Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 409 - Isn’t It Just Roast Chicken? Oh, How Delicious!

Chapter 409 Isn’t It Just Roast Chicken? Oh, How Delicious!

For example, a young girl was wearing a pair of very long jeans, which only covered half her legs.

The rest was exposed through too many horizontal gaps.

Luke remembered that he had had something similar in his previous life, and his mother had sewed over the holes the very next day with cute Mickey patches.

He could only say that his mother was very caring and might have been worried that he would catch a cold.

Luke and Selina wandered around the party. They didn’t need to greet anyone, because they barely knew anyone.

Selina found Karen and took the food containers to the food table.

Placing “her” beggar’s chicken on the long table for other people to enjoy, Selina looked at the other dishes on the table.

The first thing she saw was the dish at the center of the table. A tiny label below it said: yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger.

What was that? Selina stared blankly.

She was a foodie, and Luke had made her all sorts of food, but he hardly ever cooked fish.

Also, Luke usually cooked Chinese-style dishes, and Selina had never heard of this yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger before. But the presentation alone was enough to make her mouth water.

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This fish was clearly the gem of the table. Nobody had touched it yet, because it looked too beautiful.

Noticing Selina’s gaze, Karen explained, “That’s our new neighbor Natalie’s work. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Was this Natalie really a food blogger?

Selina immediately rejected the idea; after all, Luke had told everybody else that Selina was the one who had made the chicken and the cakes, but had she? Not at all.

Karen didn’t notice Selina’s expression. She was quite curious about the chicken. “What is this? Roast chicken?”

Selina smiled. “Sort of, but it’s in a Chinese style, and tastes different.”

Karen was shocked. “You can make Chinese food?”

Most Chinese dishes were complicated to make, so few people would cook them.

Karen looked at the German sausages on the grill not far away, and felt that the food she had prepared was a little primitive.

In fact, there were few dishes on the table that could dwarf Natalie’s yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger, let alone the sausages and barbecue meat supplied by Jeff and Karen.

Second had to be this beggar’s chicken, which was extraordinary.

For the fun of it, Luke had even gone to Chinatown to get lotus leaves and twine them together into a rough string.

While this beggar’s chicken couldn’t compare with the authentic dish in China, its presentation was very impressive.

It was like how some chocolates were wrapped in gold foil to make them look fancy, although the gold foil wasn’t edible.

The string of lotus leaves was different; once the beggar’s chicken was unwrapped, its alluring fragrance would burst out.

Smelling the fragrance, Karen felt hungry.

She had been too busy entertaining guests to eat anything yet.

As a plump middle-aged housewife, she had her own food preferences.

Selina didn’t consider it a big deal; the first time she had eaten beggar’s chicken, her behavior had been even more exaggerated.

She quickly cut off two chicken legs with a kitchen knife and nimbly dug out the bones.

Putting them on a plate, she said to Karen in a low voice, “It’s best to eat the chicken when it’s hot and nobody’s around, or the only thing you’ll be able to eat later is its butt.”

Karen accepted the plate in a daze, and saw Selina help herself.

She swallowed and quickly picked up a piece of meat with a fork.

When she put it into her mouth, she found it soft and smooth, and there was the faint taste of wine. It wasn’t as hard to chew as regular chicken. She liked the sweet flavor of the meat as well.

Of course, Luke had deliberately modified the recipe and added the sweet element, since most Americans liked food that was sweet and sour.

While they were eating, a woman suddenly said behind them, “Hi, neighbors.”

Selina promptly rolled her eyes when she heard the voice. Quickly stuffing the chicken into her mouth, she said, “Ah, Karen, I need to take this call.”

Then, she directly walked off, as if she hadn’t heard the greeting at all.

Karen’s mouth was still half-full of chicken. She looked at Selina, then turned around with an awkward smile. “Ah, Meg, you’re here.”

Gnashing her teeth, Meg stared at Selina and muttered, “This youngster is so rude. She only knows how to come and eat for free.”

Karen hiccuped. “Meg, we happen to be trying Selina’s food.”

She stressed the latter half of her sentence slightly as a reminder.

Stunned, Meg looked at the beggar’s chicken that was missing its legs. “Isn’t this just roast chicken? You can tell she was just following a recipe, it’s nothing special.”

Swallowing the smooth and sweet meat, Karen couldn’t help but argue, “It’s actually Chinese-style roast chicken made in a special way.”

Meg choked, but maintained her disdain. “It must taste awful.”

Karen already couldn’t be bothered to say anything else, but wouldn’t nod obediently and agree with her nonsense. “Well, at least she tried.”

Saying that, she couldn’t help but look at a vegetable salad on one corner of the table.

That was precisely the “specialty dish” which Meg had prepared.

However, all the salad ingredients, as well as the glass salad bowl, were from Karen’s place.Meg’s “generosity” was truly touching. Nobody could argue with her when she claimed that she couldn’t bring anything now that her house had been sold.

While talking to Meg, Karen quickly cut off a chicken wing and put it on her plate.

Meg had been planning to make snide remarks on Selina’s clothes, but seeing that Selina was dressed in an ordinary style today, she could only shut up.

When she saw Karen eating the chicken wing, she got even angrier.

She grabbed a plate for herself and also cut off a chicken wing. “Let’s see how bad this roast chicken is.”

Despite that, she was a little suspicious... This roast chicken smelled great.

After a bite of the chicken wing, Meg couldn’t help but sigh. “Oh, how delicious.”

Karen: “...”