Everyone has run away, Luke started to work.
Picking up a few knives in the kitchen and looking at them, he couldn't help shaking his head.
Only one Western-style kitchen knife is commonly used, and the other knives are almost new.
But this set of knives belongs to Zwilling, which is a relatively high-end zillingpro series. The value of this set of kitchen knives is more than one thousand dollars.
If a person is not a chef and does not like to cook, one can infer his wealth by looking at his kitchen knives.
A kitchen knife like this, which is bought like an ornament, can reflect the owner's wealth and strength.
The chef's knife that was used the most was given up by Luke, and he chose the Santoku knife that was hardly used.
This kind of knife is similar to a chef's knife, as long as the technique is good, it can be used in most situations.
With Luke's method, using this knife is not much different from using a chef's knife.
He first marinated the tenderloin with char siew sauce, then cleaned and diced the celery, carrot, tomato, and onion, and then processed the sirloin, steak, and pork.
After working for less than ten minutes, a small head appeared at the door of the kitchen, quietly watching his work progress.
Luke didn't look back, he just asked, "Are you hungry?"
Minty was curious: "You...you didn't go to any culinary school, did you?"
Luke hehe: "Anyway, I haven't been to New Oriental."
Mindy: "Where?"
Luke: "The legendary chef's sanctuary, as long as you learn from there, you will have the kind of cooking skills that women cry to marry him."
Minty resolutely refused to believe it: "You said that there is a pharmaceutical factory, but I still believe it. I have never seen anyone who eats, eats and cries in my life."
Luke shrugged: "Just take it as an advertisement."
Minty understood right away: "It's a better culinary school, isn't it?"
Luke: "Well, almost."
After saying these few words, he finally turned around: "You are hungry."
This time, he used declarative sentences.
Because little Luoli's stomach obviously grunted a few times, and there was a movement of swallowing saliva.
Minty finally felt a little shy: "Well... Dad went out to sketch early in the morning, and I got up late again, so I wanted to buy groceries and eat lunch early."
Luke had no surprises.
When Minty brought them drinks just now, there was nothing in the refrigerator at all, no slices of bread, milk, vegetables, meat, or eggs. It felt like a bachelor's refrigerator—or the one who had anorexia .
He temporarily stopped what he was doing, found the ingredients from the paper bag on the side, brushed a few knives and cut them up, then turned on the fire and fried an egg in a pan, and spread tomato slices with leaves: "There is no pickled cucumber, only That's it."
As he spoke, he put the extremely simple ham and egg sandwich on the plate and put it on the dining table: "You don't need me to make milk and cereal for you, do you?"
Minty stared at him blankly: "You are so proficient in this operation, are you really a chef?"
People who really cook for a long time and those who rarely cook will show obvious differences in the simplest operations.
Minty is also considered an experienced knife user, and he has a very clear feeling of the smoothness and ease when he uses a kitchen knife, just as casual and easy as playing a butterfly knife with her.
This is definitely a professional level.
Luke started lunch again: "Probably enough to open a second-rate restaurant, the kind that costs about $100 per person."
Minty came in without pouring the milk, and directly took a bite of the sandwich: "emumu~ It tastes better than my own, why is that?"
Luke pondered for two seconds: "Things that don't have to be done by yourself are always a little bit sweeter. So, it's probably because of laziness."
Minty: "...thank you."
She also clearly felt the truth of cannibalism with a short mouth.
For the sake of her stomach, she chose to accept the scapegoat of "laziness".
When it was five past twelve, Damon finally returned home with his drawing board on his back, and several large flat boxes in his hand.
That's the very common protagonist of American fast food takeaway—pizza.
But as soon as he opened the door, he could smell the faintly unfamiliar yet familiar aroma of food in the air, and he couldn't help being a little dazed.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, a naked Latina beauty is turning her head to look.
Seeing him, she smiled naturally, stood up and waved: "Hello, Mr. McCready, I'm Luke's friend Selena."
Damon felt relieved a lot, and scanned the living room.
Selena seemed to know what he was thinking: "Minty is in the kitchen, she should be trying some dishes."
In the kitchen, of course Luke heard the conversation, and patted the little Luoli on the head who was struggling with the beef brisket: "Your dad is back, tell him to clean up, and then you can have lunch."
Minty let out an oh, and trotted out: "Dad, you're back. Hurry up and wash your hands, lunch is ready, just wait for you to come back?"
Damon: "Huh?"
Five minutes later, the four of them sat at the dining table, and Damon looked at the dishes on the table in a daze.
Luke said with a smile: "Mindy said she hasn't had breakfast yet, and she's going to buy groceries and make them fresh, so I took the liberty to come here. Make whatever you want, the taste is average, don't expect too much."
Damon: …
Steak, char siew, beef brisket with tomato, and then a smorgasbord of sliced pork with celery, carrots and onions.
Except for the steak, which is the same thing, other things, whether it is the red and sweet char siu, or the same red and sweet and sour tomato sirloin, and the green, white and red vegetable hodgepodge, all make people drool.
Instead, Selena comforted herself silently: Forget it, for the sake of Luke doing it himself, this meal is barely edible.
The shortcomings of these dishes were obvious to her already intuitive taste buds.
The char siu has not been marinated enough, so the inside is not tasty enough.
The simmering time of the tomato beef brisket on low heat is too short, and the beef brisket is not soft enough.
The quality of the pork in the vegetable hodgepodge was mediocre, which detracted from the deliciousness of the whole dish.
But these are not problems with Luke's cooking skills, it's just that there is not enough time, and the father and daughter can't eat it.
Compared with the father and daughter who subconsciously speeded up after taking a few bites, Selena ate at a similar pace to normal people today, and the sense of superiority in her heart was even more apparent.
It's such a poor dish, it's like I haven't eaten it in a few lifetimes, how pitiful! A certain foodie complained about the father and daughter in his heart, never thinking about himself back then, but he could even eat lazy food with relish.
Soon the dishes on the table were swept away, and the pizza that Damon bought had long been forgotten in the living room.
Minty was left alone in the dining room, clearing away the dishes.
Damon and Luke sat back in the living room, drinking coffee and chatting.
The two talked a few words about their recent situation, which were probably meaningless nonsense like "how are you doing, very good. How am I doing? It's also good", so Luke changed the subject.
"Damon, it may be rude to say this, but I don't think it's a good choice to leave Minty at home alone, or even let her go buy lunch ingredients." Luke said it was a crit.