Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

The next day, noon.

A Korean restaurant in the Winwood Arts District.

"Hey, Kyrie, over here!"

As soon as Irving entered the restaurant, he saw Hudson and Bourne waving at him from their seats.

"Damn, this Korean restaurant is so hard to find."

Irving walked in, sat down, and complained, "It took me 10 minutes to find it around here."

"Hudson, I remember you were pretty rich, weren't you? What are you doing at this little restaurant?"

Irving picked up a glass from the table, poured himself a glass of ice water, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

He was sound asleep just an hour ago, but was woken up by a phone call from Hudson.

Following the location sent by the other party, Irving searched for a long time before finally finding the Korean restaurant in a secluded corner.

Looking around, Irving noticed that there were only a few customers in the restaurant, and his expression became even more puzzled.

"Relax, buddy." Hudson smiled and gave Owen a knowing look. "This restaurant is a great place, very unique. You'll see in a minute."

Irving pursed his lips and listlessly wiped his hands with the damp towel on the table.

Although I don't know what Hudson is up to, Irving doesn't think a Korean restaurant can have anything good there.

"Irving, how's the preparation going these past couple of days?" Bourne, sitting next to him, leaned in, his tone full of anticipation. "The game's tonight, are you confident?"

"Of course I'm confident. I've watched a lot of boxing match videos these past two days, and my skills have improved considerably."

Irving gestured twice in the air and said confidently, "I think I'm as strong as boxing champion Mike Tyson right now."

"Hey!" Byrne shook his head helplessly, his tone full of dissatisfaction. "I'm serious, answer me properly."

"Do you know that this bar ruined everything for me and Hudson? If you don't perform well tonight, we'll be in big trouble..."

"Hey, Bourne, you can't say that." Before Bourne could finish speaking, Hudson, who was sitting next to him, quickly interrupted:

"No matter what, Irving is just a rookie boxer. Don't put so much pressure on him."

"It's normal for new players to lose the first few matches."

"Hudson, that's not what you said yesterday..."

Bourne frowned, just about to continue.

Just then, a Korean man who was only 1.5 meters tall, with a sleazy appearance, small eyes, and a small nose, wearing a chef's apron, came over from the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried rice cakes.

"Be careful, it's hot. My esteemed guests, is this your first time here?"

"We've been here several times, but this is my brother's first time." Looking at the obsequious Korean man before him, Hudson raised an eyebrow and said:

"Give my young buddy the most expensive set meal, it's on me!"

Upon hearing the word "most expensive," the Korean man's eyes lit up instantly, and he shouted towards the kitchen, "The Emperor Set Meal for table B12!"

"OK! Dear guest, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Hudson and the other two, and then stepped back.

"Hudson, what's the Emperor's Set Meal?" Irving asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon enough," Hudson smiled, offering no further explanation.

Seeing Irving scratch his head, looking eager to know, Bourne, sitting next to him, also relaxed and joked:

"Don't worry, these are definitely dishes you've never tried before."

"I remember a royal meal was pretty expensive, Hudson. When we came here before, you weren't this generous."

"Bourne! What are you talking about?" Hudson spread his hands, shrugged, and raised an eyebrow. "Not generous? Didn't I treat you the last few times you came over?"

"Sorry..." Byrne scratched his head awkwardly.

Hearing the two say that, Irving became even more curious.

The Emperor's Set Meal?

Could it be a modified version of Korean cuisine?

Something like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?

That's not right. People in South Korea are always so stingy when it comes to cooking. It doesn't seem like they'd be able to make luxurious dishes.

Just as Irving looked on with a puzzled expression.

Two blonde beauties wearing yellow and red waitress uniforms walked out from the kitchen.

The two men, one on each side, carrying fried chicken and beer, approached Irving.

Looking at the exaggerated cleavage between the two, Irving subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

Before he could react, everything in front of him was covered in white.

"Dear guest, please come with me. We have a customized dish that hasn't been served yet, and we need to hear your specific requirements..."

Looking at the two beautiful waitresses in front of him, whose looks were an 8 out of 10 and whose figures were a 10 out of 10, Owen nodded subconsciously.

The next second, he was led by the two men hand in hand towards the restaurant's kitchen.

Seeing Irving's somewhat reserved demeanor, Hudson and Burn, who had anticipated this, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'm dying of laughter, Bourne. How long do you think Irving can last in there?" Hudson asked, clutching his stomach and wiping away tears of laughter from his eyes.

"I think it will take at most ten minutes!" Byrne said seriously. "You know, Hudson, Asians are far behind us in both time and size."

"He can't possibly break my record..."

"Hey, that's hard to say!" Hudson chuckled. "Irving is different from other Asians. I think he can last at least fifteen minutes."

"How about we make a bet?" Bourne asked, unconvinced.

"Fine, I'll bet $1000 that kid can last fifteen minutes!" Hudson waved his hand.

"Fine, if he can last fifteen minutes, I'll admit defeat!"

……

Half an hour later.

Irving, panting heavily, slowly walked out of the kitchen.

Recalling his experience over the past half hour, Irving couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Really opened my eyes!

He would never have imagined that these so-called "Emperor's Set Meals" at Korean restaurants were actually "Emperor's Set Meals".

The kind of package that makes ancient emperors neglect state affairs and only want to indulge in nightly revelry.

Irving wiped the sweat from his forehead, and images from the classic American sitcom "2 Broke Girls" suddenly flashed into his mind.

After experiencing it firsthand, he finally understood some of the hints in the play.

A Korean restaurant with two beautiful and incredibly fit waitresses.

This is hardly a restaurant; it's more like some shady foot massage parlors that are all bark and no bite.

"Kyrie Irving! My hero!"

Just as Irving was stunned, Hudson stood up and burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Irving looked a little embarrassed and walked towards the two of them, supporting his waist.

"How was it?" Hudson raised an eyebrow. "Now you think this Korean restaurant is alright, right?"