Chapter 531 New York Chinese Restaurant

Zhao Yan came to New York this time and was dressed in a formal manner. He changed into a T-shirt and jeans, and put on a slim suit. He showed off his toned figure and had white hair in a shawl, making him look very handsome.

After he sent the invitation letter to the reporters, he immediately took his men to the luxury car that had been prepared. Just looking at the back, he looked very graceful.

The reporters also noticed a detail, that is, before getting on the car, Zhao Yan reached out to the security guard who opened the car door for him and expressed his gratitude.

As they watched a convoy of black cars driving out of the airport, the reporters present lost the momentum of coming.

Originally, these reporters were all holding on to their senses and wanted to fight Zhao Yan, have a verbal battle, and then publish it in the newspaper, which made them seem so capable.

However, Zhao Yan's behavior made them lose their place of use. He felt like he hit the cotton with a punch. Instead, the young back impressed the reporter.

"Is this Prime Minister Zhao Yan really killing people like the legend? Is he the new tyrant of Nanladan?"

"I feel like a handsome big boy next door, not like the legendary one!"

Although these reporters all had preconceived ideas and even had some prejudices and purposes, Zhao Yan's appearance and practices slightly changed their impression.

When they looked at the invitation letter in their hands, someone thought to themselves, "Maybe we should really look at it before we can make a decision!"

Sure enough, on that night, news reports from various American countries seemed much more friendly to the contents of Nan Ladan and Zhao Yan.

The hats that were originally placed on Zhao Yan's head now have question marks on the back, and it is obvious that the reporters have reflected on it!

In that era, the newly emerging online media gave Zhao Yan a more welcoming attitude towards the young prime minister, and used an article titled "Big Boy Prime Minister from Africa" ​​to report a lot of detailed content about Zhao Yan in Nan Laden!

This online report is accompanied by a picture of the escort fighter pilot making saluting actions. The respectful look makes people feel quite shocking.

This online report should have been posted by female reporter Alola under her other pseudonyms, but looking at the comments below, they are quite positive.

In the evening, Zhao Yan sat in the Rudolph Hotel in New York, looked at the reports and nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that these media are not a monolithic, and most media people still have consciences!" Alola said approvingly.

Zhao Yan nodded, "This is also thanks to your efforts. You are developing into online media. This is right. In the future, traditional media will gradually lose their luster, and online media instant news will dominate the world!"

This is the first time that Alola chose to post on the online media. She is also vaguely optimistic about the online media, but she never expected that Zhao Yan was so optimistic about the online media!

"I feel like you have eyes that travel through time and space!" Alola said with emotion.

"Maybe I'm just traveling through time and space!" Zhao Yan joked.

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

"I'll go and have a look." Chang Xianfu walked over and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, a black girl jumped in. When she saw Chang Xianfu, she clasped her fists and said in a not-standard Chinese language, "Hello, senior brother!"

Chang Xianfu quickly replied, "Junior Sister Evelyn, why are you here?"

Evelyn smiled and said, "This time my grandfather was also invited to attend the United Nations conference. I heard that the master was coming, so I also quarreled with him."

"Mr. Madeira is here?" Zhao Yan hurried over, "I'll visit you now!"

"No need to bother, I'll come here!" While speaking, Madeira walked in from outside, holding a newspaper in his hand and said, "Looking at these reports, I seemed to see that at the General Assembly of the Non-Administrative Council, all member states will agree to restore your seat in Nan Laden!"

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Mr. Madeira, if this is the case, it will be thanks to your help!"

"It's not my credit, it's all what you and the people of South Laden deserve!"

While they were greeting, Uncle Sam walked in and he also knew Madeira.

Uncle Sam smiled, "Mr. Madeira, I went to arrange the dinner just now, why don't you attend together!"

Madeira smiled and said, "You young people, I will rest early and I will go to the meeting tomorrow morning."

"Oh well."

The dinner arranged by Uncle Sam is a famous Chinese restaurant in New York. It looks very Chinese, but the taste is not so authentic.

All of the people here are good friends, Zhao Yan was in a good mood and smiled, "Actually, when I was free, I like to cook some food! When I was in my hometown, I invented two medicinal dishes!"

"Is that true? What is medicinal food? I haven't heard of it!"

"That's a dish that can cure diseases after eating!" Zhao Yan was in a good mood and said, "I'll go and see if I can borrow a kitchen so that you can try my skills!"

When he went to the restaurant's kitchen, he certainly agreed. Zhao Yan immediately put on an apron and went to the kitchen to cook two side dishes.

His cooking skills may not be very high, but he carries spiritual flesh and some condiments obtained from another world. These things can be put into the dishes, and as long as people who are not too stupid, they can make delicious meals!

Not long after, Zhao Yan served two dishes he made, one was a stir-fried pork in the palace and the other was a pickled fish.

Uncle Sam and the others didn’t believe in the medicinal diet. In their opinion, food is food, how can it be cured?

Also, no one takes Zhao Yan's cooking skills seriously!

But when these two dishes were served on the table, they were all stunned when they ate them.

"My God, this is simply a dish from heaven. How could there be such a delicious dish!"

Evelyn took a few bites and shouted loudly, "Master, can I pretend to be a little bit of this soup? I want my grandfather to taste it too. It's so delicious!"

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Of course, I have cooked a large pot of this pickled fish soup!"

"It's so delicious!" The female reporter Alola also had her eyes curled up.

Seeing that they were eating happily at this table, there was a table of young white diners next to them, and they also spoke, "We want the same portion!"

The waiters in the restaurant couldn't make Zhao Yan's flavor, but Zhao Yan made a lot of pickled fish soup, and a lot of the soup left in the pot.

The chef at the restaurant tasted it was really delicious, so he used the remaining soup to make a serving of pickled fish for the table next door.

In this way, the young people next door were also smiling.

After inquiring again, these young people found out that Zhao Yan was also the Prime Minister of the Emirates of Nanladan. They hurriedly came up to ask for a photo, and Zhao Yan also agreed one by one.
Chapter completed!