Ye Chen asked curiously: “So late?”
Chen Zhaozhong nodded and said: “Mainly because the consumption is cheap, most of the diners who come to eat are migrant workers, and many are illegal immigrants without status. They can usually only stop work and rest in the early morning, so our business hours It’s a little late, we’ll close the stall after they all finish eating.”
Ye Chen smiled and said, “Okay, since the business hours are relatively late, we can still have a meal when we get there.”
Chen Zhaozhong said: “Then I’ll call Qiang Zai and ask him to prepare in advance.”
Ye Chen asked: “Uncle Zhong, have you told Qiang Zai this time you came to the United States?”
“Not yet.” Chen Zhaozhong said: “I was in a hurry this time, so I didn’t tell him because I was worried that if I didn’t have time to go over to see him, it would be bad if I told him.”
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Ye Chen smiled and said, “In that case, you don’t have to call him. We can go directly there and give him a surprise.”
“Okay!” Chen Zhaozhong agreed readily, with obvious expectations on his face. He couldn’t help but said to Ye Chen: “Master, to tell you the truth, I have always regarded Qiang Zai as my son. I haven’t seen him in a while. Yes, I still miss him in my heart.”
Ye Chen understood very well.
Chen Zhaozhong’s life in the United States was very poor. It was better in the past few years. With Fang Jiaxin by his side, he was able to drink and drink well.
But after Fang Jiaxin left, he managed a roast goose shop all by himself despite his status as an illegal immigrant. His life was indeed miserable and desperate.
Qiang Zai, to him, was not just an adopted orphan or a buddy, but more of a life sustenance.
……
After the two of them left the airport, Ye Chen directly rented an inconspicuous Chevrolet car and headed to Chinatown with Chen Zhaozhong.
When he came to the United States this time, Ye Chen didn’t ask anyone to make any preparations in the United States, nor did he tell Fei Kexin. Trying to keep a low profile was not only safer, but also easier to find clues buried in the market.
Driving to the familiar Chinatown, Chen Zhaozhong’s previous roast goose shop was indeed still in business.
Ye Chen parked the car, and Chen Zhaozhong couldn’t wait to push the car door open.
When the two of them walked into the roast goose shop, the shop was surprisingly deserted. There was only one person sitting at one of the several dining tables. Qiang Zai was preparing in the kitchen. When he heard someone coming in, he shouted inside. Say: “Sit down wherever you want, we’ll be here soon!”
After saying that, after more than ten seconds, he walked out of the kitchen with a piece of roast goose rice.
When he saw that the people coming were Chen Zhaozhong and Ye Chen, he was stunned for a moment, and murmured in surprise: “Uncle Zhong, Mr. Ye… why are you here?!”