Chapter 58 Questions of the Investigation Team

When Clare occasionally cooked dishes that were too salty or too bland, Jack became suspicious.

He originally guessed that there might be something wrong with Clare's sense of taste, which led to a poor grasp of the seasoning.

However, what he didn't expect was that Clare didn't have a taste disorder, but had no sense of taste at all and couldn't taste anything.

So, how did she make most of the dishes taste moderate instead of every dish being very different?

"Some dishes need salt, and some don't." Clare explained softly: "I will write it down every time I cook, but different combinations have different standards. After blanching in water, some dishes have already tasted, while others have not..."

Jack patted the back of her hand, signaling her not to say anything more, showing a gentle smile, and looking at her quietly: "I don't blame you, you have tried your best! In fact, I appreciate your efforts!"

Clare pouted her lips, remained silent, tears flashed in her eyes, staring blankly at the dishes on the table.

Jack continued, "I'll cook in the future. Although I don't know how to cook now, I can learn slowly."

"No need." Clare shook her head, "Actually, I like cooking, but I'm worried that you won't be satisfied."

"Satisfied, of course I am satisfied, how could I not be satisfied?" Jack immediately replied, "So, when you cook in the future, put less salt in each dish than before, even if the taste is a little lighter. In fact, eating too much salt is not good for the body."

"Really?" Clare's eyes lit up slightly.

"Of course." Jack smiled and picked up a chopstick of lettuce and meat and ate it in one bite. "In fact, this dish is just a little salty, which is completely acceptable."

After that, he stuffed a big mouthful of white rice, his cheeks bulged and he could hardly chew.

Clare couldn't help laughing when she saw this.

After swallowing the food with great difficulty, Jack poured a glass of water, took a sip, and asked Clare softly: "Is your taste problem congenital or..."

Clare picked up the chopsticks again and answered while eating: "My mother told me that before I was four years old, I would praise the popsicles for being delicious, and I would eat another piece of cake. I especially liked to eat candy."

"Did you get sick later?" Jack was puzzled.

"Later, I suddenly lost interest in food." Clare shook her head, "But my mother didn't know the reason, because I just said it was not delicious, nothing was delicious. Then my mother took me to the hospital for a check-up, and only then did she know that I had lost my sense of taste."

She paused and continued: "At first, the doctor prescribed a lot of medicine for me and tried stimulation therapy, but none of them worked. Later, he was worried that I was young and taking medicine was not good for my health, so he stopped taking the medicine, and then gave up all therapies."

Jack nodded and said nothing more.

For such a young child, he didn't know who his father was, lost his mother, had no family since childhood, and now he has lost his sense of taste.

Why did fate give such a child so much misfortune?

What he can do now is to make Clare live a better life on the existing basis.

He stood up and poured Clare a glass of water, pointing at the stir-fried meat with lettuce and said, "Eat less of this dish, otherwise you will have to find water to drink all night, and I don't know why."

Clare nodded and took the cup of water. She understood what Jack meant. This dish might be too salty.

Just then, there was a knock on the living room door.

Jack turned his head and looked. It was early today and it was not dark yet. He didn't know who came, but he saw more than one shadow at the door.

"Who is it?"

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Lily's voice: "Jack, it's me, and Brother Zheng and Xiao Zhao."

"Oh, they are all here." Jack was stunned. He didn't expect Ray to come back from a business trip. He opened the door and said, "Clare and I are having dinner. Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Lily is always very familiar with people and is the fastest one to enter other people's homes.

She walked in and looked at the dishes on the table, "Not enough dishes, do you have any more ingredients?"

As she spoke, she took out a blue hairpin to clip her hair, and it seemed that she was going to go into the kitchen to cook a few more dishes.

Clare stood up and walked to the front: "Yes, Auntie, I'll take you there."

"No need for your help, just tell Auntie where to put the things." Lily smiled and stretched out her hand to scratch Clare's little nose.

After Bob entered the room, his nose moved, and he walked to the workbench where the light was still on, smelling the smell of wood. He was very interested in these sculptures when he came last time, but he was just working on the case and was not distracted.

This time, he focused all his attention on the sculptures that Jack had made and not made.

Jack followed him in, laughed, took a Spiderman sculpture and a character information card from the drawer of the workbench, and stuffed it into Bob's hand: "I made this extra, and I'm giving it to you."

He had long noticed that Bob liked these little things, and now if he wanted to get closer to the people in the investigation team, the necessary investment was still indispensable.

Bob's eyes lit up slightly. After thanking him, he kept holding Spider-Man and couldn't let go of it. He read the information card in his hand over and over again.

The sound of Lily cooking was soon heard in the kitchen. Because the exhaust fan was replaced with a new one, the suction was strong, and the smell of oil smoke was basically not smelled in the living room.

While Jack greeted Bob, Ray walked around the living room with his hands behind his back, and was then pulled over by Jack to sit at the dining table.

Clare's mother often went out for social events, especially in bars and high-end restaurants, so there were more than ten bottles of red wine and two bottles of white wine left in the house.

Jack brought a bottle of white wine, opened it, took out the cleaned small wine glasses and poured four glasses.

"You can eat first, don't wait for me, it will be ready soon." Lily put a large plate of fried mixed vegetables on the table and turned back into the kitchen.

This mixed vegetable looked delicious and fragrant. Clare's eyes lit up immediately, and she felt like she had found a good teacher.

Jack asked Bob, who was still studying Spider-Man, to sit over and said to Ray, "Old Zheng, Lily said you were on a business trip two days ago. Have you just returned?"

Ray smiled and nodded, "Just returned not long ago. Well, I heard from Nai Jing that your initial judgment was very accurate. The abnormality really occurred on the 7th floor of Jincheng Building. I didn't intend to disturb you at first, but after interrogating the suspect Harry and talking to his son Gary, I thought of coming to ask you something."

"Oh?" Jack looked puzzled.

"When Lily asked you to investigate Jincheng Building, did you see this person?" Ray asked, taking out a piece of portrait paper.

The appearance of the person in this portrait is 90% similar to the appearance of the person after Jack's face change.