Jeff and Karen stood up and saw Luke and Selina off.
The new neighbors stood up and said goodbye to Luke and Selina with a smile, but showed no intention of leaving together.
Luke and Selina walked home.
After washing their hands, Luke went into the kitchen and started cooking.
Naturally, Selina's "specialty" could only be cooked by him. Selina was best at eating her specialty, but she couldn't make it, not in her entire life.
After all, her cooking wasn't as good as his.
In Selina's own words, she would never eat pig swill.
What else could Luke say to a foodie who was bold enough to belittle her own cooking?
He dug out two marinated Beggar's Chickens from the fridge, stuffed them into the oven, selected the time, and waited for them to come out.
Selina was also in the kitchen. Leaning against a small table, she said, "It's indeed a little strange. You tested the couple when you shook hands, didn't you? Even Natalie's left hand is a little too rough. Of course, maybe they like to cook? "
Luke shrugged. "Neither of them are left-handed, and there are no obvious marks on their left hands. But the shape of Mr. Tim's fists suggests that he's been professionally trained. He's a travel writer, not a professional boxer. Unless you happen to be an avid boxing fan, there aren't many rich people who would train their hands like that. "
Selina was surprised. "You can even tell?" She was a little helpless.
It wasn't that she wasn't careful, but that she really couldn't see anything wrong with Tim's fists. After all, Tim had always been careful to keep his hands in an appropriate position, making it hard for anyone to see them clearly.
What Luke didn't say was that he was able to tell that Tim and Natalie both had calluses on their right hands, which were a result of long-term use of guns.
Although they had covered it up, and Natalie had taken special care of her hands, which might have been the result of a woman's love for beauty, Luke could still see the traces.
Secondly, they didn't smell like gunpowder, but they had fired guns in the last few days.
Many people in America liked to play with guns, but that didn't necessarily mean that they were criminals.
But it was very interesting that a travel writer and a food blogger both liked to play with guns.
As Selina thought about it, she found another suspicious point. "A professional fighter doesn't know Brazilian jiu-jitsu?"
Luke chuckled. "He's pretending to be an amateur and calling Brazilian jiu-jitsu a Japanese toy."
So, he followed Tim's nonsense and said that Brazilian jiu-jitsu originated from China.
Wasn't it just nonsense? Who didn't know how to do it?
Of course, Selina also realized what was going on. She clicked her tongue. "Those two seem quite professional. After listening to their professional experiences, I felt like they were really writers and food bloggers. "
Luke nodded. "Then why did they approach Jeff?"
Selina thought for a moment. "Is it because of Jeff's job? He's an employee of Maxwell & Bonn Company, a large aerospace arms company. Their research projects involve a variety of missiles and fighter jets. "
Luke nodded. "I think so too. There's no way someone like that would investigate Karen's interior design."
Selina asked, "Then … should we keep an eye on Tim and his wife?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "They're professionals. Don't be careless. Let's … keep an eye on Jeff's house first. "
Selina said, "That's different."
Luke said solemnly, "Of course it's different. We're just concerned about our old neighbors."
Selina glanced at him. "Actually, it's because Jeff's house is easy to monitor, right?"
Luke said, "Don't be so honest! Remember to cooperate with me later. "
Selina said, "Tsk, it's not like you're going into Jeff's bathroom to install a camera. Do you have to be so dramatic?"
Luke didn't know what to say.
It would've been easy to set up the surveillance cameras outside Jeff's house. After all, this was just an ordinary neighborhood.
As they chatted, Luke put the beggar's chicken into the oven. Looking at Selina, who was still idling, he reminded her, "It's a community gathering later. It's our first time attending such a gathering. Are you sure you're going to wear this? "
Selina slapped her forehead. "Yeah, Meg, that bitch, will definitely do something stupid. I have to find a suitable set of clothes to wear." She then went into her room and rummaged through it.
It was already hot in Los Angeles in April. It was dry and rainy here, and the temperature was high in the afternoon.
Selina soon came out in a new set of clothes. She turned to Luke, who was adjusting the surveillance cameras in the living room. "What do you think of this?"
Luke raised his head, only to see that it was a knee-length, dark red skirt that fully showed off her figure. He quickly shook his head. "Do you want those housewives to die of jealousy? How many of them dare show their thighs and waists? If you don't want to be a public enemy, you should keep a low profile. "
Selina looked at her chest in distress. "But there are some advantages that can't be hidden, right?"
Luke couldn't agree more, but he still tried to persuade her. "You're just as pretty as you are. Be a good girl and change into something else. "
If she really went out in this outfit, a bunch of middle-aged and old men would probably hit on her later. It would be a miracle if she didn't die of annoyance! Luke murmured inwardly.
Selina had no choice but to change into a set of tight-fitting cropped pants and a silk white shirt. She looked capable and feminine. "What about this set?"
Luke nodded. "Almost. Let's go. Don't forget to bring out your specialty. "
Selina glared at him and went to the kitchen to pack up the two "specialty" dishes. They then went to Jeff's backyard.
It was ten minutes to six, and a lot of people had gathered in Jeff's backyard.
According to Jeff, most of them were neighbors, but some were his colleagues.
For example, Meg's husband, Danny, was also a colleague of Jeff's, except that he worked in the research department of Mcwell & Bonn.
Jeff was quite popular, and there were both young and old people in the crowd.
There were middle-aged and old people in their forties and fifties, interns in their twenties, and some of them had brought their children. The backyard was very lively.
Of course, Jeff's backyard was shared with the two neighboring families, who were also at the party. So, it wasn't too crowded.
Luke found it quite interesting to see the new faces of his neighbors.
Some of them were dressed casually. Most of them were in their forties or fifties, and they were wearing baggy shirts, T-shirts, and shorts. Some were even wearing slippers.
It seemed a little impolite, but they didn't care, and nobody would criticize them.
Some of the young people were wearing casual clothes. They were the young employees of Jeff's company. They weren't as cool as the old guys in slippers and shorts.
There were also a few young people who were dressed in style. After work, they dared to wear all kinds of trendy clothes.
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