How incisive … Klein laughed out loud. Using his rich "experience" from his previous life, he mocked him again.
"In fact, there is no evidence that those big shots have brains."
"Alright! Very good! "Baansen laughed and gave a thumbs up." Klein, you're much more humorous than before. "
After taking a breath, he continued,
"I still have to go to the dock in the afternoon, so I can only rest tomorrow. When the time comes, well … let's go to the Tingen Housing Improvement Company and see if they have any cheap and decent townhouses for rent. Also, I have to visit Mr. Franky first."
"Mr. Landlord?" Klein asked, puzzled.
Could it be that the current landlord has a row house with a good location?
Baansen glanced at his younger brother and said with a smile,
"You won't forget that we have a one-year rental contract, right? It's only been six months. "
"Hiss …" Klein sucked in a breath of cold air.
He had really forgotten about this matter!
Although the rent was paid once a week, the lease period was a year long. If they moved now, it would be a breach of contract. If they were to be sued in court, they would have to pay a large sum of money!
"You still lack enough social experience." Benson touched his receding black hairline and said wistfully, "This is the condition that I fought hard for back then. Otherwise, Mr. Franky would only be willing to sign a contract every three months. To the rich, landlords will rent for a year, two years, or even three years to ensure stability. But to us, to us and our neighbors in the past, landlords are constantly worried that someone might get into an accident and not be able to pay the rent. All they want is for a short-term contract."
"In this way, they can often raise the price according to the situation," Klein added, combining the memory fragments of the original Klein and his own experience of renting a house.
Baansen sighed.
"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Alright, you don't have to worry about the contract. Frankly speaking, as long as we owe a week's rent, Mr. Franky will immediately throw us out and confiscate our valuables. After all, his IQ is lower than a curly-haired baboon's, and he can't discern complicated matters."
Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly recalled Sir Humphrey's meme and shook his head seriously.
"No, Baansen, you're wrong."
"Why?" Baansen was puzzled.
"Mr. Franky's IQ is still higher than a curly-haired baboon's," Klein replied solemnly. Just as Baansen revealed a knowing smile, he added, "If he's in good condition."
"Haha." Baansen couldn't control his reaction.
After laughing for a while, he pointed at Klein, momentarily unable to find a good way to express himself. All he could do was return to the topic at hand.
"Of course, as gentlemen, we won't use such a shameless method. We'll talk to Mr. Franky tomorrow. Trust me, he'll be easily convinced."
Klein had no doubt about this. The existence of the gas pipe was the strongest proof.
The brothers chatted for a while before putting the leftover pan-fried fish into the vegetable stew. While it was cooking, they used the steam to soften the rye bread.
After smearing some butter on the bread, Klein and Baansen had a simple meal. However, they were still rather satisfied. After all, the milky fragrance and sweetness left a lingering aftertaste.
After Benson left, Klein took three soli notes and some copper pennies and headed for the Lettuce and Meat Market. He spent six pence to buy a pound of beef and seven pence to buy a large Tussock fish with tender meat. In addition, he bought potatoes, peas, white radishes, rhubarb, lettuce, turnips, and other ingredients, as well as rosemary, basil, cumin, oil, and other items.
During this process, he could still sense that someone was spying on him and watching him, but there was no physical contact.
After spending some time at Slyn Bakery, Klein returned home and began using heavy objects, such as stacked books, to train his arm strength.
He originally wanted to do military boxing to strengthen his body, but he had even forgotten the moves of the radio calisthenics. Furthermore, this was something he had only come into contact with during military training, so he had no choice but to make it as simple as possible.
Klein didn't let himself train too hard because that would only make him tired and increase the danger. He stopped at the right time and flipped through the original Klein's teaching materials and notes, hoping to go through the relevant knowledge of the Fourth Epoch.
...
In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat in front of the study table, looking at the food that had been placed on the table. They behaved like children in the upper grades of elementary school.
All sorts of fragrances composed a rich prelude to the food. It was the alluring aroma of the boiled beef, the obvious and lasting stimulation of the mashed potatoes, the sweet entanglement of the pea soup, the subtle and balanced balance of the stewed rhubarb, and the sweet and creamy encirclement of the rye bread.
Baansen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned to look at Klein, who was placing a crispy yellow fish on his plate. He felt the fragrance of the fried fish enter his throat through his nose, into his esophagus, and into his stomach.
Rumble! His stomach made a clear sound.
Klein rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, carried the fried fish plate, and placed it in the center of the tidied desk. Then, he turned around and took out two large glasses of ginger beer from the cupboard. He placed them in the corresponding positions for Baansen and himself.
