"Hey! Man! Don't talk to Miss Ruili like that, or your head will bloom, and the flintlock pistol on her waist is no joke. Vincent walked into the kitchen and said.

"Who are you?" Marcos asked, turning his head.

"I'm also a detective." Vincent said, standing very close to the door, pinching his waist.

Marcos' eyes stared at Vincent: "What do you want to ask?" ”

"I just wanted to ask something else, and I'm not interested in your information at all." Vinson said: "Your cooking is great and the food you cook is very tasty. ”

"Are you here to learn how to cook? Mr. Detective? Marcos didn't believe Vinson's words.

"Yes, man, don't think about it, I just want to learn something useful, and I hope to make some delicious food for my beloved girl in the future." Vincent asked, "Do you understand what I mean?" ”

Marcos nodded and said, "Understood, very understanding." ”

"You're so much like me back then, in order to learn this." Marcos said as he wiped his hands on the lace-covered white apron.

Vincent glanced at Ruili and said, "Then would you like to teach me a little more?" Man. ”

"It's hard." Marcos leaned in front of Vincent, looked at Vinson and said, "Look at your thin appearance, you don't look like a working person at all." ”

"Yes, I'm a little malnourished, so I came to you to learn some cooking." Vincent laughed at himself.

Vincent took a step forward and said, "Did you learn to cook just to fill your stomach?" ”

"I just said it, it's not." Marcos gestured to his head.

Almost indifferent to Marcos's sarcasm about himself, Vincent had already discussed with Ruili to deal with the man in the kitchen separately.

"Miss Ruili, you can bring two servings of food." Vincent said, glancing at the beef that was about to be cold.

"Okay, let's talk."

Vincent watched as Ruili lifted the two plates, twisted her ass, and slowly left the kitchen.

"She's gone, can you teach me now?" Vincent looked into Marcos' eyes, and he was looking for something in Marcos's eyes—determination.

"Absolutely." Marcos turned to look at the sharp knives on the desk and said, "What do you want to learn?" Picking vegetables or cooking? ”

"Learn to cut things."

Marcos's head gradually turned to Vincent's face: "Oh? Cut something? ”

"Yes, like beef, like fruit." Vincent suddenly thought of something: "And that kind of ornamentation on the plate." ”

"Are you sure?" Marcos asked expressionlessly.

Vincent shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, after learning this, I'll learn how to cook with you." ”

"Okay."

Vincent felt Marcos let his guard down, and by this time Marcos' head had turned back.

"Then you see I'll cut it first."

Vincent nodded, then leaned over to watch Marcos cut the beef and his skillful knife technique.

Marcos held the knife in his hand and gently slashed at a piece of irregular beef, which split in two in an instant, and the scene in front of him stunned Vincent, he had never seen such a sharp knife.

Vincent wanted to get the knife in Marcos's hand, and if Marcos made a gentle cut on the person's neck, the wound of the deceased would not be revealed quickly, and it was possible that even blood would not come out.

"Dude, wait a minute." When Marcos was about to cut the fruit, Vincent quickly asked Marcos to stop first, Vincent always had a question in his mind, and he had been circling for a long time.

Marcos asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"What did you think of it before you cut the beef?" Vinson said, "Is it the goal? ”

"What goal? I don't understand. Marcos said, spreading his hands.

"It's the people you want to kill, they're the targets." Vincent chimed into Marcos' ear and said, "Is that clear enough for me to explain? ”

Marcos immediately turned his head: "Hey! What are you talking about? ”

"You still don't understand?" Vincent said, "Are you playing dumb? Man. ”

"You think I'm a murderer?"

"Isn't it? Your eyes betray you! ”

Vincent raised his arm and pointed at the knife in Marcos's hand and shouted, "Hey, man, don't point the knife at me, it's dangerous!" ”