After getting in the car, Selina asked Luke to go to the pastry shop first, and she would pay for today's snacks and pastries.
Gold Nugget nodded with satisfaction, expressing high praise for her self-awareness.
Luke took out his phone: "I'll ask Lucy if their store is open today."
After the earthquake last night, many shops will definitely be affected today and may not be open.
After a few words, he hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator: "The good news is that they are open as usual today."
Selina knew there was more to the story and joined in the fun: "The bad news is..."
"Their store is packed today. If we go a little later, we'll have to buy flour and sugar from the store and cook it ourselves at home." Luke smiled bitterly.
After he ceased his activities as the Ghost Butcher, the time he had for cooking plummeted, and he didn't want to make pastries that were too time-consuming and laborious.
But today the reward was gold nuggets, and the ordinary pastries he made obviously could not be used as a reward.
Lucy was a shop assistant in the pastry shop they often went to.
The prices at this pastry shop are relatively high, and business is usually not very busy, so there are rarely long queues.
But today, there are probably not many pastry shops still open as usual in Los Angeles.
The gold nugget suddenly started to sob.
It was also picky, knowing very well the difference in quality between this shop and ordinary pastry shops.
It doesn't want to eat pig food at all.
Luke laughed, "Okay. Lucy reserved a whole tiramisu for us in the kitchen. She guessed we might need it today."
Selina pouted: "Oh, she even thought of this. Tell me, how many times has she given you her phone number?"
Luke smiled and said, "Did you forget that I got her cell phone number the second time we went there? We bought more than a hundred cakes from the store that time, and then we became her big customers."
Selena was speechless.
As soon as he said it, she remembered.
Even when Luke was on a business trip, she went to the pastry shop using Luke's VIP customer, and Lucy was just as enthusiastic towards her.
Who can blame Luke's three big eaters for their amazing purchasing power? They help Lucy complete her sales ahead of schedule every month and successfully get a hefty bonus.
Of course, Luke wasn't stupid enough to tell Selina that Lucy had called him privately a few times and asked him out for drinks and coffee in the evening.
The main reason is that he is very busy at night and has no time to flirt with girls.
Driving to the pastry shop, Luke frowned.
Selina also looked curiously at the pastry shop not far away. It was noisy there and many people were running out.
But they didn't run very fast, and they didn't look particularly frightened. Many of them even looked back while jogging.
Many people even ran across the street and stretched their necks to watch.
Luke and the other looked at each other.
"God help us, don't let our tiramisu go to waste." Selina was a little worried. She had made a wish to a certain dog-head for delicious pastries. If she couldn't fulfill it, she would be mocked by it for a long time.
Luke: "As much as I want to comfort you and say no, this possibility is still quite high."
"Oh, oh, oh." The gold nugget was a little nervous. This was its legitimate reward, approved by the Big Devil himself.
If it's gone, all the bad ideas it racked its brains to come up with yesterday would have been in vain!
Luke: "Ok, I promise that today's food will not be missed. If this place doesn't have the top-notch burgers, I'll go to In N Out for lunch."
As he said that, he pushed the door open and walked quickly towards the pastry shop.
Squeezing into the crowd of onlookers, he saw a group of people gathered in the pastry shop.
They held placards in their hands and spoke something in a flurry.
In the pastry shop, two female employees including Lucy were talking to the two leaders with helpless looks on their faces.
But the other party looked furious and shouted: "You rich people, you eat a lot of greasy food but never think about helping the society. You are all vampires."
Luke silently took out his police badge and hung it up, then pushed the group of people aside and walked into the store.
The person who was pushed away opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw the police badge on Luke's chest, he shut up again.
Luke moved quickly and reached the store in a few steps, patting the two people who were yelling at Lucy and the others.
"What are you doing?" The man and woman turned their heads in dissatisfaction and saw Luke with a police badge standing behind them. They choked immediately.
Luke: "lapd, what's wrong here?"
Lucy's eyes showed surprise: "Luke, you're here?"
When the man and woman heard this, they immediately became alert: "Are you in the same group?"
Luke looked at the two men as if they were idiots. "I'm a customer here. Are you in cahoots with McDonald's and In N Out?"
The two were speechless again.
Luke: "Okay, now I'm going to start asking formal questions. Excuse me, did these two clerks do anything wrong? Did they give the wrong change or the wrong pastry?"
The man and woman looked at each other, and it was the woman who spoke: "They refused to provide us with food."
Luke looked at Lucy.
Lucy was familiar with him, and quickly said, "No, no, they wanted us to give them the cakes in the store for free, but we didn't receive any notice of free supply. We notified the boss, but she was busy and couldn't make it..."
Luke probably understood.
This pastry shop is a high-end boutique. The store is not very big and there are not many customers.
There are usually only two female clerks in the store, and there is no such thing as a store manager.
Lucy has worked here for a long time, has a good attitude, and is highly regarded by customers, so she is a store manager without a formal title.
Luke raised his hand. "I see. In other words, these two are protesting here because you didn't give them the store's property for free?"
When the man and woman heard this, they shouted angrily: "We are in trouble and we need help."
Luke's face was calm: "Is this a welfare agency? Or is it a church relief point that gives out free food coupons?"
Looking at the two silent men and women, he continued, "The daily supply of this pastry shop is not much. It's good enough to feed 300 people. If you want to feed the disaster victims in Los Angeles, you can go to those fast food restaurants to protest. Each of them has stockpiled fast food products for 2,000 people. So, why do you come here?"
“You, you running dog of the rich!” the woman screamed, “It is you who are helping these rich people to exploit us ordinary people.”
"Yes, you often come here to eat. The prices of pastries here are so high, you must be a corrupt police officer!" The man next to him quickly chimed in.
Luke laughed and took out a pen from his pocket. He also grabbed a piece of advertising paper from the pastry shop and quickly wrote down a few numbers on it. He handed it to the two men. "This is the complaint number of the Internal Affairs Department of the LAPPD Headquarters, the complaint number of the Internal Affairs Department of the West District Police Headquarters, and the hotline number of the Chief of Police. If you have any evidence, you can file a complaint directly with them."