American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1475 Lily and Mung Bean Soup

After that, things turned out the way they are now, as if some kind of belief had collapsed in her heart.

In the height of summer in New York, the daytime outdoor temperature is at least over 30 degrees Celsius. Although Jack prepared a straw hat for Root, the scorching sun still made her face turn bright red.

"She looks like she's about to have heatstroke."

Hannah had a general understanding of what Root had done before. Seeing Root's face covered in tears and sweat, she didn't feel sorry for her, but she understood the reasons why Root's personality had become so extreme back then.

"It's okay, I made Lily's mung bean soup." Jack opened the refrigerator and took out a pot of lily and mung bean soup.

Edible lilies, also known as "tiger lilies" or "tiger-skin lilies," are named for their recurved petals that have purplish-black spots resembling those on a tiger.

The Latin name of this lily species, *Lilium lancifolium* Ker Gawl, is simply "Tiger lily" in English.

The bulbous rhizomes of this lily are edible. When dried, they become a traditional Chinese medicine. When fresh, they can be cooked with mung beans to make a soup. Adding mint and rock sugar at the end makes it a top-quality summer tonic.

In the Chinese medicine shops in Chinatown, only dried lily petals could be found, but this did not stump Jack. "Tiger lily" is an ornamental plant and is cultivated in the Staten Island Botanical Garden.

Jack had made it a few times before, and considering how difficult it was for Americans to pronounce, he simply named it "Lily's Green Bean Soup".

"Ms. Groves, come in and rest for a while." The beautiful and kind-hearted Hannah served herself a bowl, but instead of eating it right away, she opened the screen door and waved to Root.

Gen, still radiating summer heat, washed his hands under the tap for a long time, then frowned as he looked at his still-black fingernails.

Although she was once a small-town girl in Texas, she never had the experience of helping her parents work on the ranch from a young age like Hannah.

Hannah shook her head and chuckled at her dazed look. She quickly walked to the bathroom, and soon came out with an old toothbrush. She wet it, scrubbed it on the soap a few times, and handed it to her.

Seeing Gen look at her blankly, Hannah shook her head helplessly, took her hand, and gently brushed the dirt from under her fingernails with a toothbrush, just like a patient kindergarten teacher.

Gen finished the bowl of bean soup, which tasted somewhat novel to her, in one gulp in a way that was not at all ladylike. She subconsciously licked her lips and looked longingly at the soup pot next to Jack.

"You can drink the rest tonight; you need to replenish your salt now."

Jack placed a glass of warm water with salt in front of her. She frowned and stared at the glass for a while before reluctantly drinking the water.

She didn't take the opportunity to enjoy the cool air in the air-conditioned room for a while longer. After finishing her drink, she got up without saying a word, put her straw hat back on, and went out to work.

Hannah rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and only after Gen's figure disappeared behind the screen door did she whisper to Jack, "I know you've always been good with girls, but someone like her, you can do that too?"

Jack nearly choked on his mung bean soup. "This has nothing to do with me. I just presented her with some facts." He briefly recounted the events of yesterday's secret meeting to Hannah, who blinked in confusion. "Does Mr. Finch know that you can communicate directly with his 'machine' baby?"

Jack chuckled and gently pressed his index finger to the girl's red lips. "Shh, it's a secret. We can't let Finch know about this now. We'll give him a big surprise later."

Hannah made a face at him. "Hopefully Mr. Finch's heart can take it."
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One evening a week later, when Finch and Reese finished their recent "number" mission and came to the base's small building for a meal, they were utterly stunned by what they saw.

Ms. Gen, who originally had fair skin and a slender figure, has visibly gained weight, and her skin tone has turned into the wheat color that many European and American women desire. She is happily playing with her dog "Little Bear" in the yard with a frisbee.

"What did you do to her?" Reese looked at Jack with "horrified" eyes. "Some kind of evil brainwashing technology?"

"While you have a knack for lame jokes, save them for Jessica," Jack said irritably. "Ms. Gen has simply resolved some inner conflicts and found new goals to strive for."

"So that method of using silver needles tens of inches long to prick people is really a treatment rather than some kind of torture?" Rither continued to display his talent for dry humor.

Jack raised his hand to signal that the guy had done enough. "Finch finally made up his mind to accept treatment, so don't discourage him anymore."

Riser curled his lip in disdain. "Actually, it's not so bad for him to stay like this. Anyway, he already has a fiancée, which means that when they reunite, Finch won't need to kneel down and present the red-haired lady with an engagement ring."

“Mr. Risser,” Finch, annoyed at being exposed, raised his voice, “if you don’t want Jessica to know about your affair with the daughter of some Brazilian diplomat.”

Risser interrupted Finch with a loud cough, not only opening the door for him but also gesturing for him to enter. "I can smell the delicious stew. Finch, you must be starving!"

"What, the daughter of a Brazilian diplomat?" Jessica, Reese's white moonlight, who almost died with Reese if Jack hadn't interfered, was serving food. When she saw everyone enter the house, she turned around and smiled sweetly, like a virtuous hostess.

Risser broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained, "It's just a girl in danger. She was being chased after for accidentally filming a drug deal at a party, including by her boyfriend."

In fact, it was Detective Fusco who heroically saved the day at the last moment, stopping the killer, while I only made a tiny, insignificant contribution.

Detective "DouDou" was already waiting impatiently at the dining table. However, upon hearing this, he unusually did not boast about his achievements as usual, but instead waved his hands humbly.

"If it weren't for the bespectacled man (Finch) reminding me, I almost wouldn't have made it. The man in the suit made his entrance like a knight as always, running over the assassin with his car at the crucial moment, and afterwards teaching Sophia a lesson for her bastard boyfriend."

“Oh, Sophia, that sounds like a beautiful name.” Jessica deliberately placed a plate of fragrant, golden-brown roasted chicken in front of Frosco, and winked at him playfully.

"Hmm, her name is beautiful, and she's beautiful too. Not only is she fluent in six languages, but she's also only 21, the prime of her youth, and has a model's figure." Forsco spilled the beans, completely exposing Risser's flaws.

(End of this chapter)