He smiled at Melissa and took out a lemon pudding as though he was performing a magic trick.
"We have beer, and you have this."
"… Thank you," Melissa said weakly as she took the lemon pudding.
Seeing this, Baansen raised his glass and smiled.
"Come, let's celebrate Klein finding a good job."
Klein raised his glass and clinked it with Baansen's, then Melissa's lemon pudding.
"Praise the Lady!"
Rumble. He tilted his head back and took a sip. The spicy taste burned through his esophagus, bringing with it a wonderful aftertaste.
Ginger beer's full name was ginger beer, but in fact, it did not contain any alcohol. The spiciness of ginger and the sourness of lemon were blended to create a beer-like taste. It was a beverage that even women and children could accept, but Melissa did not like the taste.
"Praise the Lady!" Baansen followed suit and took a sip. Melissa took a small bite of the lemon pudding and chewed it repeatedly, unwilling to swallow it.
"Try it." Klein put down his glass, picked up his fork and spoon, and pointed at the table full of food.
Among them, he had the least confidence in the pea soup. After all, he would never eat such a strange thing on Earth. He could only "recreate" it based on the original Klein's memory fragments.
As the elder brother, Baansen did not stand on ceremony. He scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.
The mashed potatoes were stewed to the limit, and the taste was mixed with the faint taste of lard and just the right amount of salt. It made his saliva secrete crazily, and his appetite increased.
"Not … wrong … not bad." Baansen praised vaguely. "It's much more delicious than the one I had at the company last time. Back then, there was butter."
This can be considered my specialty … Klein accepted the compliment calmly.
"It's all thanks to the guidance of the Welch family's chef."
Melissa looked at the beef soup. The green basil leaves, green lettuce heads, and white radish pieces were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the stewed beef. The color was fresh, and the fragrance was alluring.
She forked a piece of beef and put it in her mouth to chew. She felt the chewiness in the soft beef. The salt, the sweetness of the radish, and the spiciness of the basil combined to stimulate the taste of the beef.
"…, …" She seemed to be praising something, but she could not stop her mouth.
Klein tasted it and felt that it was delicious, but not without regret. It was still not his best cooking. After all, he did not have some seasonings and could only use other substitutes. It was inevitable that it would be strange.
Of course, even at his best, the food he cooked was just passable.
Suddenly, he felt sorry for Baansen and Melissa, who had never seen the world.
After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein picked up a piece of fried Tussock fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was brown and delicious, and the salty aroma and oil taste intertwined.
Nodding slightly, Klein tried a piece of stewed rhubarb, and felt that it was okay. It could relieve the greasy taste of meat.
Finally, he gathered his courage and scooped a spoonful of pea soup.
Too sweet, too sour … Klein could not help but frown.
But when he saw Baansen and Melissa's satisfied looks after tasting it, he began to doubt his taste buds. He could not help but gulp down a mouthful of ginger beer to wash his tongue.
This meal made the three siblings' stomachs bloated, and they were unable to get up from their chairs for a long time.
"Let us praise the Goddess again!" Baansen raised the remaining ginger beer and said in satisfaction.
"Praise the Goddess!" Klein drank the last bit of beer in one gulp.
"Praise the Goddess." Melissa put the last bit of lemon pudding into her mouth and savored it.
When Klein saw this, he used his tipsy state to laugh.
"Melissa, that's not good. The best and most delicious food should be eaten right from the start. That way, you can see the most delicious side of it. When you're full and your appetite drops, the taste will be discounted."
"No, it's still as delicious," Melissa replied firmly and stubbornly.
The three siblings chatted and digested the food for a while. Then, they cleaned up the plates, forks, and spoons together and poured the oil from the fried fish back.
After they were done, one of them revised for the course, one studied accounting knowledge, and the other continued flipping through the textbooks and notes. It was a fulfilling and satisfying life.
At 11 o 'clock, Klein and his sister extinguished the gas lamp, washed up, and went to bed.
…
It was dark in front of him, and he felt groggy. Suddenly, Klein saw Dunn Smith in a black knee-length trench coat and half top hat.
"Captain!" Klein woke up instantly and knew that he was in a dream.
Dunn's gray eyes did not waver. He said as if it was a trivial matter, "Someone snuck into your room.
"Someone has snuck into your room. Grab your revolver and force him into the hallway. Leave the rest to us."
Someone snuck into my room? The watcher finally made a move? Klein was shocked. He did not dare to ask further and only nodded.
"Alright!"
The scene in front of him changed immediately. Colors appeared chaotically and burst like bubbles.
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