Bai Wuxia asked Li Muye to bring a woman named Margaret out from Ghent Manor. In such an environment, it is impossible to convey a sentence based on a small evil. Then it was Liverani's turn.
"Brother, you are playing with fire." Li Muye looked at Liverani and said, "She kidnapped your family?"
"It's even more despairing than that." Liverani's brows were full of sorrow, and his voice was suppressed with pain. "I have no other choice. My daughter has a terminal disease that only that woman can cure."
In the name of his father, there is nothing he dare not do. Changing place, if little Anqi encountered the same situation, Li Muye felt that he would be coerced into doing anything.
Li Muye looked at him and couldn't help but sigh. This Liverani can be considered an ambitious and ruthless character, but strictly speaking, he is not a tycoon because there are too many things in his life that he cannot give up. The weaknesses of such a person are too obvious. And it was precisely because of this that Li Muye became friends with him.
"Do you know why Bai Wuxia wants this woman?"
"I don't even know who this woman is." Liverani said: "The Imperial Alliance is not absolutely safe. Some people do not disclose their identities to each other. She may be an executive of a large company. , or maybe just a primary school teacher. In short, your task is to take people out. As long as you do it, my daughter will be saved, so I leave it to you."
"You didn't know it was me who was going to do this?"
"Ms. Bai only said that she would arrange for someone to come today, but did not give a specific name. I really didn't expect it would be you, my old friend."
"Don't worry about it. Now that I'm here, I will definitely try my best to handle this matter." Li Muye comforted him. I secretly thought that Bai Wuxia, a poisonous woman, was too evil-minded. She probably chose Liverani as the insider because of my friendship with him. This is called favor kidnapping, and it puts an extra rope around my neck. Then he asked: "I also need to know the security level here. You know I'm not talking about the security guards on the surface."
Liverani said: "There is only one S-level supervisor named Queiroz. He was a mixed martial arts champion in the past. He was recruited after he retired because he killed people continuously. He has high professional quality, excellent marksmanship, and great martial arts." Very powerful, especially good at melee weapons.”
"Do you know what she likes?"
Liverani thought for a while and said: "I have only seen her twice in the past few days, and both times she seemed to be eating."
"I'll try first to see if I can take the person away in a relatively peaceful way." Li Muye patted Liverani's shoulder gently, turned to greet Xiao Ailai, who had a mouth full of food, and strolled towards the woman.
"Can I sit down?" Li Muye walked over and smelled a faint aroma of wine. But she didn't have a wine glass at hand.
"Do I have the right to refuse?" She had been watching the hunters and the host weighing the prey intently before, but now she was watching Li Muye.
Li Muye had his own set of criteria for grading a woman's beauty in his mind. When he looked at her from a distance, he thought this foreign girl was at most eighty points. But when he got closer, he found that she still had some light white pockmarks on her face, and her appearance had lost another ten points. But when her clear blue eyes looked over, Li Muye suddenly felt that she was a perfect woman.
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Clean, like a clear lake on a plateau, noble, like a snow-capped mountain goddess.
Diana's beauty is ninety-nine point nine, down to every detail of her facial features. But the beauty of this woman is abstract. Looking at her is like admiring a famous painting by a master. The arrogance and aura that has traveled through thousands of years are all in these eyes. People who don’t understand can’t see it, and people who understand don’t dare to look directly. After understanding these eyes, you will automatically ignore her straight nose bridge, perfect lip line, and curvy figure.
"If I disturb you, obviously you can refuse." Li Muye's English accent has a hint of Moscow accent, and his voice is slightly awkward.
"You disturbed my sight." She smiled and said, "Are you the Eastern warrior who saved Mr. Schmidt?"
Li Muye didn't expect that she was quite well-informed and actually knew about him, and said: "It's just a coincidence. In fact, I am just a chef who is not used to such lively occasions."
"Hello, Margaret." She took the initiative to extend her hand to shake Li Muye's hand and introduced herself: "I'm just a music teacher who likes all kinds of delicious food."
"It seems that we have found a common hobby." Li Muye said: "I wonder if you are interested in Chinese food?"
"I like Sichuan, Shandong, Huai and Guangdong, but I like the natural lightness of Cantonese food the most." Margaret said in blunt Chinese: "When it comes to Chinese food, it must be said in Chinese. There is no English. The method perfectly expresses the beauty of Chinese food culture.”
These words deeply touched Brother Xiaoye's heart. China’s food culture is extensive and profound, and even with all the beautiful grammar in English, it is impossible to accurately express the true artistic conception of some dish names. It seems that this woman really knows something about Chinese catering culture.
"Chinese cuisine is not limited to these four major cuisines." Li Muye said: "But your understanding of our Chinese food culture has surprised me."
"You are prejudiced, as if you are saying that all Westerners are arrogant idiots who do not bother to understand your culture and are not worthy of enjoying and experiencing the fruits of your civilization." Margaret said sharply: " On a deeper level, this is actually a form of discrimination, a way that is exclusive to you."
"You are serious. We met by chance. I didn't think so much when I said this."
