In the passenger seat of the car, Luo An was fiddling with his phone when he heard Mona’s question, he looked up and smiled:
"Rember before the missing nuclear warhead incident, Supervisor Elr from the IRS invited us to his ho for dinner?"
After a mont of thought, Mona recalled and asked:
"Did he ssage you again?"
"Exactly."
Luo An showed the text ssage to Mona. Not long after the special investigation team returned to Washington D.C., he had received the ssage.
As the traffic light turned green, Mona started the car and continued driving. Both of them returned to the villa for a brief rest, changed clothes, and then drove to Elr’s house.
Elr’s house was located in the eastern part of Washington D.C. It was a dium-sized villa with a common exterior and a large lawn in front.
"Good evening!"
At the villa door, Luo An and Elr hugged, and Luo An handed him a bottle of red wine:
"A small gift."
"Thank you."
Elr laughed heartily and led Luo An into the villa; his wife Kate and Mona walked into the living room together.
In the center of the villa’s living room, there were two girls sitting on the sofa. The older girl nad Shi Anni, Luo An had attended her coming of age ceremony. The younger girl nad Bella, was the second daughter of Elr and his wife.
"Good evening, ladies."
"Good evening."
Luo An smiled and waved at the two girls; Mona took out two pieces of jewelry and gave them to them. The girls opened the boxes, their eyes lit up, and they said with a smile:
"Thank you, Sister Mona. Thank you, Uncle Luo An."
Luo An: "..."
Kate patted the two girls firmly, and the giggling girls left the living room with Mona. Luo An didn’t mind the little joke and walked into the study with Elr, while Elr’s wife went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Seated in the study, Luo An casually asked:
"How is the Madoff Ponzi sche case going?"
"Madoff has been very cooperative, and we’ve almost settled it. The main task left is transferring funds to those victimized middle-class families."
Elr found a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured a glass for both himself and Luo An, initiating a toast with a very genuine smile.
This case involved many people and if Luo An hadn’t initially given him advice and introduced Mr. Clent and FBI director Robert, the situation might not have gone so smoothly.
Being shot in the back and ruled a suicide was also not out of the question.
Luo An smiled, picked up his wine glass and took a sip. After finishing the drink, Elr found so cigars and asked:
"I hear the case you are handling this ti involves the military?"
Elr passed a cigar to Luo An, who took it but didn’t smoke and nodded while asking:
"Where did you hear that?"
"Just asked around."
As Elr lit the cigar, he said:
"There are no secrets in Washington D.C."
Luo An frowned slightly, this was the second ti he heard this phrase today.
If he was the one collecting the clues, this situation would indeed be advantageous.
But if he wanted to keep so things confidential, this phrase also ant so situations could be troubleso.
Seeing the expression on Luo An’s face, Elr’s mouth curved slightly, and he asked:
"Are you thinking about how to keep your case confidential?"
"Exactly."
Luo An did not conceal:
"If so information leaks during the handling of a case in the future, it would likely cause considerable trouble."
Seeing Luo An’s slightly furrowed brows, Supervisor Elr exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said:
"Actually, it’s quite simple. Only people are interested in news, and only people leak information. People are the carriers of information transmission.
In Washington D.C., it’s not that information isn’t known by others, it’s that the people who know it won’t speak or dare not to."
Luo An understood the aning in Elr’s words; it wasn’t about getting rid of the person spreading the news, but rather, it was about needing to know more people.
His thoughts flashing by, Luo An picked up a water glass, gave a nod, and began discussing other matters with Elr.
Not long after, Elr’s second daughter knocked on the study door, indicating that dinner was ready.
"Wow."
Walking into the kitchen with Elr and his second daughter, Luo An’s eyes lit up at the sight of the dishes on the dining table.
The food on the table included the usual federal vegetable salad, roasted beef and lamb, but it was the bright red lobsters that caught the most attention.
Due to the federal dining system, in front of each person at the table, there was a lobster with its shell removed, covered in cheese over most of its body.
In the center of the table, there were two lobsters as long as an adult’s arm, cut longitudinally in half, roasted at high temperatures until the whole body turned deep red; the at looked slightly charred but the outer layer was very crispy, giving off a rich aroma.
Seeing Luo An’s surprise, Supervisor Elr’s wife Kate smiled and introduced:
"This is Boston lobster."
Luo An Greenwood’s hotown is Boston, where he lived with his parents until they both passed away and he grew up and left Boston for New York.
Although the Boston lobster is actually Maine lobster, and doesn’t have much to do with the city of Boston itself, Luo An still felt the goodwill from Elr’s family. With a smile on his face, he said,
"I can’t wait to try it."
"Then go ahead and taste it!"
Elr patted Luo An on the shoulder, sat down with him at the dining table, and laughed:
"Believe , you are definitely going to love this dish. Marrying Kate was the luckiest thing in my life."
Kate gave Elr a look and laughed. With Mona, the two girls drank beverages while the four adults picked up their wine glasses and clinked:
"Cheers!"
Kate’s skills were truly wonderful; both the cheese baked lobster and the Boston lobster tasted just as good as those made in so outside restaurants.
Through conversation, Luo An and Mona learned that after giving birth to her second daughter, Kate started experiencing so minor health issues.
Moreover, since Elr’s salary and bonuses were quite substantial, Kate decided to quit her job to rest at ho, and cooking beca one of her hobbies.
The dinner ended happily for everyone involved. After the al and so fruit, resting, and chatting for a while, Luo An and Mona got up to leave.
Before leaving, Kate gave them so homade pickles and a cookbook she had made herself, which contained recipes that were not only tasty but also simple to make.
Half an hour later, the two returned to their villa.
Luo An stored the pickles in the fridge, while Mona sat on the sofa marveling at the cookbook and then looking up with a smile, said:
"Luo An, we can stop eating the potato beef now; there are enough recipes here for us to eat sothing different every day for a month."
Luo An plopped down onto the sofa, leaning his body and resting his head in Mona’s lap, asked with a smirk:
"One question, who’s cooking, you or ?"
"Of course, you are."
Mona put the cookbook aside, lowered her head smiling, and said:
"Your cooking tastes better than mine."
"And washing the dishes?"
"That’s you too, because you wash them cleaner."
"So what will you do?"
"I’ll handle eating and grading your cooking."
As Luo An raised his eyebrows about to speak, Mona imdiately covered his mouth with her hand and changed the subject:
"By the way, Caroline called yesterday, said she needed to talk to you.
I asked her what it was about, but she wouldn’t say and insisted you call her back. What’s this about?"
Luo An: "..."
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