Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Americans are better off. At least they have enough to eat and wear warm clothes every day. But the British are terrible! They just eat two pieces of dry bread all day long."

"That dish, that meat, it's like there's no seasoning at all. Last time I visited a friend in the US, his roommate made me something..."

When he said this, the brother from Northeast China frowned, obviously trying hard to think of the name of the dish.

"…Ah, yes! Honey mustard chicken!"

"That's not something that can be eaten by humans! Man, that's not something that can be eaten by humans. How can you put honey, mustard, and chicken together? How can you put them together?!"

At this point, the big man from Northeast China was obviously anxious. When he recalled this past event, his whole face was full of disbelief and anger.

"That idiot guy proudly told me this was the same Ed Stafford model. You know Ed Stafford, the British Marine who survived in the wilderness."

"When I watched his videos before, I was wondering how one person could eat so many weird things. Then when I compared it to the honey mustard chicken, I was shocked. He's eating pretty good food in the wild!"

"My friend has been eating so much British food that he's almost numb to it. He even ate two large chicken breasts from the honey mustard chicken and stuffed himself completely."

At this point, the Northeastern man paused and put on a compassionate expression:

"I felt sorry for him, so I spent half a month's living expenses to bring him back to China. As soon as he got off the airport, he rushed to the Jianbing Guozi stall outside and bought five Jianbing Guozi."

"He ate while the boss was cooking. He ate faster than the boss could cook. The boss thought he was starving to death and reincarnated."

The Northeastern brother spoke so sincerely that Ye Fan was stunned and nodded.

"That's really tragic."

I thought to myself that Kassel Academy has various styles of cuisine from all over the world. Although some of the chefs' novel ideas may be added occasionally, they are always within an acceptable range.

Listening to the description of the person opposite me, British food is really hard to imagine.

Ye Fan asked doubtfully, "Then can't they cook something for themselves? It should be easy for people in Great China to cook a few dishes after turning 18."

When the Northeastern brother heard this, he started talking:

"Stir-frying two is too easy. Don't you think it's easy for a grown man like me to stew some meat and stir-fry some vegetables?"

"But some places are different. The ingredients are different. For example, in the United States, I have a friend there. The braised pork he makes in our village is absolutely amazing."

"He went to study abroad, but he didn't lose his mother's cooking skills. He also learned 5-6% of it. He can easily make a dish of braised pork with good color, fragrance and taste."

As he said this, the big brother from Northeast China took out his mobile phone and showed Ye Fan the photo of that classmate. It turned out that he was quite handsome and looked weak.

"He's tired of the high-fat, high-sugar food in the US, so he went to the supermarket and bought a big piece of top-notch pork belly."

"He also told me at the time that American pig farming is very natural, with three layers of meat and very firm texture, but a little bit smelly."

At this point, the Northeastern brother's expression turned into a bit of gnashing of teeth:

"I was video chatting with him at the time, and I was really surprised. How could it smell so bad? A pig that's been castrated should have very little smell."

"Then he cooked it that night, stewed it thoroughly, tasted it, and threw away the whole pot and the meat. We did some research and found out that pigs in the United States are not castrated!"

As if he had forgotten his feelings while preaching, the big brother from Northeast China slammed the beer bottle onto the table with a look of grief on his face.

"It's so saucy, even eating large intestine sashimi is more refreshing than that."

"That pig died in vain! What a waste!"

Ye Fan was shocked when he heard it: "Tsk tsk tsk, this is too outrageous, it's really outrageous."

As he spoke, he clinked glasses with the man opposite him and drank half a bottle of beer.

The Northeastern man chuckled and said, "I'm glad I met you, brother. It's been a long time since I had such a good time drinking with someone. Those Italian guys wanted to have a party after drinking, and a self-disciplined man from the Northeast like me couldn't go."

"Brother, you are this!"

Ye Fan gave him a thumbs up and continued to clink glasses with him: "Alas, the atmosphere abroad is indeed open, and we Chinese are not very adaptable to it."

The other party told so many stories, Ye Fan certainly couldn't hide anything, so he had to at least tell something interesting.

Two grown Chinese men are sitting here, so they can't leave anything unsaid.

"Brother, didn't I study in the United States? You know how free it is there."

"The last time I was walking down the street, I saw a group of black people gathered there, seemingly talking about something. I saw that they looked quite excited, so I went in closer."

"I was really surprised at the time. The black people looked at me as if I had seen a ghost. I took a closer look inside and hey, they were selling drugs!"

"Do you think the gentlemen of China can tolerate this? Even drugs like those in the US are illegal. I just made a report and the American police came to search!"

"Logically speaking, shouldn't everyone be taken back to the police station for a thorough interrogation? At the very least, a statement should be made!" Ye Fan said, looking up with a smug smile on his face.

"But the image of us Chinese is very good. The American police arrested all the black people, including two people watching the show on the side of the road. But they only looked at me, glanced at my face a few times, and then told me to go away and say it's okay. We will handle this matter."

"Hey, brother, you are a man, I toast you!" The Northeastern brother laughed, picked up the beer bottle in his hand and threw it over.

Ye Fan also clinked glasses with the other party.

