American forensics, but the gourmet system

In the fresh produce section of the 24-hour supermarket, rows of chilled lamb, each piece wrapped in plastic wrap and labeled with a price tag, were displayed.

Russell looked around and saw that each piece of mutton had a line of small print on it.

[Ingredient compatibility: 30%]

[Ingredient compatibility: 45%]

[Ingredient compatibility: 0.1%]

"This meat may have gone bad."

Russell pointed to the piece of mutton and said to the supermarket clerk next to him.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Could you cut it open for me so I can see it? I'd like to buy one."

The burly white woman, with a waist ten feet wide, looked at Russell with a hint of disbelief, picked up the piece of lamb, unwrapped the plastic wrap, and cut it off with one stroke.

The yellowish-green abscess burst open.

"OOOOH! Holy! Shit!"

The older woman started cursing.

Russell shrank back, took a piece of mutton with a 75% fit, and slipped away.

Fresh lamb in the supermarket was already sold out, so this piece of chilled lamb was the perfect match for the recipe.

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At 1:30 a.m., Russell opened the apartment door carrying two pounds of chilled lamb and some vegetables.

On the street, the blue and red police lights were still spinning. Russell drew the curtains in the living room, separating the two worlds.

Since the crime scene was just a street corner from Russell's residence, after waiting for Dr. Beckman, who had gone through a lot of trouble to get to the medical examiner's office (Dr. Beckman was very surprised when he saw the incision on the neck of the corpse, but did not say anything), Jesse and Captain Hansen, who were going back to the scene to continue the investigation, took Russell back to his residence on the way.

The forensic work is basically finished; the remaining task of apprehending the suspect will now be handed over to the police inspector and detectives in the team.

Russell wanted to test the heat control skills and hand-cut fresh lamb recipes he had just acquired from the system, and also reward himself with a late-night snack to celebrate solving the case.

Although the suspect has not yet been apprehended, the fingerprints taken from the neck of the deceased, Joey Cruz, are almost enough to declare the case solved.

As an undocumented immigrant working in New York, Joey's interpersonal relationships can be described as extremely simple.

Now, all the Major Crimes Unit has to do is find the guys who frequently interact with Joey and then collect their fingerprints for comparison.

Russell estimated that he would hear news of the case being solved when he went to work.

However... something seems a little off in the apartment today.

Russell stared into thought as he looked at the two enormous suitcases that had appeared in the center of the living room.

Could it be that a roommate has moved in?

This apartment has two bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms, a small living room, and a fully equipped kitchen.

Russell rented one of the bedrooms for $1000 a month. His previous roommate was a graduate student from New York University in Shandong Province, China, who had graduated and returned to China three months ago.

The bad news is that Russell lost a dining companion with similar tastes to his own.

The good news is that Russell inherited all the seasonings and kitchenware he left behind.

Russell glanced at the other closed bedroom door and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Russell's landlord had told him a few days ago that a new tenant might move in, and it seems that while Russell is passionately dissecting his apartment tonight, his roommate is also moving in.

Russell went into the kitchen and began washing the vegetables.

After placing the washed cabbage, enoki mushrooms, and spinach in a colander, Russell began processing the piece of chilled lamb that was 75% compatible with the hand-cut fresh lamb.

The technique for cutting mutton is quite different from the "Butcher's Knife Method" of dissecting an ox. The essence of the "Butcher's Knife Method" is to cut along the muscle fibers and smoothly separate the muscle tissue.

Hand-cut fresh mutton requires cutting long muscle fibers to prevent it from getting stuck in your teeth, while also preserving the texture of the mutton.

Although the "Butcher's Knife Technique" cannot be directly applied to cutting mutton, Russell, with the recipes provided by the system, has fully grasped the skills and essence of hand-cutting fresh mutton. He only needs to adjust his knife control according to the recipes.

Russell picked up the cleaver with his right hand, and while holding the mutton with his left hand, he used his fingertips to control the thickness of the slice by pushing and pulling the cleaver on the meat. The perfect slice of mutton, about half the size of a palm, was created.

……

Half an hour later, the water in the pot on the induction cooker boiled, and a few sections of scallions floated in the water, looking like a few broken fingers that had been soaked until they turned white.

Russell sprinkled in a handful of dried shrimp, let them cook in the pot for a while, then turned around and took out a jar from the refrigerator, scooped out a few spoonfuls of thick sesame paste, added a little broth from the pot, and started stirring.

Add fermented bean curd, chive blossom sauce, and a little chili oil.

Thanks to my foodie roommate, Russell had all the seasonings available in Brooklyn's Chinese supermarkets.

A delightful aroma began to fill the kitchen.

Like Pavlov's dog hearing a bell, Russell was already salivating.

Russell was about to pick up his chopsticks and take a slice of mutton when his phone suddenly rang.

"I knew you weren't asleep yet, Russell!" Jesse's excited voice came through the receiver. "Guess what?"

"It's 2:15 AM, Jesse..."

Russell said helplessly.

"Ah, of course... but you're probably wondering about the latest developments in the case... We've caught the killer. He's a big guy, and you'll see him in the interrogation room tomorrow..."

"What was the motive?"

Russell asked the question that interested him most.

"We don't know yet." Russell could practically picture Jesse shrugging over the phone. "The suspect requested a lawyer be present during the interrogation, so we don't yet know his motive or method... But thanks to your autopsy results, Captain Hansen asked me to thank you. He said he hopes you have sweet dreams tonight..."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

The arrest of the suspect amplified Russell's appetite to an even greater degree.

He picked up a piece of mutton, glanced at its size, thickness, and texture, and put it into the boiling broth. The mutton quickly curled up and changed color.

Three, two, one.

His masterful control of timing and intuition put him ahead of Russell.

"Um...sorry?"

A voice came from behind Russell.

Russell turned around abruptly, nearly dropping the slices of mutton from his chopsticks.

A young girl wearing a cotton nightgown, revealing half of her smooth calves, stood in the doorway.

She had long, slightly wavy, dark red hair and a slender figure. Using his forensic knowledge, Russell quickly determined her height to be approximately 172 centimeters and her age to be around 23 years old. Her bust size was…

Russell tried to shift his gaze to the girl's face, but her blue eyes remained fixed on the slices of lamb on Russell's chopsticks.

"Um... I know it's a bit presumptuous of me to ask this..." The girl's throat bobbed, and she pointed to the slices of lamb Russell was holding on his chopsticks. "May I have some?"

Russell blinked, put the lamb slices into the dipping sauce bowl, and handed it to the girl along with the chopsticks.

Seems like... she's an even bigger foodie...