Ryan drove the car and asked, "Mike, where are we going?"

Tyson had no idea, he just wanted to turn around casually: "Do you know anything new in this neighborhood?"

"Mike, I'm staying in Las Vegas less than you."

He really didn't come to Las Vegas much.

"Then just go around?"

Tyson's mood is not good, because the last words of Burbick made him feel very uncomfortable.

He opened some car windows and let the cool night wind blow into the car.

Las Vegas is bustling at night and day.

They didn't go fast.

Tyson watched the scenery on the street and people flowed into God.

Ryan began to look for some topics.

Every time he chats, he always talks to women.

This kid is a master of love.

"Mike, I met a model at the hotel yesterday. She spoke very straightforwardly and tickled my heart."

Tyson replied with a sneer: "I don't think you're just itchy."

"Why don't you see it?"

Suddenly Tyson saw some familiar scenes in a certain street.

"parking!"

As soon as Tyson's words fell, Ryan quickly turned the steering wheel and parked the car to the street.

"what have you found?"

Tyson ignored him and opened the car door and walked down.

After Ryan turned off the car and locked it, he hurriedly chased it in the direction of Tyson.

"You must have seen something, right?"

Tyson's eyes were still looking at the approaching street.

"I seem to see something familiar."

Tyson's answer is vague.

Ryan didn't ask any more, he followed Tyson to the other side.

The bodyguard car not far away stopped.

Several of the tall bodyguards walked towards Tyson in a hurry.

Tyson walked to the street he had just seen.

He understood what he saw as familiar.

Chinese character!

"Panda Sichuan Restaurant".

There is also an English translation below, Tyson looked at it and smiled dumbly.

Looking at the English translation, it seems to eat the panda.

"Oh, Mike, is this a Chinese restaurant, right? My father once took me there, I tried Chinese food, I like that taste, what does the word panda mean?"

Tyson is in a better mood, he said: "It's an animal, a very precious animal, the whole world is only available in China."

"It's so precious, why should it be eaten? Is the restaurant's name using pandas for cooking?"

Tyson laughed: "That's the problem of translation. Panda is a national treasure of China. His dish is one of the unique dishes of China. So the name of this restaurant is Panda Sichuan Restaurant. It's not a panda."

Ryan nodded inexplicably.

Although he has Chinese ancestry and looks Asian, he did not grow up in Chinatown. His parents have a stable job. He has never heard his parents speak Chinese, so he did not Do not understand Chinese.

Ryan asked curiously: "Mike, why do you know so much?"

Tyson replied: "I have learned Chinese for a long time, so I can read and do some Chinese, and I can communicate with them."

"You are so amazing, you actually understand Chinese? I have heard my parents say that it is the most complicated and esoteric language in the world."

Hua Xia Yu is indeed the most delicate language in the world, because it can accurately distinguish those similar things with each word.

It may not be the reason for the meal now, this Chinese restaurant does not have too many guests now.

"Go in and see?"

Tyson can't wait to walk into the Chinese restaurant.

He was the first time he had come into contact with a Chinese restaurant since he had crossed over. He used to go to training before, and he didn’t have time to play around. Now that he has more time, he certainly has to go in and take a look.

Ryan followed Tyson's footsteps.

The bodyguards came over. They probed their heads and looked in. After finding out that there was nothing abnormal inside, they stood on the other side of the street and waited.

A counter that walks a dozen meters in the Chinese restaurant.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man who looked poopy.

The middle-aged man is rummaging through the books.

"Boss, show me the menu."

A very authentic Chinese mandarin voice passed into the ears of this middle-aged man with big belly.

He looked up and found two people standing in front of him.

A black man, 1.8 meters tall, wearing a suit, still can't stop the strong muscle silhouette.

The restaurant owner felt that the black man was familiar.

There was a man with an Asian face next to him. He was looking around with a curious look.

Subconsciously, the boss thinks that the person who spoke just now is the Asian face.

He pulled a menu from the platform, then stood up and handed it to Ryan.

"Brother, let's see what you have to eat? Just call me if you have something."

In the words of the restaurant owner, there is a touch of Sichuan painting.

Ryan took the menu with a brutal expression.

He couldn't understand the text on it.

I can only ask Tyson in English: "Mike, what is this? Is this the menu?"

