's me, it's hard to mention the word innocent; you'd better not ask more."

Tim had to accept this fact, but since it happened around World War II, it didn't make sense for him to struggle with the truth.

Following Steve, they found that many plates had been placed on the dining table; on them were fresh sashimi—bluefin tuna, Faroe Island salmon, mandarin sea bream, horse dung sea urchin, oysters, red clams, orchid clams, as well as sturgeon roe and lobster; one could smell a rich fresh sweetness from so far away.

Tim swallowed his saliva.

In fact, he really likes seafood; mainly he likes all kinds of shrimp and crab; however, the method of handling shrimp and crab in Europe and America is generally baking—that is, putting all kinds of seafood with cream and other sauces into the oven to bake; but Tim doesn't like to eat very greasy things and likes a refreshing taste; he occasionally goes to various Japanese restaurants to satisfy his cravings.

The sashimi Ma Te got is obviously good stuff; the bluefin tuna belly is slightly red, the snowflake pattern is distinct, and the fat reflects an oily luster under the light; the orange-red of the salmon from the Faroe Islands in Denmark is thicker and brighter than other origins, the white fat pattern is wider, and the meat is softer.

Mandarin sea bream is as its name suggests; the fish meat will have a fragrance of mandarin; horse dung sea urchin is often called a hot kiss on the tip of the tongue, with a sweet fragrance that all other seafood products do not have; the huge pearl oysters reflect the luster of pearls; the sashimi of shellfish and clams are like flowers that have just opened, presenting bright colors such as red, yellow, and orange.

Steve brought home-brewed beer; one can see from the color of the beer that the ingredients are solid, and the taste is also relatively mellow.

Besides these raw foods, there is also a barbecue grill, which can be used for barbecue; Schiller also went to the kitchen to prepare hot dishes, which seems to be stir-fried vegetables and grilled fish.

After being busy for a long time, the sky was almost dark, and the dishes were finally served; besides sashimi, there were several Cantonese dishes, mainly fish, ribs, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables; barbecue is the main head of meat, with very classic American bell pepper beef skewers, charcoal-grilled beef ribs, black pepper lamb ribs, etc.

The dishes were placed on a large table; several people poured beer; there were not so many red tapes; after toasting, they started eating on the spot.

Tim is not very interested in vegetables and meat, mainly seafood, but he also can't accept the taste of mustard, so he only dips sashimi in salt or soy sauce; Schiller and Ma Te are the most traditional way of eating, with coarse-ground wasabi sauce and soy sauce.

Steve and Jason are very traditional Americans; at most they eat lobster and oysters; they are not interested in sashimi; the two of them ate meat fiercely; the meat on the beef ribs bigger than the palm was gone in one bite.

Don't look at Pamela as the spokesperson for plants; she is also merciless when eating plants; stir-fried vegetables, vegetable salad, and fruit salad were mostly eaten by her, and compared to hot dishes, she prefers cold dishes, even if it is almost winter now.

Of course, they were also chatting while eating, but the topic was too big; they were always talking about how the Earth is, how the three major empires are, and how the various star systems are; the three children from other universes basically couldn't insert a word.

Tim originally wanted to get some information from their conversation, but the soy sauce was a bit salty for him, causing him to drink beer fiercely; and he is not a street barbecue warrior like Jason, a tough guy who can stay until the end even when drinking with the Joker; he was dizzy after drinking a few glasses.

In the end, everyone was a bit drunk; Schiller, who was still sober, helped Tim back to the room; Steve, who had digested a lot of alcohol, was responsible for Ma Te and Pamela; Jason was actually not very drunk, but he ate too much meat and had indigestion, so he went back to the room and lay down.

Until lying on the bed, Tim still had the fresh sweetness of seafood in his mouth; he had to admit that it was not bad to have such a time occasionally.

Early the next morning, Tim was woken up by the noise again; he stood up in a daze, looked downstairs through the window, and found that several people were surrounding the hot spring pool studying how to release water.

Turning his head to look, it was only 6 o'clock in the morning; why is the work and rest of the people in this universe so healthy? Tim threw himself back on the bed speechlessly, but was soon woken up by a smell of food.

He heard a familiar voice.

"Yes, it's called Qiuqiu; it's the name Rachel gave it; it's only two months old; isn't it cute?"

Tim sat up suddenly; damn, there's an idiot!