Chapter 214

Chapter 214 wants to know Ambrose had a little headache, a little frustration, and a little unspeakable feeling.

For a moment he did not know what to do.

Alva said, “Ambrose, I’ll ask my teacher.”

Call Callahan.

Five minutes later, Alva looked at him. “The teacher told me about a breakfast place with special hot dogs and pasta. Ambrose should try it.”

“All right.”

What else could he say?

They got into the car, Alva said the name of the shop, and the driver quickly dropped them off.

Alva, get out. Look at the name.

It’s delicious.

Well, that’s a very trendy name.

Ambrose frowned.

That’s a good name.

“Ambrose,” Alva said, “this is the store.”

“Go in.”

“HMM.”

Two people go in.

Although it was past breakfast time, there were still many guests inside.

Alva found an empty seat and soon the waiter came over. “What can I get you?”

Alva said, “What’s your specialty here?”

“French hot dogs, spaghetti.”

“One of these two, then.”

“All right.”

The waiter leaves.

Ambrose looked at Alva, “You’re not eating?”

“Well, I had bread this morning.”

Ambrose leaned back in his chair and looked at her with a smile on his face. “I was just wondering what you ate in the morning. You’ve been here so long that you didn’t know where to find breakfast.

“Not really,” says Alva.

Ambrose raised his eyebrows. “Anything else?”

“Well, bread three times a day will kill your appetite.”

“So?”

“We usually order takeout at noon and in the evening.”

Ambrose stopped talking.

A person, you do not touch her, do not know her, only from the mouth of outsiders to judge a person is very inaccurate.

Alva had been Uriah’s ex–wife in Ambrose’s mind before he knew her.

But after contact, he found that this person more and more makes you want to contact her, want to know her.

It’s like you have a circle in your head with nothing in it, but one day, you’ll want to fill that circle.

Otherwise, it’s uncomfortable.

That’s how Ambrose feels now.

Alva did not notice Ambrose’s gaze.

She looked around and saw someone filling the soup, which was milky white and looked good.

Alva said, “Ambrose, I’m going to get two bowls of soup.”

Try it.

“HMM.”

Alva got up, went to the soup place, and brought two bowls of soup.

Ambrose got up, took a bowl, smelled it, and said, “Noodle soup?”

“It seems so.”

Alva took a sip. It was noodle soup, but it was delicious, with a clear sweetness.

“It’s delicious.”

Ambrose also took a sip and said, “Nice.”

The waiter brought the pasta and hot dogs.

Pasta in front of him, hot dog in the middle.

Ambrose said: “Eat a few, I can’t eat all by myself.”

Alva looked at the little hot dog. It was steaming hot. It was smelling good.

She picked one up with a fork, tasted it, and said, “Yes, it’s much better than a regular hot dog.”

Ambrose took one and ate it.

It’s really different from what I used to eat.

Alva ate two.

The remaining four Ambrose were eaten, and so was the noodles.

No waste at all.

Ambrose laughed, “and said that while eating and discussing, this delicious food, forget the business.”

“We speak now,” Alva said.

“OK.”

“The day before yesterday, I went to understand the situation of the old craft, whether it is the craft or the product is very good, very profound, more unique than most things on the market, and have a taste.”

“Now that you’re here, I’ll contact Philip and show you his shop and his factory.”

Say $10,000 isn’t worth seeing in person.

So, the best thing is to see for yourself.

Ambrose nodded, “You can contact him, I will go back to the hotel to rest, we will come this afternoon.”

Alva remembered that Ambrose had been on a plane for more than ten hours.

“All right, Ambrose.”

The two go back to the hotel.

Their car had just stopped at the hotel, and a car behind them had also stopped at the hotel.