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When Jimmy Walter placed a medium-rare fillet steak in front of Locke, Locke’s nose was filled with the aroma of roasted beef, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This product is not to be missed.

Perhaps, Doug Stamp’s praise is not false.

The steak here may really be the best in Los Angeles.

The fat on the steak is still sizzling, and bubbles can still be seen bursting. The slightly burnt rosemary is soaked in the boiling butter…

The selected grass-fed fillet, the ingredients are only olive oil, rosemary, red wine, sea salt, and the plate is heated.

This information flashed through Locke’s mind instantly. The cooking time of this steak is first-class, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender. I believe that as long as you cut it open, you can see the light pink blood inside.

His mouth can’t help but secrete saliva. It has been a long time since he encountered such a delicious food that makes him salivate.

Jimmy Walter made a gesture to invite him to enjoy, and smiled confidently: “Eat this first, the sirloin will be ready when you finish eating!”

Locke picked up the knife and fork and smiled: “I can’t wait…”

The steak was juicy and only the surface was browned and hardened, and the middle was still bright red and tender.

After the steak entered the mouth, the aroma of fat instantly occupied the taste buds. The meat was soft and tender, with a hint of chewiness, and the taste was excellent.

After Locke ate two pieces, he put down his fork, took a sip of red wine, and asked Sullivan Gray who was waiting for his feedback: “Can I give an extra tip to Mr. Walter?”

Sullivan Gray smiled heartily: “Of course, this is the best compliment for the chef!”

Locke put down the wine glass and turned his head to look at the door curtain of the kitchen.

He was very sure that if he killed Jimmy Walter, he would definitely get the cooking experience card.

Under Locke’s superb knife skills, the fillet steak on the plate was quickly broken into small pieces, and then sent to the mouth one by one.

Sullivan Gray did not continue to talk to Locke, but quietly watched him enjoy the food, taking a sip of red wine from time to time, his eyes flickering.

Locke had just finished eating the last piece, and Jimmy Walter, as if he had eyes, sent another sirloin steak over. The sirloin had more fat than the fillet, and the aroma of fat was more intense.

“Sirloin has fat, so medium rare would be more suitable…”

Locke gave Jimmy Walter a thumbs up, “This is the best steak I have ever eaten!”

Jimmy Walter took away the two plates on the table and said reservedly, “I hope this sirloin still doesn’t disappoint you!”

Locke shrugged his nose, “I didn’t use olive oil this time. Let me think about it. It should be avocado oil, because sirloin has more fat and the temperature will be higher. Avocado oil has the highest smoke point!”

Jimmy Walter looked at Locke in surprise, “Are you a chef too?”

Locke shook his head, “No, I’m just a food lover!”

Jimmy Walter shrugged, did not continue to ask, and walked into the kitchen with the plate.

Locke cut the steak on the plate. The texture of the sirloin was completely different from the fillet. It was softer, melted in the mouth, and had a richer fat taste.

He took a sip of red wine to neutralize the fat in his mouth, and remembered something, and asked: “Has Jennifer been here?”

Sullivan Gray was stunned for a moment and replied: “No, she is not suitable to come here!”

What a joke, how could Miss Gray come to such a chaotic black area.

Locke nodded and said: “Good, it seems that she didn’t lie to me!”

Seeing Sullivan Gray’s puzzled expression, he took the initiative to say: “Jennifer has always said that the steak I fried is the best she has ever eaten…”

“…”

Sullivan Gray’s eyes turned cold. Has she been showing her affection in front of him without any concealment?

How dare this bastard?

What puzzled him even more was that since they met, Locke had been very calm and even relaxed.

Does this bastard think that he would be indifferent to Jennifer Gray being his lover?

What homosexuality? He is not a fool. How could he not think that Jennifer Grey was just using Elizabeth Koch as a cover?

But he has never figured out why Miss Koch would accompany them to make trouble.

And the Greenberg family, they are a century-old Jewish family, why would they tolerate what this bastard did.

Don’t they think this is a naked humiliation?

And Locke’s words just now shocked him even more. Henry Greenberg actually acquiesced to his relationship with Jennifer!

Sullivan Grey suddenly changed his face and said coldly: “Do you think that just because you helped me a few times, I will tolerate Jennifer to be your lover?”

Locke was stunned for a moment and was a little speechless. As expected, he is a politician who changes his face at any time.

He ate another piece of beef slowly, and then replied: “Then what should I do? Break up with Jennifer?”

Sullivan Grey snorted coldly and replied with a cold face”If you can do it, Lauren and I will be grateful to you!”

Locke shrugged, “Then what?”

Sullivan Gray frowned and said, “What then?”

Locke continued to eat steak and shrugged, “I mean, we pretend to be separated and then sneak together. What’s the point? We can obviously date openly…”

Sullivan Gray stared at Locke coldly and said lightly, “Locke, you should know that as long as I want, the Locke family will have no place in Besquefield. I believe the Greenberg family is very happy to see me do this…”

“…”

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked up at Sullivan Gray. His eyes were cold and expressionless, saying, “Senator Gray, you should be glad that you are Jennifer’s father…”

“…”

Sullivan Gray felt his heart tighten suddenly, and a creepy feeling swept through his body. How could he forget that this bastard was a killer.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn’t move.

Locke put down his knife and fork, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled: “Aren’t you curious why I don’t feel guilty in front of you? You are a big shot in Washington!”

“…”

Sullivan Gray frowned and stared at Locke, realizing that the information he saw about Locke and the Locke family was not comprehensive.

Locke shook the wine glass, took a sip, shrugged and said: “I always thought that there was a tacit understanding between you big shots. It seems that I overestimated you, Congressman Gray!”

Sullivan Gray’s eyes flashed with suspicion, and he snorted coldly: “Don’t think that you can talk to me like this just because you have the Greenberg family behind you!”

Locke took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, which was quickly connected.

He asked, “Butler Buffy, is it convenient for me to talk to Mr. Greenberg now?”

“Wait a minute…”

The call was soon transferred to Henry Greenberg, who asked, “Locke, what’s up?”

Locke stared at Sullivan Gray, who looked doubtful, and said, “I’m having dinner with Senator Sullivan Gray, just to let you know!”

Henry Greenberg immediately replied, “Got it, say hello to Senator Gray for me, I think highly of him!”

“I will, I won’t bother you anymore!”

After hanging up the phone, Locke stared at Sullivan Gray and said nothing more.

Sullivan Gray also stared at him, his expression changing.