Tyson replied to him in English: "Yes, this is the menu, this is Chinese."

"What the hell? Here you are!" Ryan handed the menu to Tyson.

Tyson smiled and took it.

He looked at the names of the dishes above.

"Boss, can all the dishes above be cooked?"

The middle-aged man was instantly ashamed.

He was a little confused about what happened.

It seems that the Asian-faced person does not understand Chinese at all.

But this black man knows Chinese.

Tyson didn't get a reply for several seconds.

He looked up at the dull boss.

"Hello, brother?"

The boss is still in a daze.

Tyson took the menu and patted his arm.

"Hey, man, are you okay?"

The restaurant owner finally reacted.

"Do you speak Chinese? And is it better than me?"

Tyson smiled and showed his white teeth: "I have studied Chinese for a long time before, maybe I am very talented in language. Even the teachers who teach Chinese say that I speak Chinese well."

Tyson continued with a joke tone: "I will show you both hands, eating grapes does not spit grape skin, not eating grapes but vomiting grape skin."

"The bench is wide, the pole is long, the pole is long, the pole is tied to the bench..."

The two slipped smoothly and the boss was completely convinced.

He said: "If you can not see your skin color, I will definitely think you are an authentic Chinese."

Tyson pointed to his chest: "Chinese Heart."

The restaurant owner laughed.

"Brother, order whatever you want. I will give you a 30% discount today."

Tyson looked at the menu and smiled, "Come on."

"Dongpo's elbows, stew them to me."

"Give me another casserole."

"Boiled beef."

"There are also ants on the tree, this one requires authentic sweet potato flour."

"Spicy chicken, this international friend I brought cannot be too spicy, you shouldn't put any chilli."

Tyson pointed to Ryan looking around.

The restaurant owner smiled and said, "Okay, I will let the cooks put less chili. Our foreign friends will never be spicy."

Tyson ordered a few more signature dishes.

Finally said: "Come here to order."

The restaurant owner promised and took the written note and handed it to the kitchen chef from a small window not far behind.

"Fatty, hurry up and cook, be quick and easy to eat, and come to two of our Chinese friends."

"Good!"

There was a full voice from the window.

The restaurant owner who handed over the bill turned back to his position and greeted Tyson: "Brother, just find a place to sit and serve you later."

Tyson sat down nearby and said in English to Ryan: "Come here, Huaxia cuisine has been ordered."

Ryan nodded and sat down in the next seat.

"Mike, the decoration here is very characteristic. Is this the decoration style of China?"

Tyson looked around and replied: "Yes, but this is not the whole style of China. China is divided into many regions. Each region's favorite style will be slightly different."

The restaurant owner recalled Mike Tyson's smooth talk just now, and felt the movie was shocking and funny.

Who can imagine that Huaxia's smooth talk can be quickly and perfectly spoken from a black man's mouth.

Thinking about it, he felt that the black man was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Where is it?

Suddenly he remembered something like ~lightnovelpub.net~ flipped out a magazine from a small box under the counter.

The cover of that magazine was a black man. He was shirtless, with 8 obvious abdominal muscles around him, and he could see an image of a great man on his arm, MAO.

The restaurant owner raised the magazine in his hand and pointed it towards Mike Tyson.

It can be seen that this is simply the same person.

A loud name appeared in his mind.

Mike Tyson!

It was actually Mike Tyson!

The heavyweight undisputed world champion of the three organizations.

He broke too many records.

He has done many great things.

He also has Mike Tyson's, Tyson's Whiskey in his restaurant.

He still remembers the riotous incident of racial equality, including Mike Tyson.

He is the spiritual idol of those people and the initiator of this movement.

Cow* character.

Who can imagine such a person actually speaking fluent Chinese.

The owner of the restaurant instantly felt his scalp numb.

This is definitely a big man, a great public figure, a superstar, he has too many identities.

At this moment, he heard McTyson's call.

"The boss brought me a bottle of Erguotou at 56 degrees."

Fuck, it's too good.

Actually drink Erguotou with the most Chinese characteristics.

The restaurant owner was busy, and took a bottle of Erguotou from the wine rack.

Quickly walked next to Tyson and put the wine on the table.

"Brother, are you Mike Tyson!"

Tyson looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah, this is Mike Tyson. I am Mike Tyson who likes Chinese food."