"It's precisely because I haven't thought too much that I can tell my true feelings." Margaret said: "In the West, everyone is used to thinking that white people have the traditional bad custom of discriminating against people of color, but I once went to China , I found that your people will discriminate against all non-yellow-skinned people in a kind-hearted way. For example, you like to call us foreigners, and your chopsticks are also disgusting. Of course, the most disgusting thing is your language. , is simply full of naked discrimination.”
Li Muye smiled and said, "You seem to have deep resentment?"
Margaret said: “I went to China to study two years ago, and I am still not sure that I have completely overcome the language barrier. However, if a Chinese has lived in Europe and the United States for two years, he can easily adapt to European and American culture and culture. lifestyle."
"I have never thought about this." Li Muye said: "You are very talkative. I think you can live a very good life in China now."
"But my Chinese teacher thinks I'm still far behind." Margaret said, "He always says I'm a fake China expert."
"That's because your teacher's standards are too high." Li Muye said, "I think you are already very surprising."
"I don't know your last name yet."
"I am Mr. Lee."
"King Zhao Qian, Li Zhou, Wu Zheng, you are a descendant of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty."
"You also said that you are not a China expert. I have never seen a foreigner who is as good at talking as you."
"Haha, you are discriminating against me again."
"Oh, it's true, you can't be considered a foreigner anymore."
"Mr. Li, you just said you were a chef, what Chinese food do you cook?"
"North and South cuisine, fresh seafood, Sichuan, Shandong, Huaiyue and Guangdong, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan and Liaoning, only you don't know, there is nothing I don't know." "Haha, Mr. Li, you really know how to brag."
"Look, if you still don't believe it, I'm really not bragging to you. Not to mention Chinese food, it's the French and Italian food that you Westerners love to eat. We're not afraid of it either. If you still don't believe it, there's a stove over there. , we can go and make some suggestions and make two side dishes for you to try."
"I believe it, you are the weird one!" Margaret smiled and stood up and walked towards the stove, saying: "There is venison here, come and show your skills. If it is really delicious, I will believe you."
"Aren't you waiting to see who is the number one killer tonight?"
"It's all a game between big shots, and no one has our turn." Margaret smiled: "If I hadn't met you, tonight would have been a boring disaster for me."
The charcoal fire in the oven was red, and Margaret brought two large pieces of deer fin over and asked, "What seasonings do you need? I'll prepare them for you."
Li Muye had been observing her and found nothing special except for those ethereal and clear eyes. But she is obviously no ordinary person, because Bai Wuxia will not arrange for evil to come to him to help take her away for no reason. She was wearing a simple girl-next-door outfit, a jacket, jeans, and no expensive accessories worth showing off. On this occasion, she looked so out of place standing with other women. If there's anything special, it's this.
The bright red venison has a little fat between the muscle fibers. It is sizzling and oily when roasted by fire, exuding an alluring aroma. Li Muye mixed purple dragon wood blood powder with a little salt water and brushed it on it, and the taste suddenly became more attractive.
Margaret suggested: "Mr. Li, would you like to add some spiciness? Don't you Chinese all like chili peppers when it comes to barbecue?"
"That's someone else. I don't need it when I bake it." Li Muye turned the meat over and said, "Didn't you just say that you like the authentic flavor of Cantonese food? Today I will let you taste the ultimate flavor. "
Li Muye deliberately showed off his cooking skills, not to show off his cooking skills, but just to find more common ground with her. In my heart, although I accepted the job assigned by Bai Wuxia, I still didn't want to make a fool of myself when actually doing it. No matter what, you have to know something before you feel at ease.
"I don't want it cooked well." Margaret moved her index finger, attracted by the unique aroma, and said impatiently.
Li Muye looked at her and asked, "How familiar is she?"
"Five minutes." She answered quickly at first, and then quickly changed her mind due to the taste: "Well, medium rare will be fine."
Westerners are particular about the degree of doneness when eating barbecue. There are only odd numbers and no even numbers in this hierarchy. According to the comparison of the heat, it is divided into one, three, five and seven. Each level of rareness has a relative standard. The internal temperature of the medium-rare steak is 57-62°C. The outside of the steak is gray-brown, and the meat inside is pink, with balanced softness and a very layered texture. The thickness of the outer layer complements the tenderness of the center.
Margaret ordered medium rare first, indicating that her eating habits have been influenced by Easterners. Because most Westerners prefer medium-rare, especially the children of so-called old aristocrats. They have a set of standard etiquette and upbringing in everything they do, and they must not go beyond the rules, otherwise they will become the laughing stock of others.
When the meat was roasted, Li Muye put it on a plate with a knife and handed it to her, saying, "Here, try the medium-rare deer steak I grilled."
"It's so delicious, how can you miss it?" A handsome man with red hair and black beard came over and said, "I want to taste it first." After saying that, he picked up a silver table knife and grabbed it in front of the horse. Gretel cut off a small piece of meat from the plate in Li Muye's hand and stuffed it into her mouth without ceremony... (End of Chapter)