pjbooks Chapter 143 Is this themed party healthy?
Chapter 143 Is this themed party healthy?
Chapter 143 Is this themed party healthy?
But the next second, Ma Jieke realized he had been presumptuous.
Are you a celebrity? They're even stalking you...
He casually picked up a porcelain plate from the table, and started putting food on it as he walked towards his old acquaintance.
To be fair, while Lao Mei isn't picky about food, she's really generous with the ingredients.
Ma Jie first got a thick-cut steak, grilling it until it sizzled and dripped with oil, which looked very appetizing.
Don't worry about eating the legendary plant-based beef, because here, plant-based meat is more expensive than real beef.
The former mainly targets high-end health, environmental protection, or vegetarian consumers, and its production scale cannot be compared with traditional animal husbandry.
When you eat at a chain fast food restaurant, a beef burger might cost $8, while a plant-based beef burger might cost $12.
As for the price of raw beef, it's about $4 for 500 grams in the supermarket, which is a pretty good price.
Based on the principle of earning and spending dollars, this price, when applied to China, is, without exaggeration or bias, cheaper than frozen chicken breast.
But that doesn’t mean you can eat whatever you want. Although the raw materials are cheap, the technology and hard work involved are basically far superior to those of the University of Tokyo.
First of all, other countries allow about 4000 kinds of food additives to be used, far exceeding the approximately 1500 kinds allowed in China.
Many additives that are banned in other countries, such as potassium bromate (a carcinogen), brominated vegetable oil (damaging to the nervous system), and Red No. 3 dye (potentially carcinogenic), are still legal in the United States.
Secondly, it is not mandatory to list all additives. The law allows some additives to be omitted from the ingredient list, such as the well-known clenbuterol.
In China, you must clearly state what you added, and if you don't, the product will be taken down.
Therefore, the ingredient list of imported food products that you see in China is often twice as long as it is in the country of origin.
The cleanliness you see is not because nothing was added, but simply because nothing was written.
The food is like this, and the drinks are not much different. Various sweet drinks usually contain an additive called high fructose corn syrup.
This additive is not only cheap, but also very sweet and addictive.
Drinking this stuff long-term will inevitably lead to obesity, diabetes, and insulin resistance.
According to statistics, Chinese people consume approximately 75 grams of food additives annually.
The American's is 420 grams, which is double the amount.
In this light, technology and ruthless skills are nothing compared to the power of a prisoner like Li Mei. You'd have to kneel down and call her your ancestor.
For the sake of his health, Ma Jie skipped the fried chicken and fries and grabbed a tortilla, half a plate of vegetable salad, and a few fresh cherry tomatoes.
As for cheesecake and apple pie, try to avoid them if possible. The key is that Yun Tian Gou Tian doesn't eat any of them.
Looking back at Franklin, I realized this guy really didn't have any dietary restrictions; his plate was piled high with ham, roast chicken, steak, and creamy macaroni, almost overflowing.
When they reached the beverage machine, the girl who was making juice finally spotted Ma Jieke.
"Jack?" The other person seemed quite surprised. After all, Los Angeles is such a big city, it's not easy for two people to bump into each other.
"Hi, Donya." Someone greeted her insincerely, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the Russian woman was dressed in a sexy black motorcycle outfit, with metal studs covering the lapel of her leather jacket.
The zipper was open, and a small white tank top wrapped around the bouncy White Rabbit candy. However, it was probably too small, as it felt like it was about to burst.
"Are you out for a motorcycle trip?" Ma Jie quickly realized why she was in a motel.
"That's right, I just set off this afternoon, planning to cycle all the way from Santa Monica to Chicago, crossing Route 66."
Route 66, with a total length of 3939 kilometers, is as popular as the East Coast National Highway 318 for self-driving tours.
"My god, that sounds so cool, all alone?"
"Yes," Donya explained with a smile, "I originally had a companion, but I was stood up before I set off. But it doesn't matter, I'm more free on my own."
"Awesome." Ma Jie couldn't help but give a thumbs up, knowing that this was in the free United States, not in China.
A girl traveling alone on a motorcycle for a long distance is really conspicuous.
But then again, with her physique, as strong as a mother bear, if she really gets into trouble, it's hard to say who will be the one to suffer.
The two got their drinks and found a table to sit down. Tonya looked at him curiously: "And you, Jack, are you also on a trip?"
"Me?" Ma Jie pointed to his nose: "I'm not as dashing as you. I'm here for work. See this black guy next to me? He's an excellent employee at Ximen Motorcycle Shop. If you want to buy a motorcycle or have any maintenance or repair needs, you can go to him."
"What are you standing there for, Franklin? Take out your business card."
After receiving Xiao Fu's business card, Donya smoothed her bright silver hair and said, "Wow, this bike shop is really famous. The Nagasaki Gear I'm riding now is quite old. I'll definitely have it properly repaired after my ride. I'll leave it to your friend then."
