After getting in the car, Selena asked Luke to go to the pastry shop first, and she would pay for today's snacks and pastries.
Jin Nugget nodded in satisfaction, and highly praised her self-consciousness.
Luke took out his phone: "I'll ask Lucy to see if their store is open today."
After the earthquake last night, many shops must be affected today, and they may not be open.
After saying a few words, he hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator: "The good news is that they are open as usual today."
As soon as Selena heard it, she knew that there was still something to say, and she flattered herself: "The bad news is..."
"Their store is full of business today. If we go later, we can only buy flour and sugar from the store and make it at home." Luke smiled wryly.
After the identity of the ghost butcher ceased to be active, his cooking time plummeted, and he didn't want to make pastries that were too time-consuming and labor-intensive.
But today, gold nuggets are to be rewarded, and the ordinary pastries he made obviously cannot be used as rewards.
Lucy was a saleswoman in the pastry shop they most often went to.
The price of this pastry shop is relatively high, and the business is usually not warm, and there is rarely a long queue.
But today, there are not many pastry shops in Los Angeles that are still open as usual.
The gold nugget buzzed all of a sudden.
It also has its mouth in its mouth, and it is clear that the level of this shop is different from ordinary pastry shops.
It doesn't want to eat pig food at all.
Luke laughed: "Okay. Lucy specially reserved a whole tiramisu for us in the back kitchen. She guessed that we might need it today."
Selena curled her lips: "Yo, even this can help you consider it. Tell me, how many times has she given you your mobile phone number?"
Luke smiled and said: "I got her mobile phone number when we went there for the second time, have you forgotten? We bought more than a hundred pastries in the store that time, and then became her big client."
Selena was dumbfounded.
As soon as he said it, she remembered it.
Even when Luke was on a business trip, she used Luke's VIP customer to go to the pastry shop, and Lucy was just as enthusiastic about her.
Who made Luke's three big eaters have amazing purchasing power, and Lucy's sales were completed ahead of schedule every month, and they successfully got a lot of bonuses.
Of course, Luke was not stupid enough to tell Selena that Lucy had called several times in private and asked him to go out for drinks and coffee at night.
The main reason is that he is very busy at night, so he has no time to flirt with girls.
Driving near the pastry shop, Luke frowned.
Selena also looked strangely at the pastry shop not far away. It was very noisy and many people were running out.
But seeing that they were not running fast, and they didn't look particularly scared, many of them were trotting while looking back.
Many people even ran across the street and stretched their necks to watch.
Luke and the two looked at each other.
"God bless, don't let our tiramisu go to waste." Selena was a little worried. She had promised a delicious pastry to a certain dog's head, and she might be mocked by it for a long time.
Luke: "Although I really want to comfort you and say no, the possibility is quite high."
"Hmm." The gold nugget was also a little nervous, this was its aboveboard reward, and the Great Demon King personally approved it.
If it's gone, it's not in vain for the idea it racked its brains to come up with yesterday!
Luke: "Okay, I promise that today's food will not fail. If this restaurant doesn't have it, go buy in n out's top burgers at noon."
With that said, he pushed the door out and walked quickly to the pastry shop.
Squeezing into the crowd of onlookers, he saw a group of people in the pastry shop.
They held placards in their hands and talked about something in one go.
In the pastry shop, two female shop assistants including Lucy were talking to the two leaders helplessly.
But the other party looked angry and yelled: "You rich people eat a lot of oil, but you never think about helping the society. You are all vampires."
Luke silently took out his police badge and hung it up, pushed away the group of people, 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. He arrived at the store a few times and patted 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 they choked when they saw Luke with the police badge standing behind them.
Luke: "pd, is there something wrong here?"
There was a look of surprise in Lucy's eyes: "Luke, are you here?"
When the men and women heard this, they immediately became alert: "Are you in the same group?"
Luke looked at the two with idiot eyes: "I'm a customer here, are you still in the same group as Golden Arches and in n out?"
The two were at a loss for words again.
Luke: "Okay, now I'm starting to make a formal inquiry. May I ask, did these two clerks do something wrong? Did they give the wrong change or gave the wrong pastry?"
The men and women looked at each other, and the woman said, "They refused to provide us with food."
Luke looked at Lucy.
Lucy and him are also familiar, and quickly said: "No, no, they want us to give them the pastries in the store for free, but we have not received a notice of the free supply. We notified the boss, but she I can't keep up with something..."
Luke probably understood.
This pastry shop takes the high-end boutique route, the store is not too big, and there are not many customers.
There are usually two female shop assistants in the store, so there is no such thing as a store manager.
Lucy has been working here for a long time, with a good attitude and high customer evaluation, so she is a store manager without a formal position.
Luke raised his hand: "Understood. In other words, these two are protesting here because you didn't give them the property in the store for free?"
When the men and women heard this, they shouted angrily: "We have been hit by a disaster, and we need help."
Luke looked calm: "Is this a welfare institution? Or a church relief point that distributes food stamps for free?"
Looking at the two men and women who were silent, he continued: "This pastry shop does not have a lot of supplies every day. It is not bad to be able to feed 300 people. If you want to feed the disaster-stricken people in Los Angeles, you can Go to those fast food restaurants to protest, each of them has two thousand servings of fast food products in stock. So, why did the inside come here?"
"You, you lackey of the rich!" the woman screamed, "You are the ones who are helping these rich people to oppress ordinary people like us."
"Yes, you still come here to eat often. The price of pastries here is so high, you must be a black policeman!" The man next to him quickly chimed in.
Luke laughed, took out a pen from his pocket, and at the same time pulled a piece of advertising paper from the pastry shop, quickly wrote a few numbers on it, and handed it to the two of them: "This is a complaint from the Internal Affairs Department of the PD General Administration telephone, as well as the complaint telephone number of the Internal Affairs Department of the Western District Bureau, and the hotline number of the Sheriff of the General Bureau. If you have any evidence, you can directly complain to them."