Luke took a picture of the simple breakfast on his phone and sent it to Selina. He then picked up his chopsticks and began to enjoy the food.
Selina replied almost instantly, "What are you making? It looks really delicious. "
Sipping the noodles, Luke replied with one hand, "Noodles and twice-cooked pork."
Selina replied instantly again: "???!!!"
Luke took another picture of the "simple noodles" that had already been touched, and the noodles were clearly visible.
Thousands of kilometers away, Selina swallowed and mumbled, "That's impossible. How can you make noodles like this? I really want to eat it. "
She wasn't very interested in the twice-cooked pork, but she was salivating at the sight of this bowl of noodles.
Gold Nugget, who had been watching TV on the side of the bed, pricked its ears and immediately got up. It looked at the picture on her phone and started drooling. "Wah, wah, wah?"
Selina was vexed. "That bastard Luke tricked us all into coming back, so he could hide in New York and cook delicious food."
"Awoo!" Gold Nugget nodded crazily.
It had already seen the prawns, the king crab, and the red sauce. This was definitely its dish.
Gritting her teeth, Selina sent Luke a message. "When I get back, you have to make me three … no, five meals of noodles."
Luke spat out the shrimp shell, which flew several meters before landing in the trash can.
He was the only one at home, and he could finally play this childish game of spitting out shells.
He simply replied to Selina's request, "No problem. You can eat until you puke."
Gold Nugget whined!
Selina relayed the dog head's words. "Gold Nugget wants equal treatment."
Luke quickly refused. "It can only eat three meals at most."
Gold Nugget whined. It could count.
Selina said, "It's asking why it only eats three meals."
Luke said, "Because it can only eat without puking. I can't make noodles for it for the rest of my life."
Thinking of eating noodles for the rest of her life, Selina immediately stood firmly on Luke's side. She turned around and said to the dog head, "Hm, I also think that three meals is enough for you."
Gold Nugget whined?
Selina said, "No way! I don't want to eat noodles for the rest of my life. "
Gold Nugget sulkily returned to the doghouse next to the bed and continued watching TV.
Forget it, forget it. Don't think too much about it. It's best to watch the drama. There's everything in the drama! It comforted itself.
In the TV series, a wild boar was being roasted until it was dripping with oil. It wanted to drool again.
It decided to let Selina take it to roast wild boars in the next two days. Anyway, there were a lot of wild boars around the ranch. No one would notice if it ate a hundred of them.
However, the dog head forgot one thing. Selina didn't know how to cook. She didn't even know how to roast a pig.
The two chatted for more than ten minutes before hanging up.
Today was Christmas Eve, the 24th. Everyone had things to do in the afternoon, so they couldn't chat anymore.
After breakfast, Luke drove straight to the airport.
When he arrived at the airport, it was already a few minutes past eleven.
Looking at the flight schedule, he couldn't help but pout.
Robert and Katherine's flight was delayed.
That was to be expected. It would be strange if flights weren't delayed on Christmas Day. After all, winter weather had a huge impact on flights.
However, Claire, the little monkey, had flown over from Los Angeles alone. Her flight was landing very early, and Luke had arrived just in time.
Twenty minutes later, Clare appeared not far away.
Hearing Luke's greeting, she turned around and immediately ran over with a smile, waving her hand. "Luke, Luke, over here."
When she was two meters away, she jumped over with a thud. Luke caught her helplessly and walked over to the big suitcase she had dropped. He put her on his back.
This girl had liked to play with him like this since she was young, which was why Luke had labeled her a "little monkey."
Based on the average flight delay, it would take at least an hour for Robert, Katherine, and Joseph to arrive.
With Claire on his back, Luke arrived at the Virgin Atlantic Club in Terminal 4 and finally drove her off.
He brought biscuits and ice cream for Claire and a large cup of ice cream for himself, and the two of them chatted.
The past few months had been very fulfilling for Claire, far more than she had expected.
Unlike most freshmen, who were busy enjoying their free lives, she had to face more new things, and she was busier.
However, she wasn't busy for nothing.
Sheerah and her assistant, Mona, were her best teachers. They provided Claire, a newcomer to the entertainment industry, with the most detailed and extremely practical guidance.
They told Claire about all kinds of clear and hidden rules, or unclear rules in a less intense manner.
This was all for Luke's sake. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so devoted to a newcomer after so many years in the entertainment industry.
Claire, who had blossomed both academically and professionally, spent most of her energy on her nascent career, but her studies were even better than in high school.
Everything changed because of the earthquake in California.
From then on, her outlook on the world had undergone a 180-degree turn.
Her plans for the future had also changed dramatically.
The most direct change that the mysterious "old grandpa" who had appeared and whose voice she had only heard but not seen was that her body had become stronger.
This wasn't just about health, but unimaginably strong.
Claire had loved sports since she was a child. She was a semi-professional who dabbled in a variety of extreme sports, and knew the limits of the human body.
Thus, not long after the earthquake, she discovered that her body was extraordinary.
Her strength, endurance, agility, and reflexes were constantly improving, and the effects were obvious. Even more outrageously, she could stay energetic for an entire day with only six hours of sleep at most.
Even though she had to juggle her studies and her career, she didn't feel very tired.
Compared with the elites who started sprinting as soon as they entered college, her work efficiency wasn't lower than theirs, but she didn't have dark circles under her eyes.
What was even weirder was that she had to eat three to five times more food every day than she did in high school to maintain her weight.
It had to be noted that she, who loved sports, didn't have much fat in the first place.
As soon as her weight dropped, the first thing to suffer would be her breasts, which weren't strong, and then her waist, as well as all the soft lines that a woman should have.
She wasn't an avid bodybuilder, and didn't want to turn into a muscular King Kong Barbie.
The "mysterious old grandpa" also told her to eat as much as possible, and that she had to eat a balanced diet with plenty of calories.
Over the past few months, Claire felt as if she was turning into a different species.
One weekend, in particular, she went to save her friend Blake and knocked down seven or eight drunk young people in the disco, including two members of the boxing team. She didn't even use half of her strength.
If it weren't for the "mysterious old grandpa"'s timely reminder, those young people might have been seriously injured and hospitalized.
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