433 Professional Hitman and Jeff's Request for Help

At the neighborhood beer party previously, Natalie's distinctive dish had been the jewel of the table, so Luke hadn't touched it.

Now that he had a chance to finally taste it, he shook his head regretfully and said, "I prefer spicy poached fish."

Hearing the name of the dish, Selina subconsciously covered her belly. "Is it very spicy?"

Luke was amused. "Relax, I won't make that for you."

He had made a huge tray of poached meat slices last time, and Selina had enjoyed it a lot, even fighting him for the meat. However, she had spent the next day clutching her uncomfortable belly.

Since then, she remembered that "poached" in Chinese cooking didn't necessarily mean poached in plain water.

The next day, Luke and Selina checked in at the police department before slipping back out.

But Elsa still took note of Luke's sunglasses, and casually asked, "That looks nice. Why haven't you worn them before?"