"I'm sorry Mr. Berman. If I had a conversation, I hope my lawyer can be present!" Bei Hai threw this sentence directly.

The meaning is obvious. It is okay to ask me to take a step back. Let’s talk to my lawyer. Then everyone will put out the biggest code in their hands in person. If it is suitable, we will settle it privately. If it is not suitable, we will continue to meet in court.

Hearing Bei Hai say this, Berman had to say: "I'm glad to share my views with you. I hope we can have a face-to-face chat with Gloucester if we have the chance!"

This is the scene!

Berman knew that he would not be able to talk about anything after further talk. It was not that Berman didn't want to settle privately, but that it was impossible to talk about it by himself. Even if Bei Hai wins, it would be the police station. If he comes forward, he will put himself in. Who would be so stupid as a political bastard? Although the sheriff brought it up by himself, he should let him block the bullet himself when he should block the bullet, let alone the bullet he had brought it himself.

When Berman was taming this idiot sheriff in his office just now, he was so angry that he heard the idiot's defense that he didn't expect Bei Hai to sue.

Berman thought to himself: If you idiot can think of it, you wouldn't be sent to this small town! Did you think a Chinese would sue a white sheriff? Decades ago, the whole country was still anti-Semitic. Who would you dare to yell at robbing, smashing, and robbing some Jewish super rich people?

The only people in this country is the most difficult to deal with. The amount of difficult to deal with depends on the depth of the pocket! Berman knows that this is because he is also a difficult rich man, worth more than five million US dollars!

After humming for a few words, Bei Hai hung up the phone.

The call was quite loud, and Matt and Qi Yiming both understood Daqing's meaning.

Qi Yiming joked to Bei Hai: "The mayor called to settle this matter. You actually spoke in this tone and dragged it out and beat it to death fifty times!"

"I'm the mayor. Ignoring him is just that." Bei Hai said in the pocket where he put the phone in: "Besides, I have lived for more than 20 years and I haven't sued the government yet. Why do I feel a sense of pleasure when I call this time!"

"People with deep pockets are boring!" Matt shook his head and said. The pockets in English refer to rich people.

Qi Yiming looked at Bei Hai and stretched his head to the smoked room, and quickly said, "Hurry up and put the pickled fish in the smoked room!"

Bei Hai went to find gloves after hearing Qi Yiming's words. Now he is not on the boat, and Bei Hai is not the captain. Naturally, he can't steal too much laziness in this job.

After finding a stack of leather long-sleeved gloves and putting them on, Bei Hai walked to Matt and Qi Yiming. There was a big box in front of the three of them.

Huh! After a look, Bei Hai sighed directly. The plastic box was almost a box of fish strips, and it was seen that it was longer than an adult's arms and the thickness of a wrist.

Bei Hai knew that this was the meat of bluefin tuna. However, the color was not as good as it was fresh, but it looked when it was fresh. The worst one when it was fresh was dark pink. The good one was close to rose red and translucent, and it was beautiful like jelly. However, the meat now lost its transparency and was a little dark.

"Is the marinated one a little over? Without the crystal spirit of the bluefin meat, the grade suddenly dropped a few layers?" Bei Hai felt a little dissatisfied with the flesh color. His high-end appearance was not preserved.

"How to smoke the water in the meat without marinating it?" Matt looked at Bei Hai and explained it only one sentence, and said no more: "Hurry up, take out the meat. It has been marinated for five or six days, and the delicious marinade has all penetrated into the meat. Now it's time to enter the smoked room! Guys, the smoked fish passed down by Morgan's family is about to start entering the smoked room."

Matt's yelling and shouting advertisements made Bei Hai and Qi Yiming laugh.

"Hurry up and work!" Matt urged.

When Qi Yiming and Bei Hai heard this, they lifted a strip of fish with one hand and walked towards the smoked room.

"Because it should be placed like this, the circle is the smallest!" Bei Hai stood next to the smoke house again, and put the two meat trays in his hand into two balls and placed them on a smoke rack made of iron wire. The smoke rack is equivalent to a small partition on the upper and lower part, with a large mesh hole on it, which is conducive to the passage of smoke.

