For example, there was a young girl who was wearing very long jeans that reached her ankles, but only covered half of her legs.
The remaining half of his thigh was completely exposed in the countless holes that had been cut horizontally.
Luke still remembered that he had a similar pair of jeans in his previous life. When he had bought them, there had been a big hole on the left and right side. The next day, his mother had patched them up with a cute Mickey Mouse pattern.
It could only be said that his mother in China was too heartwarming, fearing that her child's thighs would catch a cold.
They strolled in leisurely. They didn't need to greet anyone, since they basically didn't know anyone.
Selina found Karen and went to the dining table with the food boxes.
She put "her" specialty, Beggar's Chicken, on the long table for anyone to eat. Selina then looked at the other food on the table.
The first thing she saw was a dish at the center of the table. There was also a label below it with the name of the dish — Fried Yellow Fish with Lemon Peel and Ginger.
What the hell is this? Selina was a little confused.
She liked to eat, and Luke had made a lot of delicacies for her, but fish was the one he made the least.
Also, Luke usually cooked Chinese dishes. He knew how to make squirrel fish, braised fish, pickled cabbage fish, and spicy boiled fish, but Selina had never heard of this Fried Yellow Fish with Lemon Peel and Ginger.
However, the design alone was enough to make her drool.
However, this fish was obviously the treasure of the table. Up until now, no one had tried to destroy its integrity. Its appearance was simply too beautiful.
Noticing her gaze, Karen said, "Our new neighbor, Natalie, made it. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Was Natalie really a gourmet blogger?
Selina immediately rejected the thought. Luke kept saying that he made all the dishes and desserts. Did she know how to cook them? Not a single one.
Karen didn't notice Selina's expression. She simply looked at the Beggar's Chicken curiously. "What's this? Roast chicken? "
Selina said with a smile, "Sort of, but it's a Chinese specialty. It tastes different from ours here."
Karen was shocked. "You know how to cook Chinese food?"
Many Americans knew that many Chinese dishes had complicated procedures, so they wouldn't do it.
Karen looked at the German sausages on the grill not far away and suddenly felt that the dishes at home were a little low-end.
In fact, not to mention the German sausages and several types of roasted meats that her family provided, even if the dishes were specially placed on the table, only Natalie's lemon peel and ginger fritters were unique and superior to the other "dishes."
The second was the Beggar's Chicken, which was the most distinctive dish.
Who would have thought that Luke would go to Chinatown to order hemp rope for fun?
Although this famous dish was not as good as the authentic Beggar's Chicken with Lotus Leaves, it looked very intimidating with such a packaging.
For example, some chocolates would be wrapped in gold foil, making people feel that it was very high-class. But was gold foil used for eating? Obviously not.
The difference between lotus leaves and gold foil was that the fragrance of the Beggar's Chicken would burst out when the package was opened, which was particularly tempting.
Karen's stomach rumbled as she smelled the aroma.
She had been busy greeting everybody and hadn't eaten yet.
As a plump, middle-aged housewife, she had a preference for food.
Selina didn't think much of it. The first time she ate the Beggar's Chicken, her reaction had been much more exaggerated than Karen's.
She picked up a knife and quickly cut off two chicken thighs. She nimbly dug into the chicken thighs and picked out the bones.
Picking up two plates on the side and putting a boneless chicken leg on each, she said to Karen in a low voice, "This chicken tastes best when it's hot. Try it when nobody's looking, or you'll only be able to chew on the butt later."
Karen exclaimed and accepted the plates in a daze. She watched as Selina ate without any hesitation.
She swallowed and quickly picked up a piece of chicken with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth.
The moment the chicken entered her mouth, she felt that it was soft, tender, and had a hint of the aroma of wine. It wasn't as dry as regular roast chicken at all, and it tasted slightly sweet, which really suited her taste.
Of course, Luke had specially modified it. After all, Americans tended to prefer sweet and sour food.
While they were eating, a woman's voice suddenly rang out behind them. "Hi, neighbor."
Hearing the voice, Selina immediately rolled her eyes and stuffed the entire chicken leg into her mouth. "Ah, Karen, I have a call. I'm going to answer it."
She then walked away, as if she hadn't heard the greeting at all.
With half a piece of chicken still in her mouth, Karen looked at Selina, then turned around and smiled awkwardly. "Ah, Meg, you're here."
Gritting her teeth, Meg mumbled in a low voice as Selina walked away, "That young lady doesn't know any manners. She only knows how to eat ready-made food."
Karen hesitated. "Meg, we were trying Selina's specialty."
She emphasized the second half of her sentence as a reminder.
Meg was stunned for a moment. Looking down at the Beggar's Chicken that was missing two legs, she snorted disdainfully. "Isn't it just roast chicken? It's obvious that she made it according to a recipe. It's very ordinary. "
Silently swallowing the tender and sweet chicken, Karen couldn't help but retort, "Actually, this is Chinese roast chicken. It's made in a very special way."
Meg choked, but maintained her disdainful expression. "It must taste terrible."
Karen didn't have the heart to say anything else, but she was too embarrassed to nod in agreement with Meg's obvious nonsense. "At least she tried her best."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but look at the vegetable salad in the corner of the dining table.
That was Meg's "specialty."
However, all the ingredients for the salad, as well as the glass bowl, belonged to Karen.
Meg's "sincerity" was truly touching.
After all, Meg had already sold her house and couldn't bring the ingredients over.
Although she was talking to Meg, Karen's actions were still very honest. She cut another chicken wing and put it on her plate.
Meg had wanted to nag about Selina's clothes, but she realized that Selina was wearing normal clothes, so she could only shut up.
She was even more displeased when she saw that Karen was eating the chicken wing.
She picked up a plate and cut off a chicken wing. "I'd like to see how terrible this roast chicken is."
Although she said that, she was a little suspicious. This roast chicken smelled … pretty good?
When the chicken wing entered her mouth, Meg couldn't help but sigh. "Hmm, it smells really good."
Karen: "…"
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