However, the specific situation of this matter was that Ye Fan was walking on the street and smelled a strong smell of drugs. He saw a group of black people surrounding a young man and selling drugs.

So he walked over, beat up all of them, and punched the young man in the face a few times.

What matters is treating everyone equally!

If that young man had any integrity, he should have run away at this moment instead of being squeezed in with the crowd and being half-hearted.

Give him a few punches and let him wake up.

Then directly notify the secret party to use their connections to put these black people in jail, and make sure they will serve 10 years in prison.

The two chatted and drank like this, and before they knew it, it was midnight.

The big brother from Northeast China was drunk and wanted to invite Ye Fan to stay in his dormitory.

Ye Fan smiled and declined, saying, "Brother, I have other important things to do. I'll come over next time."

The big brother from Northeast China took Ye Fan's hand and said drunkenly: "Brother, we hit it off right now, why don't we become sworn brothers?"

Emma, ​​we hit it off right away. Don’t talk nonsense, brother. I’m afraid you’ll send me off in a hurry... Ye Fan smiled stiffly.

Fortunately, the friend of this Northeastern brother also rushed over.

They arrived late, so they didn't drink much and at least they were sober for a while.

Before the elder brother could finish his words, he was dragged away by his two roommates with apologies. The two roommates waved to Ye Fan and said goodbye with a smile.

"Arrivederci! Apresto!" (Goodbye! See you next time!)

"Arrivederci! Apresto!" (Goodbye! See you next time!)

Ye Fan looked at their departing backs, smiled and shook his head.

Chapter 234: Shocked Caesar

After the first stage ended, Ye Fan returned to Kassel.

In the student union office, Caesar was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and half a pizza in his hand.

"Ye Fan, how did the talk go?" he asked vaguely.

"Two trillion US dollars, your Gattuso family has taken it all." Ye Fan picked up the Coke on the table and took a sip.

"Poof!" Caesar spat out a mouthful of pizza. "How much?!"

He felt that his hearing problems were caused by not opening the sickle-weasel?

2 trillion!

His monthly living expenses are only 10 billion, which is equivalent to his 2000 months' living expenses. In short, he won't have that much money for his entire life.

Of course, once he becomes the head of the Gattuso family, he will be able to freely dispose of these properties.

But even this was enough to shock him. 2 trillion, which already accounted for 5% of the Gattuso family's assets.

"That's 2 trillion." Ye Fan repeated calmly, "And they have to bear all the research costs."

Caesar's eyes widened, and after a long while he managed to utter, "...Junior Brother, this is no longer just extortion, you've directly emptied the treasury of my Gattuso family!"

Ye Fan shrugged: "They are willing to pay, what can I do?"

At this time, the noble young man was staring at Ye Fan blankly. He was sure that the guy opposite him was really richer than him.

Damn it, this is the only way I can surpass him... Caesar was indignant and picked up the pizza and took another big bite.

But then he seemed to remember something.

Caesar wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his voice: "But are you sure Odin won't notice?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Fan's eyes: "So what if he noticed? Would he dare to touch me?"

Caesar was silent for a moment, then grinned. "Alright, you know what I'm doing. Where are we going next?"

"Beowulf's family." Ye Fan stood up and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. "After all, we can't let our Lionheart Club president down. I've already visited your family, the student union president's family. The next place I should go is her family."

"Okay, okay. If the old man in my family really wants to cause trouble for you, remember to use a little when you chop him, and by the way, help me get some blood. I want to break through to the imperial level as soon as possible." Caesar waved his hand and instructed.

"Aren't you such a filial son? After all, he is your biological father." Ye Fan looked at Caesar speechlessly.

"Hey, didn't you tell me everything? My birth is the product of alchemical technology. Although his blood was used in it, I was only conceived in my mother's body."

"After all, he and I are only related by blood, not even by traditional blood."

Caesar said nonchalantly as he stuffed the last piece of pizza into his mouth, and at the same time used his greasy hands to slap away Ye Fan's hand that was trying to steal the pizza.

Ye Fan rubbed the back of his hand, which was shiny after being slapped by Caesar: "You guys are really clear about the distinctions. No wonder you swear on your father's death at every turn."

"What can I do? I can't swear on my mother's death." Caesar shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Besides, what right do you have to criticize me? You even beat up your own old man."

"That's really strange. From the beginning, I thought your eyes looked too much like Principal Ange's. I thought you were his grandson, and that the principal had arranged for you to come here through the backdoor."

"Who knew you were actually his biological son? Tsk tsk tsk, our families are really messy."

Caesar scratched his head in distress, as if he felt his hands were still a little greasy. He picked up a few napkins from the table and wiped his palms.

"Oh, aren't they using high-quality silk now?" Ye Fan looked at the cheap tissues on Caesar's desk with interest.

Although the paper is not particularly cheap, it is at a popular level, the kind that middle-class families usually use.

But even the paper towels used by wealthy families were as rough as sandpaper compared to what Caesar had used before.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Caesar sighed helplessly:

"Save money. After all, I am a member of the Heavenly Court. I can't let you, the boss, be busy making money outside all day long."

"As the boss, you earn money and spend it on your subordinates all day long. You feel bad about it, but I feel bad about spending it too. Although I don't earn much, I can at least save some for you."