"By the way, there should be a servant in this house, right?" When Feng Bujue spoke, he was concentrating on dripping oil into a bowl of sauce. Although his hands were busy cooking, his mind
But it didn't stop at all. Doing two things at once was not a burden to Brother Jue at all. On the contrary... it was a kind of release.
He had speculated before that the Lovecraft family had more than one maid, Olive. After all, there were so many rooms up and down the villa, as well as corridors, foyers, staircases, etc... Even if it was just for superficial cleaning work, one person
It would take half a day to do it. Not to mention that there were chores like cooking and laundry to do. Even if we included what Henderson and Barton could do to help, the manpower would not be enough.
"Yes, there is also a maid, Mrs. Martha. She is going back to her hometown for Thanksgiving this year and will not be back until after the holiday." Mrs. Odetta replied.
"So you don't even have to come to the kitchen to help, right?" Feng Bujue said with a smile.
Odetta naturally heard the implication of his words, and she replied with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry... I'm really... not very good at this."
Feng Bujue only watched it for a minute and knew that this lady's cooking skills were only rudimentary. She must have seldom come to the kitchen to work on weekdays.
"No, no... you did a good job. I think Ms. Oliver is very grateful that you are here." Feng Bujue said.
"Isn't that right, Mr. Feng, Madam has really helped me a lot these days." Oliver also added, "The previous two Madams were too lazy to pour a glass of water themselves..."
"Oliver!" Odetta interrupted the aunt, winked at her, and shook her head slightly. Obviously, she didn't want Oliver to continue talking. Presumably, the maid was interested in the master's first two words.
The lady complained quite a lot and often complained, but these contents were not suitable for outsiders to hear.
Oliver was also very sensible. When his wife spoke, she quickly silenced her and got busy with her work.
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, picked up the bowl in front of him, and changed the topic, "Look, carefully drip the oil in like this, and then stretch it like a string and stir it, which can avoid the separation of oil and water." He
Put the bowl aside, "Pour the prepared sauce on the oysters for a while. My special baked oysters with spinach and nai cheese will be completed."
"You always surprise people, Mr. Feng." Odetta was also very grateful that he didn't press the question further and complimented her, "Who would have thought that a detective would have such skills in cooking?"
"Haha... this dish is only of medium difficulty." Brother Jue replied proudly, "I am also planning to make two dishes of chicken liver mousse and Sichuan blanched Japanese filet mignon with similar difficulty." He pointed.
A bunch of vegetables in the corner, "Pick out a few old potatoes and fry them twice to make pomme_souffle with a unique taste. The French stuff is pretty good..."
"Oh! I said, Mr. Detective, how many dishes are you going to cook? And I have never heard of many of the dishes you are cooking." Oliver said from the sidelines.
"Don't worry... I can make these dishes on my own in time." Feng Bujue's demeanor indeed seemed very relaxed and casual, but his movements could be said to be fast, accurate, and ruthless at the same time.
It's at least twice as fast as the action in cooking shows on TV...
At this time, Brother Jue's thoughts were actually not complicated. He came to the kitchen for two main purposes. First, he wanted to use the time before dinner to question the last two suspects; second, he just wanted to eat.
Well done...
In this scenario, players need to take in food and water. Since they still need to eat, why not eat better...
The game Thriller Paradise is very good at simulating the taste of food. Players who have bought food props in the mall know that from potato chips to steaks, from candies to lobsters, the game can fully simulate the most realistic delicacies.
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Now, he could not only use the resources in the script to enjoy an expensive meal in real life for free, but also show off his cooking skills. Feng Bujue would definitely not want to miss this good thing.
"By the way, madam, I have a question. I don't think Master Mark has asked you..." Feng Bujue suddenly asked without warning, "Who do you think...in this case?"
Who is the most suspicious?"
Odetta's hand trembled slightly, and she looked at Feng Bujue with wide almond-shaped eyes. The uneasiness that had been suppressed in his eyes suddenly showed up along with the look of surprise.
Oliver also looked here, 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 responded calmly: "The reason is?"
"Because... the relationship between Dennis and I has never been very good." What Odetta said coincided with what Barton told Brother Jue before. "When I married into the Lovecraft family seven years ago,
Dennis once objected fiercely. Although I tried to ease the relationship with him later, his attitude towards me has always been very cold. You can also see it in the foyer today..."
"What I want to hear is..." Feng Bujue interrupted, "...what I didn't see."
Odetta's heart skipped a beat, and then she seemed to understand something and sighed: "Well, it seems I can't hide anything from you..."
Feng Bujue was saying in his heart: I was just bluffing... You are really in trouble!
Odetta continued: "Well...I...I went to look for Dennis before the body was found." Before the other party answered, she immediately said, "But I swear! I didn't kill Dennis!"
I never even entered that room!"
"Well, I believe you." Feng Bujue picked up a large handful of washed vegetables, spread them out in front of his eyes, and cut them at high speed while saying, "In my opinion... the thing is like this...
This afternoon, your husband and Dennis had an argument for some unknown reason, and a gun was fired. As the hostess of this family, it is only natural that you would be worried about this.
At that time, you must have been speculating that the reason for the quarrel between the two was because of you. So...after a while, you went to Dennis's guest room and wanted to talk to him." His words sounded like the sound of a knife cutting on a chopping board.
Very rhythmic and speaks very fast.
"As a result, you knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered the door, so you left. Unexpectedly, not long after... Dennis was found dead in the room.
Since Dennis has always been at odds with you, and you happened to be in front of the door of this guest room during the time of the crime, your suspicion is undoubtedly huge. You were afraid of being implicated, so you hid the matter for the time being." Not finished yet.
