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"By the way, there should be a servant in this house, right?" Feng Bujue was concentrating on dripping oil into a sauce bowl when he spoke. Although his hands are busy with cooking, his mind never stops. Dual-tasting is not a burden to Brother Jue at all, on the contrary... it is a kind of release.
He speculated before that Oliver was the only maid in the Lovecraft family. After all, there are so many rooms up and down in this villa, as well as corridors, foyers, stairs, etc... Even if it is just superficial cleaning, one person can do it. It takes half a day. What's more, there are trivial tasks such as cooking and laundry. Even if you count the things that Henderson and Button can help, the manpower is not enough.
"Yes, there is also Mrs. Martha, a maid. This year she went back to her hometown for Thanksgiving, and she will come back after the holiday." Mrs. Odetta replied.
"So even you have to help out in the kitchen?" Feng Bujue laughed.
Odetta naturally heard the overtones of what he said, and she replied with some embarrassment: "Sorry... I'm really... not very good at these."
Feng Bujue only looked at it for a minute, and knew that this lady's cooking skills were only at the beginning. Presumably, she rarely came to the kitchen to do things on weekdays.
"No, no... you've done a good job, I think Ms. Oliver is very grateful that you are here." Feng Bujue said.
"Isn't that right, Mr. Feng, these days, my wife has really helped me a lot." Oliver also continued, "The two previous ladies didn't even bother to pour a glass of water by themselves..."
"Oliver!" Odette interrupted the big lady, winked at him, and shook her head slightly. Obviously, she didn't want Oliver to continue talking. Presumably this maid has a lot of complaints about the master's first two wives, and often complains, and these contents are not suitable for an outsider to hear.
Oliver was also very tactful. Seeing his wife speak, she quickly stopped talking and got busy with her work.
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, picked up the bowl in front of him, and changed the subject, "Look, carefully pouring the oil in like this, and then stretching and stirring like pulling a thread, can avoid the separation of oil and water." He put Put the bowl aside, "Pour this prepared sauce over the oysters in a while, and your special baked oysters with spinach and cheese will be completed."
"You can always surprise people, Mr. Feng." Odetta was also very grateful that he didn't press on, and complimented him by taking advantage of the slope, "Who would have thought that a detective would have such a skill in cooking?"
"Hehe... this dish is only of medium difficulty." Brother Jue replied proudly, "I'm planning to make two dishes of chicken liver mousse and hot Japanese filet mignon for a similar difficulty." He pointed to the corner of the wall "Pick out a few old potatoes, and use the double frying method to make a unique omme_souffle. The French stuff is quite good..."
"Oh! Let me say, Mr. Detective, how many dishes are you going to cook? And I have never heard of many dishes you cook." Oliver said beside him.
"Don't worry... I can cook these dishes by myself." Feng Bujue's demeanor seemed very relaxed and casual, but his movements could be described as fast, accurate, and ruthless. The action in cooking shows on TV is at least twice as fast...
At this time, Brother Jue's thoughts are actually not complicated. He came to the kitchen for two main reasons. First, he wanted to use the time before dinner to interrogate the last two suspects. Second, he just wanted to have a good meal...
In this script, players need to consume food and water. Since the same thing is to eat, why not eat better...
Horror Paradise is a game that simulates the taste of food very well. Players who have bought food items in the mall know that from potato chips to steaks, from candies to lobsters, the game can fully simulate the most realistic delicacy .
Right now, he can use the resources in the script to enjoy expensive meals in real life for free, and show off his cooking skills. Such a good thing, Feng Bujue must not want to miss it.
"By the way, ma'am, I have a question. I don't think Officer Mark has asked you..." Feng Bujue suddenly asked without warning, "Who do you think... in this case, who is the most suspect?" Woolen cloth?"
Odetta's hand trembled slightly, she stared at Feng Bujue with wide almond eyes, the uneasiness that had been suppressed in his eyes was instantly revealed along with surprise.
Oliver also looked this way, showing a worried expression.
After an awkward silence, Mrs. Odetta seemed to have made up her mind, and her expression became firm: "It's me."
Feng Bujue was still busy with the work at hand, and replied calmly: "The reason?"
"Because... my relationship with Dennis has never been very good." What Odetta said coincides with what Barton told Jue earlier, "When I married into the Lovecraft family seven years ago, Dennis I once strongly opposed it. Although I tried to ease the relationship with him later, his attitude towards me was always very indifferent. You saw it in the hall today... "
"What I want to hear is..." Feng Bujue interrupted, "...what I haven't seen."
Odetta's heart skipped a beat, and then she seemed to understand something, and sighed, "Oh, it seems that nothing can be hidden from you..."
But Feng Bujue said in his heart: I'm just bluffing... You really have something to do!
Odetta went on to say: "Well... I... I went to find Dennis before the body was found." Before the other party answered, she immediately said, "But I swear! I didn't kill Dennis! I even Never entered that room at all!"
"Well, I believe you." Feng Bujue picked up a large handful of washed vegetables, spread them out in front of his eyes, and started cutting at high speed, saying while cutting, "In my opinion... the thing is like this...
This afternoon, your husband and Dennis got into an argument for unknown reasons and a shot was fired. As the hostess of this family, it is only natural for you to worry about this.
At that time, you must have guessed in your heart that the reason for the quarrel between the two was because of you. So... After a while, you go to Dennis' guest room and want to have a chat with him. "His words are as rhythmic as the sound of a knife cutting on a chopping board, and he speaks at an extremely fast speed.
"As a result, you knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered in the room, so you left. Unexpectedly, not long after... Dennis was found dead in the room.
Since Dennis has always been hostile to you, and you have been to the door of this guest room at the time of the incident, your suspicion is undoubtedly great. You were afraid of being involved, so you kept the matter a secret for the time being. "RS
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