Everyone had run away, and Luke began to work.
He picked up a few knives in the kitchen and looked at them, and couldn't help shaking his head.
Only one Western-style kitchen knife is frequently used, and the rest of the set of knives are almost like new.
But this set of knives is from Zwilling, and it is the relatively high-end Zwilling Pro series. This set of kitchen knives alone is worth more than one thousand US dollars.
If someone is not a chef and does not like to cook, you can infer his wealth by looking at his kitchen knives.
A kitchen knife like this, which is bought almost as a decoration, can really reflect the owner's wealth.
Luke gave up the most used chef's knife and chose the Santoku knife that was hardly used.
This type of knife is similar to a chef’s knife and can be used in most situations as long as you have good technique.
With Luke's technique, there's not much difference between using this knife and using a chef's knife.
He first marinated the tenderloin with barbecue sauce, then washed and diced the celery, carrots, tomatoes and onions, and then processed the sirloin, steak and pork.
After working for less than ten minutes, a little head appeared at the kitchen door, quietly watching his work progress.
Luke didn't even turn around, he just asked, "Are you hungry?"
Mindy was curious: "You...didn't go to any culinary school?"
Luke laughed: "Anyway, I've never been to New Oriental."
Mindy: “Where?”
Luke: "It's the legendary holy land of chefs. If you learn from there, you will have the kind of cooking skills that women will cry and scream to marry you."
Mindy refused to believe it: "If you said that place is a pharmaceutical factory, I would believe it. But I have never seen anyone cry while eating in my life."
Luke shrugged: "Just think of it as an advertising slogan."
Mindy understood immediately: "It's just a better cooking school, right?"
Luke: “Yeah, almost.”
After saying these words, he finally turned around and said, “You are hungry.”
This time, he used a declarative sentence.
Because the little girl's stomach gurgled a few times and she swallowed her saliva.
Mindy finally felt a little shy: "Well... Dad went out to sketch early in the morning, and I got up late, so I thought I could just buy some groceries and have lunch early."
Luke was not surprised.
When Mindy got them drinks just now, there was nothing in the refrigerator. There was no bread, milk, vegetables, meat, or eggs. It felt like the refrigerator of a bachelor who had anorexia.
He temporarily stopped what he was doing, found the ingredients from the paper bag beside him, cut them quickly, turned on the fire, fried an egg in a frying pan, and spread the vegetable leaves and tomato slices on top: "There are no pickled cucumbers, so this is the only way."
As he said this, he put the extremely simple ham and egg sandwich on a plate and placed it on the dining table: "You don't need me to get you some milk and cereal, do you?"
Mindy looked at him blankly: "You are so skilled, are you really a chef?"
There is a clear difference between people who really cook for a long time and those who rarely cook in the simplest operations.
Mindy was also an experienced knife user, and she could clearly sense the smoothness and ease with which he handled a kitchen knife, just as casually and easily as she played with a butterfly knife.
This is definitely professional level.
Luke started to prepare lunch again: "It's probably enough to open a second-rate restaurant, with an average cost of about $100 per person."
Mindy came in and didn't even pour the milk. She just picked up the sandwich and took a bite. "Emumu~ It tastes better than what I made myself. Why is that?"
Luke hesitated for two seconds and said, "Things that you don't have to make yourself are always a little sweeter. So, maybe it's because of laziness."
Mindy: “…Thank you.”
She also clearly felt the principle that one should be grateful to the person who helped him.
For the sake of her stomach, she chose to take the blame for being "lazy".
At five minutes past twelve, Damon finally returned home with his drawing board on his back and a few large flat cardboard boxes in his hands.
That's pizza, a very common staple in American fast food takeout.
But as soon as he opened the door, he smelled a strange yet familiar food aroma in the air, and couldn't help being a little dazed.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, a hot Latina beauty was turning her head to look.
Seeing him, she smiled naturally, stood up and waved: "Hello, Mr. MacReady, I'm Luke's friend Selina."
Damon felt more at ease and glanced around the living room.
Selina seemed to know what he was thinking: "Mindy is in the kitchen, probably tasting the food."
In the kitchen, Luke heard the conversation and patted the little girl's head who was struggling with the beef brisket: "Your dad is back, tell him to clean up, and then you can have lunch."
Mindy said "oh" and ran out: "Dad, you're back. Go wash your hands quickly. Lunch is ready and we're waiting for you to come back."
Damon: “Huh?”
Five minutes later, four people sat down at the dining table. Damon was a little dazed looking at the dishes on the table.
Luke smiled and said, "Mindy said she hadn't had breakfast yet, and she was going to buy groceries to cook now, so I took the liberty of coming over. Just make it casually, it won't taste that great, don't hold your hopes too high."
Damon: …
Steak, barbecued pork, tomato brisket, and then a hodgepodge of pork slices with celery, carrots and onions.
Apart from the steak which is just so-so, all the other dishes, whether it is the bright red and sweet barbecued pork, the equally bright red and sweet and sour tomato beef brisket, or the green, white and red vegetable stew, are all very mouth-watering.
Selina silently comforted herself: Forget it, since Luke cooked it himself, this meal is barely edible.
To her almost intuitive taste buds, the shortcomings of these dishes were obvious.
The barbecued pork was not marinated long enough, so it was not flavorful enough.
The tomato beef brisket was simmered on low heat for too short a time, so the beef brisket was not soft enough.
The pork in the vegetable stew was of average quality, which reduced the deliciousness of the whole dish.
But these were not problems with Luke’s cooking skills, it was simply a lack of time, and the father and daughter couldn’t taste the difference.
Compared to the father and daughter who subconsciously sped up after taking a few bites, Selina's eating speed and appetite today were almost the same as those of a normal person, and she felt a sense of superiority in her heart.
It's such a poor-quality dish, it's like I haven't eaten it in several lifetimes, how pitiful! A certain foodie complained about the father and daughter in his heart, never thinking about himself at the beginning, but he could even eat the lazy meal with relish.
Soon the food on the table was gone, and the pizza Damon had bought had long been forgotten in the living room.
Mindy was left alone in the restaurant, clearing away the dishes.
Damon and Luke sat back in the living room, drinking coffee and chatting.
The two chatted for a while about their recent situation, which were mostly meaningless nonsense like "How are you doing? Very good. How am I doing? Also very good." Then Luke changed the subject.
"Damon, it may be a bit rude to say this, but I think leaving Mindy alone at home, or even asking her to buy lunch ingredients, is not a good choice." Luke opened his mouth and attacked.