Chapter 168 - Dad Is Still Dad
Luke was rather regretful that it didn’t work out. He could only try again later.
He tossed the wooden stick away and stuck a tracer to the man’s clothes before he quickly left.
When he returned home and saw Selina, who had just gotten off work, he told her that he was going to France the next day.
Selina’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe it. “Why? Why don’t I get the chance to go to France? Ah, I want to visit the Champs-Elysees!”
Luke touched her head and said, “Trust me. You’ll be able to go there very soon, and buy whatever you want.”
Selina looked at him, unconvinced. “Are you dreaming? I’m so poor that I can’t even keep myself full for now…” Suddenly, she burped.
Luke said, “Put your chocolates do before you say that. There’s no way you’ll starve with that.”
Selina said pitifully, “But I’ll have to eat bloody hot dogs when you’re away. Why are hot dogs everywhere in Los Angeles?”
Luke rubbed her head and said, “Alright, alright. I’ll make some food for you right now. You can just heat it up when you want to eat it.”
He then went into the kitchen.
There were two advantages to having their own villa.
Firstly, they could do their Brazilian jiu-jitsu training in a room or the backyard, and didn’t have to rent a room in the martial arts club anymore.
Secondly, Luke didn’t need to worry that his neighbor would call the police when he was making food.
It really was no joke.
There was so much smoke when he cooked that anyone else might think that the house was on fire.
If the firemen came to put it out, they would certainly wreck a lot of things, and they wouldn’t pay for the damages.
Even more unbelievably, Luke would have to pay the firemen instead when they sent him a bill the next day.
The costs were so high that many poor people would rather let their houses burn to the ground than call them.
In a great mood, Luke went to the kitchen and whistled as he cooked with whatever ingredients there were in the fridge.
The fridge here was twice as large as what he had before, and there were enough ingredients to make food that would keep Selina from starving for two weeks.
Luke quickly prepared the food.
He made fifty cupcakes first and packed them into small bags so that Selina could have them anytime.
He then roasted four chickens and put them in the fridge. Selina could just heat them up in the microwave and they would be ready.
The final dish was the main course for tonight. Luke stewed beef in a big pot for a while, before he put diced potatoes inside. He then waited for another twenty minutes.
Selina was already drooling hard.
The braised beef with potatoes smelled too good.
It was supposedly a Russian favorite, but any American foodie would like it, too.
After everything was done, Luke made a salad.
Luke then moved the pot of braised beef with potatoes to the table, filled two bowls with rice from a small cooker, and poured some of the yellow and black sauce from the beef onto the rice.
“Alright, this is what we’re having tonight. Braised beef with potatoes on rice,” said Luke, who had already started eating.
The presentation wasn’t fantastic, but the dish tasted great. Luke could eat two bowls in a row in his previous life.
Selina couldn’t hold back anymore. She took a mouthful, and even though it was burning hot, she was reluctant to spit it back out.
Luke enjoyed the meal.
He had been in L.A. for a while, and since he always had spare time to cook, he had never bothered to make this particularly simple dish before.
But since he was about to go on a trip, and the fridge was big enough, he thought of this dish, which was designed for lazy people.
Rice with a spoonful of hot braised beef and potatoes on it was enough to keep anyone full.
It was a good thing Luke’s rice cooker was too small to cook more rice, or Selina would’ve been too full to move again.
After dinner, Luke simply said, “The dishes are yours.”
With a silly smile, Selina said in satisfaction, “Don’t tell me such a sad thing yet. Let me enjoy myself a little while longer.”
Selina was used to lying on the couch once she was full for at least half an hour before she did anything else, like doing the dishes or watching TV.
Luke enjoyed tea on the couch while he checked the system notifications.
System: You have defeated Bobby Max and have received a list of his abilities.
Bobby Max’s abilities: Basic Taming, Basic Animal Raising… Elementary Mental Communication (X-gene; Prerequisite: 20 Mental Strength and 10,000 credit points. Temporarily unavailable)
Luke wasn’t ecstatic, but he was in a good mood nonetheless.
Bobby had an X-gene, and his familiarity with animals was an invaluable mental ability.
The cost of the ability meant that it was certainly a good one.
However, the prerequisite to learn it was 20 Mental Strength, which was quite tricky.
Also, Luke had tried to see if he could take advantage of a loophole in the system. He knocked Bobby out twice in a row, and even made a bet with him before the first time.
But it clearly only counted as one time in the system.
The bet and the second hit weren’t acknowledged at all, so Luke was unable to learn Elementary Mental Communication.
The system clearly couldn’t be tricked; deception was meaningless in front of it.
Luke had other ideas, but he had to wait until the next day to test them out.
At the very least, he now knew what Bobby’s ability was, and it was just a matter of time before he could learn it.
In the meantime, Luke had come up with other guesses of his own.
Once his three basic stats were all above 20, the prerequisites for many elementary abilities would be met, and he would need a lot of credit points to purchase them.
The common elementary abilities were around a thousand credit points, and the special ones could be more than ten thousand. They were very costly.
For example, Elementary Self-Healing and Elementary Mental Communication, which were both based on X-genes, would use up twenty thousand credit points alone. That was much more than what he currently had.
Luke had already foreseen this.
