Chapter 27 - The dinner of the three siblings

It was truly sharp... Klein chuckled and used his rich "experience" from the past to add another layer of negativity: "Actually, there is no evidence to suggest that those big shots have a brain." "Good! Very good!" Benson laughed heartily, raising his thumb, "Klein, you are much more humorous than before." Taking a breath, he continued: "I still have to go to the dock this afternoon and won't be able to rest until tomorrow. Then, well... we'll go to the 'Tingen City Housing Improvement Company' to see if they have any affordable and decent row houses for rent. Also, we have to visit Mr. Frank." "Landlord?" Klein asked in confusion. Could the current landlord own row houses with good locations? Benson glanced at his brother and said with a smile, "You won't forget that we have a one-year rental contract? It's only been six months." "Shhh..." Klein gasped in surprise. He really forgot about this matter! Although the rent is paid weekly, the lease is for one year. Moving now would be a breach of contract. If taken to court, he would have to pay a large sum of money! "You still lack sufficient social experience, don't you?" Benson touched his receding black hairline and sighed, "This is still the clause I fought for back then. Otherwise, Mr. Frank would only be willing to sign for three months at a time. For the wealthy class, landlords directly rent for one, two, or even three years to maintain stability, but for us, for the previous us and the surrounding neighbors, landlords would always be worried about someone having an accident and not being able to pay the rent. They only hope for short-term contracts." "In this way, they can still increase the rent as needed." Klein added based on the fragments of the previous owner's memory and his own rental experience. Benson sighed and said: "This is the true and cruel reality of today's society. Alright, don't worry. The contract issue can be easily resolved. To be honest, as long as we default on one week's rent, Mr. Frank will immediately evict us and seize valuable items. After all, his intelligence is not as good as the fluffy baboon. He can't distinguish overly complex matters." Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered a joke about Sir Humphrey and nodded seriously: "No, Benson, you're wrong." "Why?" Benson looked puzzled. "The intelligence of Mr. Frank is still a little higher than that of the fluffy baboon." Klein replied seriously as Benson gave a knowing smile. "If he's in good condition." "Heh." Benson couldn't control his reaction for a moment. He laughed for a while and pointed at Klein, unable to find a good expression, and then returned to the main topic: "Of course, as gentlemen, we won't use such shameless methods. We'll go directly to communicate with Mr. Frank tomorrow. Believe me, he will be easily persuaded, very easily." Regarding this point, Klein had no doubt. The existence of the gas pipeline was the most powerful proof. The two brothers chatted for a while, put the remaining small amount of pan-fried fish and meat into the vegetable stew soup, and during the heating process, used steam to soften the rye bread. He spread a little cream on the bread, and Klein and Benson had a simple meal. But they still ate quite contentedly, after all, the milk and sweet flavors left a lingering aftertaste. When Benson left, Klein also took 3 shilling notes and scattered copper pennies, heading to the "Lettuce and Meat Market", spending 6 pennies to buy 1 pound of beef and 7 pennies for a large piece of tender and spiny Tasso fish. Also, there were potatoes, peas, white radishes, rhubarb, lettuce, turnips, and other ingredients, as well as rosemary, basil, cumin, and oils. During this process, he could still feel that someone was observing and watching him, but there was no actual contact. He spent some time at "Slin Bakery", then returned home and began to exercise his arm strength with heavy objects, such as stacked books. He originally intended to do military-style boxing to build up his body, but now he has even forgotten the basic movements of the morning exercises. Besides, this kind of military training is something he has only recently started, so he had no choice but to make it as simple as possible. Klein didn't overexert himself because doing too much exercise would make him tired and increase the risk. So he stopped at the right time and began to review the original textbook and notes of the instructor, hoping to go over the knowledge related to the Quaternary period again. ... In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat at their desks, looking at the prepared food, which was arranged neatly just like the senior students in a primary school. The various mixed aromas composed a rich food symphony, the alluring aroma of the boiled beef, the obvious and persistent stimulation of the mashed potatoes, the sweet entanglement of the pea soup, the subtle and balanced mixture of the stewed rhubarb, and the creamy and sweet surrounding of the rye bread. Benson swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned to look at Klein, who was placing a crispy and golden-flecked fish onto the plate. He felt the frying aroma drilling through his nose and into his throat, into his esophagus, and into his stomach. Plonk! His stomach made a distinct sound. Klein rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, holding the fried fish plate, placing it in the center of the neatly arranged desk, then turned back and took out two large glasses of ginger ale from the cabinet, placing one on each of Benson and himself. He smiled at Melissa and magically produced a lemon pudding: "We have beer. You have this." "... "Thank you." Melissa took the lemon pudding and said weakly. Seeing this, Benson picked up the cup and smiled, speaking: "Come on, let's celebrate that Klein found a decent job." Klein picked up the cup and clinked it with Benson's, and also with Melissa's lemon pudding: "Bravo, Goddess!" Gurgul gulped down a mouthful, the spicy flavor burning down the throat, bringing a wonderful aftertaste. Ginger beer is officially called ginger juice beer, but in reality it contains no alcohol. The spicy flavor of the ginger and the sourness of the lemon are mixed to create a taste similar to beer, making it a drink that women and children can accept. However, Melissa doesn't like this flavor. "Bravo, Goddess!" Benson took a sip as well, while Melissa took a small bite of the lemon pudding and chewed it repeatedly, reluctant to swallow it. "Try it." Klein put down the cup and picked up a fork and spoon, pointing at the food on the table. Among them, he was least confident about the pea soup, because on Earth, such strange things would never be eaten. He could only "recreate" it based on the memory fragments of the original owner. Benson, as the elder brother, didn't hold back and scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth. When cooked to the extreme, the mashed potatoes with a very soft texture mixed with a faint flavor of lard and just the right amount of salt made him have his saliva rush out and his appetite grow. "Not... wrong... good." Benson mumbled in a hazy voice, "It's much tastier than the delicious one I had at the company last time. At that time, it was topped with cream." This can be considered his signature dish... Benson accepted the praise calmly: "Thanks to the chef of the Welch family's teaching." Melissa looked at the beef soup instead. The green basil leaves, the green lettuce heads, and the white carrot pieces were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the tender-cooked beef, with a fresh color and an enticing aroma. She picked a piece of beef, put it in her mouth to chew, feeling that the softness still had a bit of chewiness, a slight saltiness, the mild sweetness of the carrot, and the spicy aroma of the basil, all stimulating the deliciousness of the beef itself. "... ,..." She seemed to be praising something, but couldn't stop talking. Klein tasted it and found it delicious, yet with a sense of regret, it was still not up to his best level. After all, some seasonings were missing and he had to use others as substitutes. It was somewhat strange. Of course, even at his best level, the meals he made were just adequate. Suddenly, he felt sorry for the inexperienced Benson and Melissa. After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein picked up a piece of fried Tassok fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden brown and delicious. The salty and oily flavors intertwined to form a harmonious blend. He nodded slightly and then tasted a piece of stewed rhubarb. He thought it was okay, which could alleviate the腻味 of meat. Finally, he gathered the courage and scooped up a spoonful of pea thick soup. Too sweet, too sour... Klein couldn't help frowning. But when he saw the satisfied looks on Benson and Melissa's faces after tasting it, he began to doubt his sense of taste. He couldn't help gulping down a mouthful of ginger beer to clean his tongue. During this meal, the three siblings ate until their stomachs were full and couldn't get up from the chairs for a long time. "Let's praise the goddess of beauty again!" Benson picked up the last mouthful of ginger beer and said contentedly. "Praise the goddess of beauty!" Klein drank up the last bit of the wine. "Praise the goddess of beauty." Melissa placed the last bit of lemon pudding that she had held back until the end into her mouth and tasted it repeatedly. Seeing this, Klein, under the slightly intoxicated state of the wine, smiled and said: "Melissa, you shouldn't do this. You should eat your favorite and most delicious food as soon as possible. Only then can you experience its most delicious side. When you are full and your appetite decreases, you should taste it again. The taste will be discounted." "No, it's still as delicious as before." Melissa answered firmly and stubbornly. The three siblings chatted and laughed, digesting for a while, and then together cleaned the plates, forks, and spoons and poured the oil used for frying the fish back. After the busy work, they each reviewed their courses, studied accounting knowledge on their own, and continued to flip through textbooks and notes, leading a fulfilling and content life. At 11 o'clock, the three siblings turned off the gas lamp and washed up and went to sleep separately. ... The surroundings were dim and blurry, and he felt confused and disoriented. Suddenly, in Klein's field of vision, there appeared Dunn Smith, dressed in a black knee-length coat and wearing a half-top hat. "Captain!" Klein snapped out of his daze and knew clearly that he was in a dream. Dunn's gray eyes showed no emotion, as if he were merely recounting a trivial matter: "Someone sneaked into your room, took your revolver, pushed him to the corridor, and then handed him over to us." Someone sneaked into my room? The watcher has finally acted? Klein was startled and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He merely nodded and said: "Okay!" The scene before his eyes immediately changed, with chaotic colors appearing, like bubbles that shattered one by one. Opening his eyes, Klein carefully turned his head to look at the window. There was a thin and unfamiliar figure standing by the desk, silently searching for something.