No matter where they were, they all needed staple food.
Rice and noodles in China were essentially the same as bread, cake, and pizza in the West.
Lacking these things in every meal would make most people feel uncomfortable, as if they hadn't eaten their fill.
The pizza had already been made. Luke heated up two slices in the microwave and gave one to Selina.
Selina was so happy that her eyes narrowed.
She was a glutton.
Originally, this hadn't been obvious, but when Brock went to work in Houston with Luke, the two of them had been very free every day. They never had to work overtime, and Luke would come up with new ways to make delicious food after they returned home.
In his previous life, Luke could cook, although he wasn't very good at it.
Also, because of the tedious work of washing and chopping vegetables, he rarely cooked.
Now that he was here, he could move quickly, and cooking became a pleasure.
In his previous life, he had read a lot of cookbooks and made a lot of food himself. With Selina, who wasn't a picky eater, as a guinea pig, he was now one of the best cooks in America.
Of course, if he opened a restaurant in China, it would definitely go out of business. If he opened a restaurant in America, he would only be able to make fast food.
He didn't spend much money on his business trip to New York.
Thanks to Sergei, he had brought a few rolls of cash with him. After giving one to Vanessa, Luke kept two rolls for himself, which amounted to about four thousand dollars.
This way, he had basically earned back all his expenses in New York.
Including the money to buy those electronic components and second-hand goods, they could all be spent from this sum.
He wasn't worried that his credit would be deducted from Sergei's money.
Based on NYPD's files, Sergei was involved in arms, drugs, and human trafficking. Although he wasn't involved on a large scale, it was impossible for him not to have killed a dozen people.
Such people were naturally not protected by the system.
Of course, only gangsters like him would carry so much cash on them.
What was wrong with Luke taking the money and buying better food for himself and Selina?
Selina wolfed down the food, and Luke reminded her twice, "Slow down, slow down. You'll be full very soon. There's more food."
Selina could only slow down, but she couldn't help but speed up again.
In just five minutes, she had eaten half a cupcake, a small bowl of tomato beef brisket, and a piece of pizza.
In order to get rid of the grease, the pizza was an all-fruit pizza. It tasted sweet and sour, which was why she ate so quickly.
After he finished eating, he reached for the box of cupcakes beside him.
Luke slapped her hand and said, "Keep these. Bring them to work tomorrow."
Selina said with a sad face, "Oh, you really look like my mother."
Luke rolled his eyes. "You like eating so much. You don't want to get stomach problems in a few years, do you?"
Selena shook her head firmly.
Luke chuckled. "I've done some research on the detectives in the Major Crimes Division. Most of them have stomach problems, to the point where they can't even eat or drink. Do you want to end up like that?"
Selena continued to shake her head.
Luke nodded in satisfaction. "That's why I made these for you. Put a few in your bag every day, and eat one when you're hungry."
Selina: "Huh? These are all for me? "
Luke found that odd. "Of course. I'll only give a few to Elsa to try. The rest are yours."
Selina was touched. "Ah, you're the best, Luke! I love you. "
Luke was speechless. "Do you often do this to your mother?"
Selina said, "… Well, no."
Luke chuckled. With her awkward acting skills, it was obvious that he had hit the nail on the head.
He had made the food because he was taking advantage of the meticulous work to ease his impatience after the massacre in New York.
Chatting with Selina had the same effect; it was a way for him to adjust himself.
As they chatted, the main course was ready.
Luke took the roast chicken out of the oven and brought it over on a plate. He peeled off the tin foil to reveal the two chickens inside.
Of course, it wasn't a turkey, but a three-yellow chicken.
Luke didn't know if it was authentic, but it was definitely more tender than a turkey.
The chicken, which had been marinated in cooking wine and seasonings, was tender and soft, and could easily be pulled off the bones.
The chicken had been marinated on the outside, and there had been seasonings mixed with cooking wine in the belly when the chicken was roasted.
Thanks to the combination, this chicken was far more delicious than the American turkey.
Luke didn't know what he was doing. He had made it based on a certain food video he had watched in his previous life. It was called Wild Guy, and he always drooled every time he watched it.
Although the game had lotus leaves and mud, and Luke only had a layer of tin foil, neither Selina nor he was picky.
The two of them stopped chatting and ate to their heart's content.
Selina was even faster than Luke. She looked at him pitifully after she was done. "Darling, is there more?"
Luke chuckled. "There's one more in the oven. Take it out yourself."
He knew that one wouldn't be enough for this glutton.
The three-yellow chicken that he had bought definitely wasn't mature. After cleaning, it would be sold in supermarkets at a catty and a half, and one wouldn't be enough to satisfy a certain glutton.
Watching Selina dig into another half-baked beggar's chicken, Luke smiled and made himself a bowl of tomato beef brisket, which he ate slowly with the pizza.
After that, except for a certain someone who was too full to get up on the couch, everything else was normal.
The next morning, when Luke woke up, he saw Selina wrapped in the blanket on the couch like a spring roll. He shook his head helplessly. Why is your head under the blanket, but your butt is completely exposed?
Thankfully, this was Los Angeles, where the lowest temperature was above ten degrees even in November, or she might've caught a cold.
Luke washed up first and woke Selina up. He then started to prepare breakfast.
While he was in New York, he wasn't used to eating out three times a day, which made him feel uncomfortable.
By the time Selina came out, hot milk and homemade sandwiches were already on the table. She said happily, "Wow, this is so delicious. I've been sick of the hot dogs from the fast food truck outside the police department for two weeks. I can finally eat sandwiches you make again. "
Luke chuckled. "You're just lazy. It's not troublesome to buy half-baked sandwiches and make them yourself. You can adjust the taste yourself."
Selina didn't respond. She just didn't want to do it.
After a simple but satisfying breakfast, they went downstairs and drove to work.
Selina was naturally the driver. After they got into the car, Luke took her bag.
Selina was shocked. "What are you doing?"
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