American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1408 Ravioli

"Not at all. On the contrary, this news makes me more nervous." Rossi was a little angry after learning the identity of the girl who was following him from Jack's retelling.

Jack was a little confused and joked with him, "You should look on the bright side of things. At least it's not your ex-wife asking you for money again."

Although it is now roughly certain that Rossi is safe, Jack still chooses to stay in his villa guest room that night.

Although Los Angeles in this world has not yet experienced a wildfire like the one in Jack's previous life that almost burned down the wealthy areas of Los Angeles, small-scale fires occur almost every year in California.

In fact, let alone the western cities, even Long Island, New York, where Jack often stays now, had a large-scale wildfire not long ago, which almost affected the Francis Gabreski Air Force Base near Westhampton.

This is certainly related to the United States' unique geographical environment of vast land and sparse population, but it also reflects to some extent the rapid decline of national organization during the twilight of the empire.

In early summer, the daytime temperature in Los Angeles can reach 35 or 36 degrees, but it is still relatively cool at night. Although Beverly Hills is not big, it still has its own microclimate.

Late at night, two men were smoking cigars on a lounge chair in the backyard of the villa, enjoying the cool breeze and admiring the night view of the city below the mountain.

Jack was wondering whether he should suggest Rossi to find a more reliable insurance company to buy fire insurance that would not be easily revoked, but he didn't know how to steer the topic.

Rossi sulked there for a long time before the expression on his face gradually changed from gloomy to bright. Of course, the reason he was angry was not because Jack had just made fun of his failed marriages.

Although the old man was a bit romantic in the first half of his life - of course he is still quite romantic now, but he is still very serious about marriage, otherwise he would not have been married and divorced three times.

There were various reasons for the failure of his three marriages, but fortunately he was lucky and did not meet the kind of people who were determined to steal his gold coins. Overall, he managed to escape unscathed.

Perhaps the only regret is that none of his three ex-wives left him with any children.

But this is not what Rossi is worried about at the moment. "The matter of that girl, Joey Struthers, still needs to be resolved."

Jack flicked the ash off his cigarette, not understanding why the old man looked so worried. "Maybe she just wants to get some guidance from you, a senior writer."

"Do you believe what you said?" Rossi sneered, "I really don't want to get entangled with this freak anymore."

Jack felt there was a story behind this and subconsciously sat up from the recliner, "Have you ever encountered something similar?"

"There was one time when I showed what I thought was enough goodwill, but in return the woman filled my house with her manuscripts." Rossi was full of resentment when he talked about this.

Jack was stunned when he heard this. "You said the other party broke in here?"

"No, it was at my house in DC (Washington, D.C.), six times in total. It was devastating." Rossi's voice rose several notches when he said this.

"She blamed her failure on me and the so-called capital, believing that she was suppressed by the joint efforts of interest groups. The last time she even tried to threaten me with a knife." It seemed that he had heard a similar story on a novel forum called "Xkong" in his previous life. Jack picked up the red wine in the ice bucket and added some to the old man's glass and his own glass, and asked excitedly, "What happened next?"

"Nothing happened. I sent her to prison and she won't be released for at least two years." Rossi said unhappily.

Jack couldn't help but sighed. "OK, I understand. I'll go talk to Ms. Joy Struthers. If she's really a lunatic, I'll send her to a mental hospital or prison."

Seeing Rossi looking at him with wide eyes, Jack raised his hands helplessly, "It's just a joke, but I promise I'll handle it properly. You know, there's no pretty girl I can't handle.

If all else fails, I know where in Joshua Tree National Park you can bury someone so that they won’t be easily discovered—ok, this is still a joke.”

"This is the first time I've noticed you're so good at joking." Rossi drank the wine in his glass unhappily, stood up and said, "Well, I should go to bed. It's not easy to feel a little sleepy at my age."

"You just can't sleep alone." Jack raised his glass and watched the old man go back to the house.

The next morning, the aroma coming from the kitchen woke Rossi from his sleep. After washing up and changing out of his pajamas, the old man walked into the restaurant. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still very happy.

Italians usually give people the impression of being lazy. Although they like delicious food, they pay more attention to dinner. Their breakfast and lunch are much more casual.

But this impression is only half right. Southern Italy, located on the Apennine Peninsula, has a rugged terrain. Although its agricultural history is longer because of the nutrient-rich volcanic ash brought by volcanoes, it cannot resist the two fertile plains in the north.

In 1453 AD, Constantinople was captured by the Ottoman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire was declared destroyed. A large number of Byzantine nobles and wealthy businessmen fled to northern Italy, bringing with them the culture and knowledge accumulated by Byzantium over thousands of years.

The northern plains, which were originally covered with swamps, were developed, and agriculture and industry both achieved tremendous growth, laying the foundation for the unification of Italy by the Kingdom of Sardinia centered on Turin and the Red Shirts after the Age of Discovery.

Therefore, although many people think of the mafia from Sicily when they mention Italy, in fact the differences between the north and south of Italy are no less than those between the northern and southern states of the United States, and even the eating habits are very different.

Compared to the south, the famous pasta and pizza do not seem to be as popular among northern Italians, where risotto and polenta are more common staple foods.

Of course northerners also eat noodles, but usually not noodles, but "tortellini" and "ravioli" which are similar to Serious wontons and dumplings.

Especially the "tortellini", which at first glance look almost identical to ravioli.

When Jack served the "tortellini" stuffed with fresh pork, mortadella, prosciutto, eggs and Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese in chicken broth, he even saw tears in Rossi's eyes.

"It's unbelievable." The old man ate breakfast with tears in his eyes, and his previous bad mood was swept away.

"Don't keep looking at me like that. Although I know your sexual orientation, it can still easily lead to misunderstandings." Jack said while driving to the Federal Building.

(End of this chapter)