Is it normal for all of them to die? Happy that I'm still alive? Very lucky that I'm still alive?
Klein shuddered violently and hurriedly took two steps towards the door in an attempt to chase after the policemen for protection.
But just as he touched the handle, he suddenly stopped.
The police officer made it sound so scary, so why didn't they protect me, an important witness or key clue?
"Isn't this too careless?"
Is it a test, or a bait?
All kinds of thoughts battled in Klein's mind, making him suspect that the police were still "watching" him in the dark to observe his reaction.
Thinking of this, he calmed down a lot and was no longer as panicked. He slowly opened the door and deliberately shouted at the staircase with a trembling voice,
"You'll protect me, right?"
Pa, pa, pa. The police officers didn't respond. The rhythm of the leather shoes touching the wooden stairs didn't change.
"I know! You'll do this! " Klein shouted again in a feigned tone of conviction, trying to act like a normal person in danger.
The footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared at the bottom of the apartment.
Klein snorted and sneered in his heart.
Isn't this reaction too fake? His acting isn't up to standard!
He didn't chase after them. He turned back to the room and closed the door.
In the next few hours, Klein fully showed his restlessness, restlessness, anxiety, and incomprehension. He didn't relax just because there was no one around.
This is called self-cultivation as an actor! He mocked himself in his heart.
When the Sun set in the west and the clouds in the sky "burned", the residents of the apartment went home one after another. Only then did Klein shift his focus to other things.
Melissa should be out of school soon … He looked at the stove, picked up the kettle, peeled off the coal, and took out his revolver.
Without any pause or delay, he reached his hand to the back of the wooden plank at the bottom of the bunk bed, where there were about a dozen wooden planks crisscrossing.
After clamping the revolver between a wooden plank and a wooden plank, Klein straightened his body and waited anxiously, afraid that the police would suddenly break open the door and rush into the room with guns.
If it was the normal World of Steam, he was sure that no one would see what he did just now. However, there was extraordinary power here, extraordinary power that he had verified himself.
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door. Only the sound of two tenants talking about going to the Wild Heart Bar on Iron Cross Street could be heard from afar, and then from near to far.
"Phew." Klein exhaled and his heart settled back into his chest.
He just had to wait for Melissa to come back and make lamb stew with tender peas!
As soon as this thought appeared, Klein's mouth seemed to be filled with the aroma of meat juices. He also remembered how Melissa made lamb stew with tender peas.
First, she boiled the water and boiled the meat. Then, she added onions, salt, a little pepper, and water to stew it. When the time was right, she added peas and potatoes and stewed it for forty to fifty minutes.
It's really simple and crude … It's supported by the meat itself! Klein couldn't help but shake his head.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. Commoners didn't have many kinds of seasonings or cooking techniques. They could only pursue simplicity, practicality, and frugality. In any case, as long as the meat wasn't burnt or spoiled, it was fine for people who only ate it twice or even once a week.
Klein couldn't be considered a good cook. He mainly ate out, but he cooked three or four times a week. After weeks of accumulation, he still had a passable standard. He felt that he couldn't let that pound of lamb down.
I'll wait for Melissa to come back before I cook. It'll be after 7: 30 p.m. by then. She'll starve … It's time to show her real culinary skills! Klein found an excuse for himself. He first reignited the fire and went to the public bathroom to get some water to wash the lamb. Then, he took out a chopping board and a kitchen knife, and chopped it into small pieces.
As for how to explain his sudden culinary skills, he decided to blame it on the dead Welch McGovern. Not only did this classmate hire a chef who was good at Midseashire's specialties, but he also often cooked up his own delicacies and invited others to taste them.
Yes, the dead won't refute me!
However, this is the World who has a Beyonder. The dead might not be unable to speak … With this thought in mind, Klein felt a little guilty.
He put the messy thoughts aside and placed the meat into the soup bowl. Then, he took out the seasoning box and shook a spoonful of half-yellowed coarse salt into it. In addition, he took out some black pepper from a special bottle and mixed it with the lamb and salt to marinate it.
He placed the saucepan on the stove and waited for it to heat up. While he was waiting for it to heat up, Klein found the remaining carrots from yesterday and cut them into many pieces along with the onions he bought today.
After finishing his preparations, he took out a small jar from the cupboard. After opening it, there was a little lard left inside.
Klein got a spoonful of it and put it into the pan. After it melted, he added the carrots and onions and stir-fried them for a while.
The fragrance began to spread. Klein poured all the lamb into the pan and carefully fried it for a while.
During this process, he should have added some cooking wine. At the very least, he should have replaced it with wine. However, the Moretti family didn't have such luxuries. Baansen could only drink a glass of beer a week, so Klein could only make do with it. He poured some boiling water and stirred it casually.
