Jeff and Karen stood up and saw Luke and the other man off.
The new neighbors stood up and just smiled and said goodbye to the two of them, with no intention of leaving together.
After leaving the house, Luke and his friend walked back home.
After washing his hands, Luke went into the kitchen and started cooking.
Of course, only he can cook Selena's "specialty". What she is best at is eating her specialty, and she can't cook it, not in her entire life.
Who could blame her for making the food taste several levels worse than his
In Selena's own words, she would never eat that kind of pig food.
What else could Luke say when faced with a foodie who had the guts to belittle his own cooking
He took out two marinated beggar's chickens from the refrigerator, stuffed them into the oven together, selected a time, and waited for them to come out of the oven.
Selina also stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the small table by the wall and said, "It's a bit strange indeed. You were deliberately testing the couple when you shook hands, right? Even with your left hand, even with a woman like Natalie, it was a bit too rough. Of course, maybe she likes to cook?"
Luke shrugged. "Neither of them is left-handed, and there are no obvious marks on their left hands. But the shape of Mr. Tim's fists indicates that he often undergoes professional striking training. He is a travel writer, not a professional boxer. Unless he happens to be an avid fighting enthusiast, few rich people would train their hands like that."
Selina exclaimed: "You can see that?" She was a little helpless.
It's not that she wasn't careful, but she really didn't notice anything wrong with Tim's fist. After all, Tim was always careful to keep his hands in a proper position, making it difficult to see carefully.
What Luke didn't say was that his eyesight was enough to confirm that both Tim and Natalie had calluses on their right hands from long-term use of guns.
Although they had all tried to cover it up, and Natalie had even taken special care of her hand skin - perhaps it was a woman's love of beauty - Luke could still see the marks.
Secondly, the smell of gun oil and gunpowder on the two men was not strong, but they had fired guns in the past few days.
In the United States, there are many people who like to play with guns, but they are not necessarily criminals.
But it's very interesting that a travel writer and a food blogger both like guns.
Selina was thinking there, and she found something suspicious again: "People who are doing professional fighting training don't know Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?"
Luke laughed. “He was pretending to be an amateur on purpose, saying that Brazilian juggling is something that Japanese people do.”
So, he followed Tim and started talking nonsense, saying that the origin of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was China.
It's just nonsense, who doesn't know how to do it!
Of course Selina also understood and smacked her lips. "These two seem to be quite professional. After listening to their career experiences, I think they are really writers and food bloggers."
Luke hummed, "So what do they want to do by approaching Jeff?"
Selina thought for a moment and said, "Is it because of Jeff's job? He is an employee of Maxwell-Bonn, a large arms company in the aviation and aerospace industry. Their research projects involve a variety of missiles and fighter jets."
Luke nodded. “I think too. Karen’s interior design should not allow such people to come to investigate.”
Selina: "So... we're going to monitor Tim and his wife?"
Luke hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "They are professionals, don't be careless. Let's... first pay attention to Jeff's good neighbor."
Selina: “That’s different.”
Luke said righteously: "Of course it's different, because this is how we care about our old neighbors."
Selina glanced at him: "Actually, it's because Jeff's house is easy to monitor, right?"
Luke: "What nonsense are you talking about! Remember to cooperate with me later."
Selina: "Tsk, you didn't go into Jeff's bathroom to install a camera, why is it so exaggerated?"
Luke was speechless.
It would be really easy to put the surveillance camera outside Jeff's house, since this is just an ordinary community.
While the two were chatting, Luke had already put the beggar's chicken into the oven. Looking at Selina who was still sitting there, he reminded her, "It's going to be a community gathering. It seems like this is our first time to attend such a gathering. Are you sure you want to wear this?"
Selina slapped her forehead and said, "Yeah, that sarcastic bitch Meg will definitely say something nonsense. I have to find some suitable clothes to go out." Then she went into her room and started searching.
Los Angeles is already quite hot in April. It is dry and rainy here, and the temperature is higher in the afternoon.
Not long after, Selina came out wearing a set of clothes and turned to Luke who was adjusting the surveillance camera in the living room: "How about this one?"
Luke looked up and saw that it was a knee-length dark red skirt that fully showed off her figure. He shook his head decisively: "Do you want to make those housewives jealous to death? How many of them dare to show their thighs and waists? If you don't want to be a public enemy, be more low-key."
Selina looked at her chest in distress: "But some advantages can't be concealed, right?"
Luke agreed wholeheartedly, but still advised: "Cover up a little more, you're still beautiful. Be good and change into something else."
If I really wear this outfit when I go out, I'm afraid a bunch of middle-aged and elderly men will chat with me. It would be strange if I'm not annoyed to death! He muttered in his heart.
Selina could only change into a set of tight cropped pants and a silk white shirt, which was capable yet feminine. "This set?"
Luke nodded: "Almost done, let's go. Remember to serve your specialty."
Selina glared at him, went to the kitchen to put the two "specialties" into the food box, and the two of them went out and headed straight for Jeff's backyard.
There were still ten minutes to six o'clock, and quite a few people had already arrived in Jeff's backyard.
According to Jeff, most of the people who came were neighbors, and some were his colleagues.
For example, Meg's husband Danny is also Jeff's colleague, but he works in the research department of Maxwell-Bonn.
Jeff is popular with people of all ages.
From the middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties to company interns in their twenties, plus some people who brought their children, the entire backyard lawn was very lively.
Of course, Jeff's backyard lawn was shared with the two families next door, and these two families also attended the party, so the place was not too crowded.
Luke looked at the new faces of his old neighbors and found them quite interesting.
Some people were dressed casually at home, most of them were in their 40s or 50s, wearing loose shirts, T-shirts and shorts with rustic patterns, and a few of them were wearing slippers.
This may seem a bit rude, but people don't care and no one will go up and criticize it.
Some of the young people were wearing more formal casual clothes. They were some young employees of Jeff's company. They were not as cool as those old guys in slippers and shorts.
There are also a few young people who dress in a more individual way. After get off work, they completely let themselves go and dare to wear all kinds of trendy clothes and pants.