"Let's go, go to my house, get some delicious food, everyone sit down and sort out the case again, maybe there will be a windfall."

Jack beckoned John to take Grace with him, drove with Angela, went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients, and then returned to his house.

The small white two-story building has been renovated, and John basically helped with the kitchen before he took a vacation, and for the next two weeks off Jack tossed a large bathtub in the bathroom on the first floor, cleaned most of the old furniture, and repainted and painted the walls.

The whole house looks unchanged from the outside, but the interior has been completely renewed, except for the lack of some electrical appliances, it is infinitely close to the appearance of Jack's dream home.

As soon as Jack got home, he went into the kitchen to work and let them visit as they pleased.

"What's wrong? Your expression is a little strange? ”

Jack was busy in the kitchen when he saw John walking in and asked with a look of resignation.

"You did it all alone?"

John's index finger was pointing upwards and he drew a circle, referring to the whole house.

"Yes, I've been busy with this for two weeks, and I've readjusted the wiring arrangements in the next few rooms, although there is nothing wrong with trying, but I still need your help to check it."

Jack tasted it, added some water to the borscht, turned it into a low heat, and after this toss, those entry-level life skills obtained from "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents" were basically upgraded to proficient.

But his small savings were basically used cleanly, and if it weren't for the bonus that was paid after the terrorist attack, he would almost have no money to pay the bills at the end of the month.

"If my original partner had half the efficiency of you, maybe I would have made a fortune a long time ago."

What kind of capitalist is this, Jack can guess what John really thinks.

"You want to redecorate your house too, no problem, I can help as long as I have time."

I have the impression that this guy has been tossing his house for more than a year, and there have been countless small troubles such as circuit fires and shelves collapsing, which is still quite funny when I think about it now.

With a grateful look on his face, John rubbed his hands together and came to the board, picked up a tomato and asked, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Just slice it, and this."

Jack was unceremonious, handed him a few cucumbers, there are a lot of people today, and they are all hungry, although John is not good at cooking, but he is also a middle-aged uncle with rich life experience, and the level of helping him to do it has always been okay.

Stuff a whole chicken wrapped in tin foil into the oven under the stove, set a time, and Jack strain the fried peanuts out of the oil and sprinkle them with sea salt while they're hot.

Soon, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cucumbers, a bowl of tomatoes mixed with sugar were served first, and some cold dishes such as ready-to-eat sausages bought from the supermarket.

"There are 40 minutes to go to dinner, so let's eat as much as you like."

Jack was hesitating to open the bottle of Erguotou, he had been a little short of money lately, he really forgot to prepare some red wine for the family, he only had this thing on hand, but the thought of waiting to talk about things later, he was drunk and a little unsuitable.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Wesley, who had been called by Angela, appeared at the door with a bottle of dry red wine from Harlan Winery.

Angela took the initiative to run to open the door to greet her, and the two kissed me for a while before entering the living room.

Unlike Westerners, who are accustomed to separating the living room and dining room, Jack remodeled the kitchen and occupied part of the original dining room, so he simply integrated the living room and dining room, and built a big square table in the middle, which was squeezed and even able to sit down three.

Although this is somewhat strange compared to the long dining table commonly used by Europeans and Americans, who made it his own home?

Everyone sat down one after another, and followed Jack to eat a lot, John and Angela were already skilled enough to fly with chopsticks, and he only prepared Western-style cutlery for Wesley and Dr. Carris.

Today, Tim and Lucy were not there, and John was secretly relieved to see that there was no hot pot on the table, because the spicy meal a few weeks ago had tormented him.

Jack looked at his expression and laughed secretly in his heart, he didn't expect a Sichuan-style hot pot to work so well, and successfully sent two middle-aged people with "hemorrhoids" to the hospital, but he still provided after-sales service with a conscience.

Taking the opportunity of sending two Ma Yinglong ointments from Celeste, he tried the master-level healing technique on the two of them, and then was pleasantly surprised to find that the healing technique, which was originally only effective immediately, could actually continue to take effect.

The original mastery-level healing technique can already be called a magic skill, but it is actually a little inconvenient to use, for example, when rescuing the county policeman who lost his left foot before, Jack actually spent more mental power on controlling the range of the healing technique in order not to wear it.

Otherwise, if you exert all your strength, the wound on the broken leg will be closed instantly, and it is estimated that it can be worshiped as a miracle by John on the side.

In addition to the original instantaneous healing effect, the current healing technique can also be effective in a continuous way, similar to the game to put a skill on teammates that continuously regenerates health, which can't help but make Jack think about it.

If he casts a healing technique on himself in advance in the rain of bullets in the future, will he have a chance to recover even if he is shot in the head, but I don't know if the self that has regrown his brain is still not the original self.

Of course, this is just his cranky thoughts, with his current attribute increase rate, it is estimated that in a few years, when the spiritual power and system break through 30, unless he is directly hit by a high-power weapon.

Otherwise, even if you go to the battlefield where bullets are raining, it may be an exaggeration to say that you have completely dodged bullets, but it is definitely okay to turn a second kill into a serious injury, and a serious injury to a minor injury.

Because of the rush of time, today's dinner is relatively simple, not counting the few cold dishes that were put on the table at the beginning, a whole roast chicken made of Los Angeles red chicken, a borscht, and a dumpling that Jack stored in the refrigerator at Christmas, filling the stomachs of five people is not a problem.

There were no particularly devout Catholics present, everyone was used to eating and chatting, and the topic mainly revolved around today's case, Wesley has been his own since the terrorist attack, and has learned when to shut up.

Caris is also considered her own person, not to mention that she also received the drug dealer who was almost killed today, so everyone did not deliberately avoid it in private.

"Angela, what do you think of that Bruno?"

Jack brought up the topic first, this case is not big or too complicated, but this is the first time he has officially participated in the formal solving of the case, if he is finally handed over, it will be a little difficult to calm down after all, so the degree of concern is no less than Angela.