Chapter 25: Unexpected Gains

() "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 was not stopping at all. Multitasking 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 just Olive, the maid. After all, there were so many rooms up and down the villa, as well as corridors, foyers, stairs, etc... Even if it was just for superficial cleaning work, one person I have to work for a long time. What's more, there are chores like cooking and laundry to do. Even if you include the things that Henderson and Barton can help with, the manpower is not 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 rarely 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. It was obvious that she didn't want Oliver to continue talking. Presumably, this maid had quite a lot of complaints against the master's first two wives and often complained, and these contents were not suitable for an outsider to hear.

Oliver was also very sensible. When his wife spoke, she quickly shut up and started working.

"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, which can avoid the separation of oil and water." He Put the bowl aside, "Pour the prepared sauce on the oysters in a while. My special baked oysters with spinach and nǎi cheese will be completed."

"You always surprise people, Mr. Feng." Odetta was also very grateful that he did not pursue the question further, and complimented her like a donkey, "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-style 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 by myself in time." Feng Bujue's demeanor indeed seemed very relaxed and casual, but his movements could be said to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. 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 have a good meal...

In this scenario, players need to take in food and water. Since we still have 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. .

Now, you can not only use the resources in the script to enjoy an expensive meal in real life for free, but also show off your cooking skills. Feng Bujue would definitely not want to miss such a good thing.

"By the way, madam, I have a question. I don't think Inspector 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 emerged with a look of surprise.

Oliver also looked here with 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... my relationship with Dennis 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 was always 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: "Oh, it seems I can't hide anything from you..."

Feng Bujue was saying in his heart: I am 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 could answer, she immediately said, "But I swear! I didn't kill Dennis! I didn't even enter that room!"

"Well, I believe you." Feng Bujue picked up a handful of washed vegetables, spread them in front of his eyes, and cut them at high speed, saying as he cut, "In my opinion... this is what happened...

This afternoon, your husband and Dennis had an argument for some reason, and they even fired a gun. As the hostess of this family, you would be worried about this, which is also human nature.

At that time, you must have been speculating in your heart that the reason for the quarrel between the two was because of you. So... after a while, you went to Dennis's guest room to talk to him." His words were as rhythmic as the sound of a knife cutting on a chopping board, and his speed was extremely fast.

"As a result, you knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, so you left. Unexpectedly, not long after... Dennis was found dead in the room.

Since Dennis had always been on bad terms with you, and you happened to have been to the door of this room at the time of the crime, you were undoubtedly a huge suspect. You were afraid of being implicated, so you kept the matter secret for the time being." (To be continued.)