My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The interrogation is over, and Hank and Olinsky return to the Chase Room.

"There's good news and there's bad news."

Hank clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "The good news is that the things we seized are all the dangerous goods that Danny carried."

"All amounts, no problem."

"In other words, he can't do anything extremely dangerous now."

"Bad news." Hank continued: "His comrades don't know where Danny might be hiding. We have to continue working until Danny is caught."

Eileen stood up, spread her hands and said:

"He was exposed too quickly. He didn't have any identification documents, and there were pictures of him at every checkpoint. Under normal circumstances, he would have been unable to escape from Chicago."

"But we still have to be careful. He is like a trapped tiger now."

"That's right." Hank nodded:

"Be careful of getting bitten by him."

"Have you retrieved the traffic surveillance video? Did you find anything?"

"Just got it."

Rusek poked his head out from behind the computer screen: "Getting ready to check."

"hurry up."

Hank put one hand in his pocket: "Everyone is working overtime tonight!"

After speaking, he turned and walked into the office.

Working in the intelligence team, working overtime is normal, not to mention that this is a case that attracts the attention of the whole city, so everyone is busy.

After the Chase Room was quiet for a while, Irene's voice sounded faintly:

"What do you think that bastard is doing?"

"Who knows." Rusek scratched his hair and shook his head and said, "Maybe it will be busier than us."

The bastard in Erin's mouth, the busy guy in Rusek's mouth, was slowly opening his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling, Ethan blinked a few times, lifted the quilt, and stretched out.

It's not good to sleep in the afternoon, it's easy to feel dizzy.

He walked to the window and looked at the winter scenery in the backyard. He jumped up and down a few times, and his brother followed suit.

After his body recovered, he put on casual clothes and went downstairs.

The whole house was quiet and there was no sound.

After a day of hard work, Taylor and Bellis were both tired and were also resting, while Chloe, who was miserable, had already gone out and she still had to arrange things for the evening.

Ethan whistled, opened the refrigerator, and took out three steaks that had been marinated in advance.

Western food also has the advantages of Western food, which is more convenient.

A few minutes of frying back and forth was enough to complete a meal. Although there was a dinner party in the evening, Ethan was not sure if he would have a chance to eat then.

Apples, kiwis, watermelons, and bananas were taken out of the refrigerator one after another.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of chopping could be heard in the kitchen. Fruit cut into pieces was poured into a large glass bowl, then salad dressing and yogurt were poured on it.

The colorful fruits put together are really beautiful.

Finally, I brought out a few more tomatoes and eggs, and as soon as I cracked the eggshells, I walked through the transparent glass wall and saw Taylor walking down the stairs wearing a white nightgown.

She looked sleepy, her blindfold pushed up on her head.

Apart from being lazy, it is also a bit cute.

"Ding ding ding."

The chopsticks hit the glass bowl and made a crisp sound from time to time.

"Can you cook?"

Seeing Ethan holding two chopsticks and skillfully stirring egg liquid, Taylor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "These are chopsticks, can you cook Chinese food?"

She had just woken up, and when she spoke, she still had a nasal sound.

My voice was already excellent, but now my ears feel numb when I hear it.

"Don't you know how to cook?"

Ethan shook a pinch of salt into the egg liquid, looked back, and continued stirring.

"Yes, I'm very good at baking."

Taylor leaned against the door frame and watched him busy quietly: "I just didn't expect that you actually have such a gentle side."

Ethan was wearing an apron and looked like a househusband.

The crazy and violent look was completely gone.

Seeing his methodical look, the corners of Taylor's mouth curled up slightly.

His stomach had become empty, and Ethan had no time to care what the people behind him were thinking.

Beat the eggs, peel the tomatoes and cut into hob pieces.

Grab another handful of noodles and throw them into the stainless steel pot that has boiled water.

I washed my hands and was about to start cooking.

After thinking about it, he looked for a pack of white sugar on the cabinet next to him that had not been opened since he bought it. His taste was a bit weird, so he probably couldn't get used to it, so he had to make a separate portion.

"Where's Bellis?"

Ethan turned the gas stove switch, and flames shot up from the stove mouth, licking the wok.

He turned around and picked up the bowl containing the egg liquid:

"Just wake her up. It'll be done in a few minutes."

Taylor took a few steps closer curiously and looked at the movements of Ethan's hands: "She has already gotten up and will be down in a moment."

The peanut oil bought from Chinatown was swung around in the pan. When the temperature was almost the same, the egg liquid was poured in. The temperature quickly solidified the egg liquid. Ethan turned the wok and spread it into a round cake.

"ah!"

Watching the egg pancake fly up into the air, do somersaults, and then land perfectly, Taylor couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

To her, it was like performing acrobatics.

Fry for a while, then continue tossing. When both sides are browned, extend the spatula inside.

"I bought it."

Taylor frowned and said, "What are you doing? You were so beautiful just now."

The perfect egg pancake was broken into pieces by Ethan in just a few strokes.

"Shut up."

Ethan poured out the fried eggs: "When I cook, I don't like others to direct me."

"Then you definitely can't go to Hell's Kitchen."

He had never had anyone talk to him like this before. Taylor thought he would be very angry, so he opened his mouth and just uttered something in a low voice.

"Are you talking about that reality show?"

Ethan fried the tomatoes calmly: "That chef who likes to stand next to the contestants, and the mom who yells and scolds like crazy all the time?"

"That's right."

Taylor nodded, imagining Ethan being scolded, with a proud smile on his face.

"I'll knock him over with one punch."

Ethan ended her fantasy with one sentence and put a portion of sweet tomato scrambled eggs aside.

"Violent maniac."

Taylor curled his lips, and then saw Ethan repeat the operation again: "Didn't you just do this?"

"I don't like sweets."

Ethan poured light soy sauce and oil into the pot and nodded with satisfaction when he smelled the familiar smell.

The two chatted for a while, and Taylor felt extremely calm in his heart. The atmosphere was not broken until Bellis came downstairs.

Facing Taylor's glare, Bellis spread her hands inexplicably.

Dinner was quickly prepared and served on the table with the help of the two guests.

The fried steak was covered with tin foil and set aside. A plate of boiled noodles in white water was placed in front of the three of them.

"Welcome to my home."

Ethan looked around, flicked his chopsticks and said, "Next, please start."