Now that everyone was gone, Luke got to work.
Picking up a few knives in the kitchen, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Only one of the Western-style kitchen knives was commonly used, and the rest of the knives were almost brand new.
But this set of knives was a high-end Zwilling Pro series from Shuang Liren. This set alone was worth more than a thousand dollars.
If someone wasn't a chef and didn't like cooking, one could tell how wealthy they were just by looking at their kitchen knives.
A kitchen knife like this, which looked like an ornament, was a very good indicator of its owner's wealth.
Luke gave up on the chef's knife that he used the most, and chose a sande knife that he barely used.
This kind of knife was similar to a chef's knife, and could be used in most situations as long as the technique was good.
With Luke's skills, this knife wasn't much different from a chef's knife.
He marinated the tenderloin in barbecued sauce before he washed and diced the celery, carrots, tomatoes and onions. Then, he dealt with the brisket, steak and pork.
After working for less than ten minutes, a little head popped up at the kitchen door to watch his progress.
Luke didn't even turn around. He simply asked, "Hungry?"
Mindy was curious. "You … didn't go to a chef's school, did you?"
Luke chuckled. "In any case, I've never been to New Oriental."
Mindy asked, "What place?"
Luke said, "The legendary holy land for chefs. As long as you study there, you'll have the kind of cooking skills that women will cry to marry you."
Mindy didn't believe him. "I'd believe you if you said it was a pharmaceutical school, but I've never seen anyone cry while eating."
Luke shrugged. "Just think of it as an advertisement."
Mindy immediately understood. "It's a relatively good chef's school, right?"
Luke said, "Yes, something like that."
After that, he finally turned around. "You're hungry."
This time, he used a declarative sentence.
That was because the little girl's stomach clearly growled a few times, and she even swallowed.
Mindy was finally a little shy. "Well … Dad went out early in the morning to sketch, and I got up late. I thought I might as well buy some groceries and have lunch in advance."
Luke wasn't surprised.
When Mindy brought them drinks, there was nothing in the fridge at all. There was no bread, milk, vegetables, meat, or eggs. It felt like a bachelor's fridge — anorexic.
He temporarily stopped what he was doing and took out some ingredients from the paper bag on the side. He cut them with a few strokes and then fried an egg in a frying pan. He spread some vegetable leaves and tomato slices on top. "I don't have any pickled cucumbers, so this is the only way."
As he spoke, he placed the simple ham and egg sandwich on a plate and placed it on the dining table. "You don't need me to get you milk and cereal, right?"
Mindy stared at him blankly. "You're so skilled. Are you really a chef?"
Those who cooked for a long time and those who rarely cooked would reveal a clear difference in the simplest operation.
Mindy was also an experienced knife user. She could clearly feel how smooth and skillful he was when he used the kitchen knife. It was as if he was playing with a butterfly knife with her.
This was definitely the level of a professional.
Luke started to make lunch again. "It's probably enough to open a second-rate restaurant. The kind that costs about a hundred dollars per person."
Mindy came in. She didn't pour the milk, but took a bite of the sandwich. "It tastes better than what I made myself. Why is that?"
Pondering for two seconds, Luke said, "Things that you don't have to make yourself always taste a little sweeter. So, it's probably because I'm lazy. "
Mindy: "… Thank you."
She understood very well that Luke was the one who helped her.
For the sake of her stomach, she chose to take the blame for being "lazy."
When it was five minutes past twelve, Damon finally returned home with his drawing board and a few large, flat cardboard boxes in his hands.
They were pizza, which was very common in American fast food delivery.
But as soon as he opened the door, he smelled the faint scent of unfamiliar yet familiar food in the air, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Sitting on the couch in the living room, a naked Latin American beauty turned her head.
Seeing him, she smiled naturally and waved her hand. "Hello, Mr. McCreedy. I'm Luke's friend, Selina."
Feeling a lot more at ease, Damon scanned the living room.
Selina seemed to know what he was thinking. "Mindy's in the kitchen. She's probably trying out the food."
Naturally, Luke heard the conversation in the kitchen. He patted the head of the little girl, who was struggling with the brisket. "Your dad's back. Tell him to clean up, and then we can have lunch."
Mindy nodded and jogged out. "Dad, you're back. Hurry up and wash your hands. Lunch is ready. We were just waiting for you. "
Damon: "Huh?"
Five minutes later, the four of them were seated at the dining table. Damon was a little dazed as he looked at the food on the table.
Luke said with a smile, "Mindy said that she hadn't had breakfast yet, and that she was going to buy groceries to cook. So, I took the liberty of dropping by. It doesn't taste good. Don't get your hopes up. "
Damon: "…"
Steak, barbecued pork, tomato brisket, and a stew of celery, carrots, onions, and pork slices.
Apart from the steak, the red and sweet barbecued pork, the equally red and sweet tomato brisket, and the green, white, and red vegetable stew were all mouthwatering.
Selina, on the other hand, comforted herself inwardly. Forget it. Since Luke made it himself, this meal was barely edible.
For her taste buds, which had almost developed an intuition, the shortcomings of these dishes were very obvious.
The barbecued pork hadn't been marinated for long enough, so the taste wasn't deep enough.
The tomato brisket hadn't been simmered for long enough, so the brisket wasn't soft enough.
The quality of the pork in the vegetable stew was average, which lowered the deliciousness of the entire dish.
But this wasn't a problem with Luke's cooking; it was purely a problem of the lack of time, and the father and daughter couldn't tell.
Compared with the father and daughter, who subconsciously sped up after a few mouthfuls, Selina ate as fast and as much as a normal person today, which made her feel even more superior.
It was as if she hadn't eaten such substandard food in several lifetimes. How pitiful! A certain foodie cursed the father and daughter inwardly. She had no idea that she had been able to enjoy a lazy person's meal in the past.
Very soon, all the dishes on the table were gone, and the pizza that Damon had bought had long been forgotten in the living room.
Mindy stayed in the dining room to clear away the dishes.
Damon and Luke sat down in the living room and chatted over coffee.
They talked about how they were doing recently, which was basically, "How are you doing? Very good. How am I doing? That's also very good. "Luke finally changed the subject.
"Damon, it might be rude to say this, but I don't think it's a good idea to leave Mindy alone at home and even ask her to buy lunch ingredients."
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