Qi Yiming looked up at the two pieces that were placed by Bei Hai and said disdainfully: "Did your mathematics be taught by the vocal teacher? It has the smallest area! Look at how many pieces you are placed in a layer of layers, and how many pieces you can be placed in a straight line like me, you can see it yourself."

After hearing Qi Yiming's words, Bei Hai looked at the other person's floor, and then saw that the six pieces of his floor were really almost full. Qi Yiming could at least put five or six more points there, and there was no need to say anything, but he was still putting too many.

"The math teacher hurt me!" Bei Hai directly pushed the reason to the math teacher's head, and then began to separate the laid pieces of meat.

It took almost half an hour to put the fish strips in two large boxes, plus some whole fish that should be hung, and all the swayings that should be placed into the smoked room.

"Okay! Let's start smoking!" After putting on the last fish, Bei Hai looked at the smoked room full of the top floor with satisfaction, and said to Matt.

After shouting for a few times, Matt nodded. Bei Hai and Qi Yiming turned to look for Old Matt. When they turned around, they found Old Matt squatting next to three plastic pockets, holding a note-like thing in their hands, and stretching their heads and lying with words.

Bei Hai turned his head and joked at Qi Yiming next to him, "Look, you have to chant spells when you smoke a fish, Matt is too dedicated!"

The two of them walked towards Matt as they spoke.

"After reciting the mantra? After reciting, start smoking quickly. Bei Hai and I have never seen how to make smoked fish." Qi Yiming squatted down and said in the three pockets in front of Matt.

When Bei Hai stretched out his head, he found that the three pockets in front of Matt were filled with wood chips, very thin and slim.

"What spell, I'm reading the recipe." Matt shook his head at the two of them, carefully closed the notebook in his hand, and placed it on the small table next to him with his hands.

"Recipe!" Bei Hai became interested when he heard the recipe: "Can I take a look?"

Matt picked up the notebook and put it on Bei Hai's hand like a baby, and then solemnly reminded: "Please be careful, this is the recipe left by my mother when she was alive. Every time I smoke fish, I will follow the records above, and some of the ones behind were added by my wife."

After hearing what Matt said, Bei Hai knew that the notebook in his hand was very important to the old Matt. He wouldn't say anything else about the recipes above to come to the two very important women in his old man's life. Think about the meaning of it.

Bei Hai sat directly on the grass next to him and flipped up the notebook from scratch. The one in front should have been written by Matt's mother. The old man's handwriting was not very good, but fortunately it was still neat. This note is really a recipe. It is written with some home-cooked methods. It uses the fire to put the ingredients and use them. It is very detailed. The smallest note in the back is very beautiful. Because it should be Matt's wife's handwriting, he also wrote more than a dozen dishes.

Having lived in the United States for many years, Bei Hai has heard of the family-born recipe. Many American families have such recipes. The mother records them and then pass them on to her daughter or daughter-in-law. Then, it is passed on to her, and some of them can be passed on for generations. I have heard of them, but I have never seen them. Today, Bei Hai has seen them with my own eyes.

Although the recordings of some home-cooked dishes, such as single-pot pasta, beef cream mushroom soup, etc., is not very complicated to make, this small menu is not the complete expression of the dishes described above. Bei Hai believes that this thing can be more valuable to Matt than his house. From the moment he saw Matt flipping it, he could release one or two of them carefully.

Carefully closed the recipe, put it back to its original place, Bei Hai asked Matt, "What are you going to do?"

"Mix three kinds of wood chips in a certain proportion, so that the smoked fish will have an excellent taste. These three kinds of wood chips are soft maple, white pine and white oak, which are easier to smoke in proportion. Moreover, the smoked fish have a unique woody taste!..."

Matt said it was quite exciting, but it was obviously about the rhythm of the bull playing the piano. He was aligned with two people who had never eaten smoked fish several times, saying that these things were obviously talked about by chickens and ducks.
Chapter completed!