After simmering for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid and put in the tender peas and sliced potatoes. He then added a cup of hot water and two spoonfuls of salt.
Closing the lid and lowering the fire, Klein exhaled in satisfaction as he waited for his sister to return home.
As time passed, the fragrance in the room grew stronger. There was the temptation of the meat, the richness of the potatoes, and the "freshness" of the onions.
As the scents gradually mixed, Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time. He pressed the pocket watch's lid and looked at the minute hand.
Forty minutes later, footsteps that weren't exactly brisk but were rhythmic approached. The key was inserted, the handle turned, and the door opened.
"It smells so good …" Melissa murmured doubtfully before she entered.
She took her handbag and walked in. Her gaze swept across the stove.
"You made this?" Melissa paused in the middle of taking off her veil. She looked at Klein with fear in her eyes.
She sniffed and inhaled more of the fragrance. Her gaze quickly softened as though she had found some confidence.
"You made this?" she asked again, puzzled.
"You're afraid that I'll waste the lamb?" Klein asked with a smile. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Don't worry. I specifically asked Welch how to make this dish. You know that he has a good chef."
"Your first time making it?" Melissa frowned unconsciously, but the fragrance soothed her brows.
"Looks like I'm very talented." Klein chuckled. "It's almost done. Put down your book and hat. Go wash your hands in the bathroom and wait to taste it. I'm very confident."
Listening to her brother's orderly arrangements and looking at his gentle and calm smile, Melissa was stunned at the door and didn't respond.
"Do you like it to be cooked?" Klein urged with a smile.
"Ah, okay, okay!" Melissa snapped back to reality. She carried her handbag in one hand and her hat in the other and rushed into the inner room.
Klein opened the lid of the stew pot. Steam immediately appeared in front of his eyes. Two loaves of rye bread had long been placed beside the lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the fragrance and heat to soften.
When Melissa finished packing and washed her hands and face, there was a plate of lamb stew with tender peas with potatoes, carrots, and onions on the desk. Two loaves of rye bread with gravy were on their respective plates.
"Here, try it." Klein pointed at the wooden fork and spoon next to the plate.
Melissa was still a little confused, but she didn't refuse. She picked up the fork and forked a piece of potato. She brought it to her mouth and took a bite.
The glutinous potato and the rich fragrance of gravy filled the air at the same time, making her salivate crazily. She finished the potato in two or three bites and swallowed it.
"Try the meat." Klein pointed at the plate with his chin.
He had already tasted it and felt that it was only a passing standard. But for a little girl who had never seen the market and could only eat meat occasionally, it was enough!
Melissa's eyes were filled with anticipation. She carefully forked a piece of lamb.
It was stewed until it was quite soft. It felt like it was about to melt as soon as it entered her mouth. The real meat fragrance burst out, and the wonderful juice flowed and filled her mouth.
It was a wonderful feeling that she had never experienced before. Melissa couldn't stop at all.
When she came back to her senses, she had already eaten several pieces of lamb.
"I-I, Klein, this was prepared for you …" Melissa's face turned red, and she stuttered.
"I've already eaten secretly. This is the privilege of being a chef." Klein comforted his sister with a smile. At the same time, he picked up the fork and spoon, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing his mouth with peas, and sometimes putting down the cutlery to break a piece of black bread and dip it in the gravy.
Melissa relaxed. She was affected by Klein's normal behavior and was immersed in the delicious taste again.
"It's so delicious. I can't tell that this is your first time cooking." Melissa looked at the empty plate that didn't even have any gravy left, and praised sincerely.
"Compared to Welch's chef, it's still a long way off. When I have money, I'll take you and Baansen to a restaurant outside to eat better food!" Klein started to look forward to it.
"You'll have an interview … burp …" Before Melissa could finish, she suddenly couldn't help but let out a satisfied sound.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, looking embarrassed.
It's all because the lamb stew with peas was too delicious!
Klein chuckled inwardly and decided not to mock his sister. He pointed at the plate and said,
He pointed at the plate and said, "This is your mission."
"Alright!" Melissa couldn't wait to stand up, grab the plate, and rush out the door.
After she finished washing, she opened the cupboard and habitually checked the condiment box and other items.
"You used it just now?" Melissa blurted out in surprise. She turned to look at Klein, holding a black pepper bottle and a can of lard in her hands.
Klein spread his hands and smiled.
"A little. That's the price of deliciousness."
Melissa's eyes flickered, her expression changed a few times before she pursed her lips and said,
Finally, she pursed her lips and said, "I'll cook in the future."
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