Chapter 1371 - 409: [A Good Deed a Day]_3

Chapter 1371: Chapter 409: [A Good Deed a Day]_3

What made Chen Yan’s eyes narrow even more was that there was a big bag of something special in the box.

Pieces of irregularly shaped things, similar to rock candy, slowly filled a large bag.

Considering the behavior of that pajama man, you just need to think with your heel to know what it is.

With just this big bag of stuff, if sold, it could be worth tens of thousands of US dollars.

However, Chen Yan didn’t hesitate and went straight to the bathroom, pouring the contents of the bag into the toilet in several batches, flushing repeatedly to wash it away.

After flushing for the third time, the bag was emptied, and he lit a fire, burning the remnants of the bag. He swept the ashes into the toilet and flushed again.

After doing all this, Chen Yan heard the sound of cooking coming from the Chinese restaurant downstairs, the smell of smoke wafting up.

His heart stirred, and after thinking for a moment, he opened the door and went downstairs.

As he walked into the Chinese restaurant, there were not many customers in the small eatery. Uncle Wu quickly leaned out half his body from inside after hearing the automatic bell for incoming customers.

Chen Yan noticed a hint of urgency in Uncle Wu’s eyes, but this Old Deng hid it well.

But upon seeing that it was Chen Yan and not his daughter who came in, a barely perceptible disappointment and anxiety flashed in Uncle Wu’s eyes.

Chen Yan pretended to be nonchalant: "Smelled your cooking, got hungry. What delicious food are you making?"

"Home-style dishes, not for sale in the shop."

Uncle Wu’s tone was very stiff.

Chen Yan pretended not to catch the rejection in Uncle Wu’s words, walked over, and sat at a table — the one closest to the counter.

"Don’t be so stingy. What good food are you cooking, make me a portion, I’ll pay for it."

"..."

Uncle Wu gave Chen Yan a deep look, suppressed the anxiety in his eyes, snorted, and turned back into the kitchen.

Soon, he brought out a plate of Mu Shu Pork.

Chen Yan’s eyes lit up. He picked up a piece of wood ear fungus with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, chewing a few times: "Old Wu, your skills are really good, this Mu Shu Pork is cooked with a nice burnt aroma."

"Just home-style cooking."

"This dish is quite tasty, why not put it on the menu?"

"I said it’s home-style, it’s what my family eats for dinner in the evening." Uncle Wu shook his head.

Chen Yan knew this guy was really worried about his daughter.

It was understandable.

He didn’t cause a massacre in the villa but secretly set a fire, interrupted that wild party with the fire outbreak, and indirectly stopped the pajama man’s improper intentions towards his daughter.

Once the fire alarm went off and the police and fire trucks arrived, Angie wouldn’t actually be in any danger.

After experiencing a fire, neither the pajama man nor the others at the party would be in any mood to seek further amusement.

Without lifting a knife or gun, he solved his daughter’s crisis.

But, after all, it’s his daughter, and as long as Angie hadn’t returned home, Old Wu was still deeply worried.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, Angie returned.

The girl came back in a police car.

The girl lost her coat, didn’t have money on her — her money was in her coat.

Worst of all, her phone was also lost.

After the police understood her situation, a police car brought her home.

The two officers who got out, one of them a policewoman, was the black policewoman who had been talking to Angie before Chen Yan left.

After the police came in, Angie’s attitude was obviously a bit fearful — the clear look of a child dreading facing their parents after causing trouble.

The police said a few words to Uncle Wu, explaining the situation...

At this moment, Uncle Wu’s acting made Chen Yan truly admire him!

Uncle Wu’s face immediately showed an expression of surprise and anger, just right.

He shouted loudly, walked over, grabbed Angie with one hand, and began to scold her.

"I told you not to mingle with those kinds of people! Why did you go to someone’s party? Didn’t you say you were going to see a movie with friends this afternoon!!"

After scolding a few sentences, he anxiously and tensely checked Angie for any injuries.

For a moment, the emotions of a father—’anger, worry, and a few traces of fear’—were perfectly displayed in him.

Moreover, the layers were rich, and the progression of emotions was naturally smooth.

This Old Wu, damn, is an Oscar-worthy actor!

Chen Yan, sitting at the table eating Mu Shu Pork and watching the show, couldn’t help but give Old Wu a thumbs-up in his heart.

American police can’t be bothered with these family affairs — if it were the police from Dragon Country, they might have even given them a lecture, but the American police just registered Old Wu’s phone number and turned away.

Chen Yan later found out that the fact they were willing to drive Angie home was already unusual — American police don’t generally have that ’serve the people’ mindset.

The reason they were willing to drive her back was partly because that black female police officer felt sorry for her.

But more importantly, Angie reported another officer’s name: Hawke.

The same officer who stopped Chen Yan’s car on the roadside this afternoon to check his license.

Slam!

A bowl of rice was placed in front of Chen Yan by Old Wu, who pointed at the rice bowl and the plate of dishes on the table.

"Take it upstairs to eat, and tomorrow bring me back the dishes and utensils; I need to have a good talk with my daughter!"

Seeing Old Wu’s stern face, Chen Yan smiled, said nothing more, obediently carried the plate and rice bowl, and went upstairs.

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The black box with the money was placed by Chen Yan in the room, hidden under the bed. Chen Yan sat on the bed and finished eating a plate of Mu Shu Pork and a bowl of rice.