Xiao Fu was overjoyed to have gained another high-quality client. After all, what salesperson would complain about having too many clients in their contact list?
The three chatted as they ate, and when the meal was almost over, Donya suggested going to the Old Friend Bar next door for a drink.
Franklin wholeheartedly agreed, firstly because he loved drinking, and secondly because such an opportunity to be invited by a pretty girl was rare.
Ma Jieke strongly disagreed with this, because last time at Happy Hour Bar, he and Jimmy, along with more than ten others, were completely subdued by her alone.
Girls from the Russian people are so simple and unpretentious. It is said that local children start drinking alcohol to keep warm when they are seven or eight years old, and by their teens, they can drink vodka like water.
But considering there's really not much entertainment around here, I might as well go check it out; having a few beers shouldn't be a problem.
Just as they reached the bar entrance, a burly man blocked the doorway: "Hey, you need to buy a ticket to join the party."
After saying that, he glanced at Donya again, swallowing hard as he said, "The girl is free."
"That can't be right. The chubby lady at your front desk told me that beer and small cakes are provided free of charge."
"That's right." In response to Ma Jie's question, the burly man crossed his arms and replied, "But you need to buy a ticket to enter the bar, ten dollars per person."
Damn it, are you trying to scam me here? Don't try to advertise it as free, okay? By your logic, Disney is free too, as long as you buy a wristband first.
"Alright, alright, here you go." I was too lazy to argue with him, mainly because I didn't want to spoil everyone's fun.
I successfully entered the bar, which was quite spacious and had a retro Western-style layout. Even the bartenders were dressed as cowboys.
There was even a live band, with several elderly black men who looked a lot like Morgan Freeman playing guitar, bass, and saxophone on stage.
Authentic old blues, also known as blues, is a musical style that emphasizes casualness and improvisation.
Upon seeing the three guests of different skin colors enter, everyone glanced at them, intentionally or unintentionally.
Especially Majac and Tonya, one a tall, imposing Asian man and the other a Russian woman even taller than him, a typical oddball duo, yet incredibly intimidating.
"Not bad, guys." The cowboy bartender was an older white man with a angular, granite-like face. Despite his age, he looked quite stylish.
"Sir, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Clint Eastwood?"
MaJack unlocks his "Social Cow" form, allowing him to chat with anyone, whether they know him or not, and the key is that North American players really enjoy this.
"Many, especially female guests over 45." The other person wasn't modest at all, looking around in turn: "What would you like to drink?"
"Draft beer," Ma Jie said, and Xiao Fu followed up, "Me too."
After they ordered their drinks, Tonya clicked her tongue dismissively: "Vodka, large, neat, no ice."
The old bartender paused for a moment, then turned on the metal handle of the beer dispenser, turned around and took out vodka from the liquor cabinet, pouring a full glass.
The three were having a drink and chatting when the music suddenly stopped.
A plump woman walked up from the audience; she was the same chubby, dark-skinned woman who had been watching soap operas in front of the stage earlier.
She took the microphone from the lead singer and shouted in a strong voice, "Everybody, welcome to all the guests who have come from afar. Your presence makes Old Friends Bar shine. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Ola Brightman, one of the partners of this motel. As you all probably know, we are having a themed party tonight."
"Now I'll reveal the answer: the party's name is 'The Ultimate Showdown of Iron Man'!"
A battle of tough guys? Ma Jieke was a little flustered. What kind of crap is this? It sounds so cheesy and makes one think of bayonet fighting.
Even if you called it something as common and cliché as "Date Night," I wouldn't bother criticizing you.
Look at your pathetic state. If you stood on the stage, you'd look like a paint bucket come to life.
You still want to charge me ten yuan for this? How can you be so shameless!
The other customers in the bar reacted similarly to Ma Jie; some were stunned, while others showed no interest whatsoever.
"What?" Feeling as if her pride had been hurt, Aura put her hands on her hips, since she couldn't find her waist: "Give me some reaction, friends."
After a few scattered rounds of applause, she seemed to regain her confidence: "Ahem, actually the rules are very simple, just a few small games that test your strength."
"The first challenge is to deliver a powerful punch. See that punching power testing machine in the corner? Guests who consider themselves tough guys can sign up on the spot to participate. Each person will throw two punches, and the highest score will be recorded."
"Third place winner receives a free hotel room, second place winner receives a gas station voucher worth 200 yuan, and the champion receives a $500 USD award, redeemable on the spot!"
"Anyone want to try their hand at it? Come on, baby."
After she announced the rewards, the several burly men who were engrossed in drinking all stood up at once.
Just kidding, who wouldn't participate if it's free? You don't lose if you lose, and you make a fortune if you win.