An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Old Chen's Chaoshan Seafood Stall.

Feeling Lynn's ambiguous smile, a faint blush instantly rose on Annie's pale face, the blush spreading all the way down her long neck.

"what!"

Annie covered her face in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground on the spot, her voice barely audible: "Oh my god... I'm so sorry."

At this moment, Annie was so embarrassed that she wished she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of her toes.

That's absolutely embarrassing!

She has never burped inappropriately at the dinner table in her entire life.

Especially in front of a man!

This is social death!

Seeing Annie's embarrassed state, as if she wanted to bury herself, Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

Then, he leaned back and opened his mouth: "Uh... hiccup~~~".

A long, loud burp, ten times louder than Annie's, echoed throughout the small shop.

The loud, rude burp was like a gust of wind, instantly dispelling the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Annie's ears twitched, and she peeked at Lynn through her fingers.

He then slowly moved his hand away and quietly gazed at Lynn, his beautiful eyes carrying a profound meaning that was hard to explain.

She was a smart woman and naturally knew that Lynn did this entirely to save face for her.

What a thoughtful and interesting guy… A fleeting glint flashed in Annie’s eyes.

After taking several large gulps of sparkling water to calm her nerves, Annie changed the subject, looking at the mess on the table and asking the question that had been bothering her:

"Lin, why did the food at all the Chinese restaurants I went to before taste completely different? They were all cloyingly sweet dishes and mushy fried noodles!"

"It's very simple, because what you used to eat wasn't authentic Chinese food at all."

Lynn took a sip of his iced cola and casually remarked, "Those things might even be fake Chinese restaurants run by Korean bastards, just to fool you unsophisticated Americans."

"Korean bastards? Fake Chinese food?"

Annie frowned, puzzled, her eyes filled with a clear naiveté: "But...in our understanding, isn't South Korea also part of your Dongda University?"

"..."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, nearly spitting out his cola.

Indeed, in this magical land of America, whether it's the lower-class Black people or elites like Annie, there are many examples.

In their eyes, the lives of Asian faces and Koreans are all byproducts of Dongda University.

You can think of it as a vassal state.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn, too lazy to waste his breath explaining to an American policeman, sneered and casually said:

"They're just the kind of rebellious sons who constantly grovel and try to steal core technologies, then turn around and try to seize them for themselves and apply for UNESCO World Heritage status, and then bite back."

"Oh, I see!"

Annie instantly had a look of sudden realization: "I get it! It's like the relationship between America and Mexico, right? Those Mexicans are always sneaking across the border to steal our jobs!"

"Uh... if you insist on understanding it that way, then you're not wrong."

Lynn outwardly gave a reluctant affirmation to this peculiar metaphor.

I silently complained to myself that Mexican chicken wraps are way better than your dry burgers.

Of course, it still can't compare to the Old Beijing Chicken Roll.

"I never expected that such delicious food could be hidden next to such an upscale place as Marilyn's Restaurant."

Annie looked around the shabby but surprisingly delicious little shop, her beautiful face full of emotion: "Thank you for bringing me here, I'll come here often."

Although she only tried it once, she found herself completely in love with the taste.

"There's more than one authentic and delicious Chinese restaurant in this city," Lynn said with a knowing look, her words carrying a deeper meaning.

"Oh?" Annie raised an eyebrow, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

Clearly, she had already guessed the pattern of Lynn's next sentence.

It's nothing more than using this as an excuse to say, "Next time, I'll treat you to another place," and then naturally starting the next date.

She was already tired of these men's tricks.

However, the next moment.

"If you're still willing to treat me to meals in the future, I can reluctantly act as your guide and take you to other better hidden gems," Lynn said, her voice rising.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Annie almost sprayed the sparkling water in Lynn's face.

He coughed a few times suddenly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

She did guess the keywords "treat" correctly, but she never expected that the one who would have to pay for the meal would be herself!

"My treat?"

Annie stretched out her slender fingers incredulously, pointing to her stunningly beautiful face, her voice rising several octaves involuntarily.

"certainly."

Lynn's voice was noncommittal: "Didn't you just get your bonus, officer?"

"..."

Annie took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the scenery outside the door, ignoring Lynn, feeling quite resentful.

It wasn't because I cared about the cost of those few meals, but because I suddenly realized that my usually irresistible charm seemed to have completely failed me in front of Lynn!

Not only that, she also found that when she was with Lynn, she was always being led by the nose without her even realizing it.

Where is the authority and aloofness that he once possessed as Seattle's youngest detective?

Just as Annie was lost in thought, her previously languid gaze suddenly focused!

Her gaze was fixed on a figure not far outside the shop, and her delicate eyebrows slowly furrowed.

The air, which had been relatively mild, seemed to have suddenly dropped several degrees invisibly.

"What's wrong?"

Lynn, who keenly noticed the change in Envy's aura, casually followed her gaze.

Through the glass door, a young man could be clearly seen standing at the entrance of Marilyn Restaurant not far away.

The young man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with shiny skin, a high nose, big eyes, and hair styled with hair gel, giving him a somewhat androgynous appearance.

If he were placed in the White Horse Club, he might not become an ace, but he would definitely be a capable assistant!

At this moment, the slick-haired young man was all smiles as he embraced a hot, scantily clad Latina woman, and the two were chatting and laughing while taking selfies.

"An acquaintance?" Lynn crossed her arms, looking on with amusement.

"I don't know her." Annie shook her head coldly, her expression not very pleasant.

The slick-haired young man was none other than Evans, who had invited her to dinner that day!

After only a couple of glances, Annie was ready to look away and avoid seeing him.

He hadn't intended to have much interaction with Evans in the first place, and his reaction just now was more due to the other party's deception.

But just then, Evans seemed to sense something, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the dilapidated seafood restaurant.

The next moment, Evans shuddered and turned around abruptly, staring intently at Annie, who was sitting by the window.

Then, as if he had seen a ghost, he rubbed his eyes frantically, his face full of disbelief.

After a full three seconds of stunned silence, he shoved the Latina woman next to him away with extreme brutality, eliciting a gasp and a string of curses from her.

Ignoring the woman's angry outburst, Evans rushed into the seafood stall filled with the smell of cooking oil.

"Envy! My God, it really is you! What are you doing here?"