Jeff and Karen stood up and sent Luke to leave.
The pair of new neighbors stood up, just smiled and said goodbye to the two, and did not mean to leave together.
After going out, Luke and the two walked home.
After washing his hands, Luke went into the kitchen and started cooking.
Of course, Selena's "specialty dishes" can only be cooked by him. What she is best at is to eat special dishes, which she can't cook, and she won't be able to do it in her life.
Who made her taste several grades worse than his.
In Selena's own words, she would never eat that kind of pig food.
What else could Luke say in the face of such a foodie who dared to belittle his own craftsmanship.
He dug out two marinated beggar chickens from the refrigerator, stuffed them into the oven together, set a time, and waited for them to come out of the oven.
Selena also stayed in the kitchen, and she leaned against the small table by the wall and said, "It's really weird. You deliberately tested the two when you shook hands, right? Even the left hand, even Natalie, is a bit too rough .Of course, maybe people like to cook?"
Luke shrugged: "These two are not left-handed, and there are no obvious marks on their left hands. But the shape of the fists of Mr. Tim's hands means that he often conducts professional hitting training. He is a travel writer by profession. Not professional boxers. Unless you happen to be an avid fighter, few rich people train their hands like that."
Selena let out a cry: "You can see this?" She was a little helpless.
It wasn't that she wasn't careful, but that she really didn't see anything wrong with Tim's fists. After all, Tim had been paying attention to keeping his hands in a proper position, making it difficult to see carefully.
What Luke didn't say was that his eyesight was enough to determine that the right hands of Tim and Natalie had calluses from long-term use of firearms.
Although they all covered it up, and Natalie even took care of the skin on her hands. This may be caused by a woman's desire for beauty, but Luke can still see the traces.
Secondly, the smell of gun oil and gunpowder on the two of them is not too heavy, but they have also fired shots in recent days.
In the United States, there are many people who like to play with guns, which does not necessarily mean they are criminals.
But a travel writer, a food blogger, and a couple who like to play with guns, it's interesting.
Selena was thinking there, and found doubts again: "People who are trained in professional fighting, don't know Barou?"
Luke laughed: "He pretended to be a layman on purpose, and called Barou a neon man's thing."
Therefore, he also talked nonsense with Tim, saying that the origin of Barou was China.
It's just nonsense, who wouldn't!
Of course, Selena also understood, and clicked her tongue: "These two seem to be very professional. Listening to the professional experiences they said, I think they are really writers and food bloggers."
Luke hummed: "Then what do they want to do when they get close to Jeff?"
Selena thought for a while: "It can't be because of Jeff's work, right? He's an employee of Maxwell-Born, a large arms company in aviation and aerospace, and its research projects involve a variety of missiles and fighter jets. "
Luke nodded: "I also think that Karen's interior design should not allow such a person to come and investigate."
Selena: "Then... we want to monitor Tim and his wife?"
Luke pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "He is a professional, so don't be careless. Let's... Let's pay attention to Jeff, a good neighbor."
Selena: "It's different."
Lu Ke said righteously: "Of course it's different, because this is why we care about our old neighbors."
Selena 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."
Selena: "Tch, you didn't go into Jeff's bathroom to install a camera, so how exaggerated?"
Luke was speechless.
It would be really simple if the monitoring was placed outside Jeff's house, who made this an ordinary community.
While the two were chatting, Luke had already sent the beggar chicken into the oven. Looking at Selena who was still salting the fish, he reminded: "Wait a minute, it's a community gathering. It seems to be the first time we've attended this kind of gathering. , are you sure you want to wear this suit?"
Selena slapped her forehead: "Yeah, Meg's bitter bitch will definitely do some comparisons. I have to find a suitable suit to go out." She went into her room to search for it. .
Los Angeles in April is already relatively hot. It is dry and rainless, and the temperature in the afternoon is relatively high.
Not long after, Selena came out in a suit of clothes, and turned around to Luke who was adjusting the monitor in the living room: "How about this one?"
Luke raised his eyes and found that it was a knee-length dark red skirt that could fully demonstrate the advantages of her figure, and shook his head decisively: "Are you trying to envy those housewives? How many of them dare to show their thighs and waist? If you don’t want to be a public enemy, keep a low profile.”
Selena looked at her chest in distress: "But there are some advantages that cannot be concealed, right?"
Luke deeply agreed with this, but still persuaded: "Cover up more, you are just as beautiful. Be good, go change again."
If you really wear this outfit and go out, I'm afraid there will be a lot of middle-aged and elderly men strike up a conversation later, it's no wonder if you don't bother me to death! He murmured in his heart.
Selena could only change into a set, tight cropped pants and a silk white shirt, capable and feminine: "This set?"
Luke nodded: "It's almost there, let's go. Remember to serve your special dishes."
Selena glared at him, went to the kitchen to put two "special dishes" into a food box, and the two went straight to Jeff's backyard.
It was still ten minutes to six o'clock, and many people had already come to Jeff's backyard.
According to Jeff, most of the people who came were neighbors, as well as some of his colleagues.
For example, Meg's husband, Danny, is also Jeff's colleague, but he is only in the scientific research department of Microwell-Bonn Company.
Jeff's popularity is good, and the people who come are young and old.
There are middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties, down to company interns in their twenties, and some people brought their children here, making the entire backyard grass very lively.
Of course, Jeff's backyard lawn is shared with the two neighbors, and the two families also participated in this party, and the place is not too crowded.
Luke looked at the new-faced old neighbors and found it very interesting.
Some people dress casually at home, most of them are people in their 40s and 50s, and they came here wearing loose shirts, t-shirts and shorts, and a few of them wore slippers.
It may seem a bit impolite, but people don't care, and no one will go up and blame.
Some of the young people were wearing more formal casual clothes. These were a few young employees of Jeff's company. They couldn't compare to those old guys in slippers and shorts.
There are also a few young people who dress with personality, they let themselves go completely after get off work, and dare to wear all kinds of trendy clothes and pants.