Is it normal to die all? I'm glad I'm still alive? I'm lucky I'm still alive?

Klein shivered suddenly, took two steps quickly, rushed to the door, trying to chase several policemen and seek protection.

But as soon as he touched the handle, his movements suddenly stopped.

"That police officer said the matter so terrible, why didn't they protect me as an important witness or a key clue?"

"Is this too careless?"

"Test, or put the bait?"

Various thoughts fought in Klein's mind, making him suspect that the police were still "staring" him secretly and observing the reaction.

Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease and no longer so panic. He slowly opened the door, and his voice deliberately trembled and shouted at the stairs:

"You will protect me, right?"

Pa, pa, pa, the police officers did not respond, and the touching rhythm of the leather shoes and wooden stairs did not change at all.

"I know! You guys will do this!" Crane shouted again in a tone of pretending to be convinced, trying to act like a normal person in danger.

The footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared on the bottom floor of the apartment.

Klein snorted lowly and sneered in his stomach:

"Is this reaction too fake? Isn't the acting skills awkward!"

He didn't chase after him, turned around and returned to the room, and closed the door casually.

In the following hours, Klein fully demonstrated his uneasy, restlessness, anxiety and distractedness, and read Chinese words such as foodie merchandise, and did not relax his demands because there was no one around him.

This is called the actor's self-cultivation! He said in his heart that he laughed at himself.

When the sun sets westward and clouds in the sky "burn" and apartment residents go home one after another, Klein shifts his focus to another place.

"Melissa is almost going to get out of school..." He turned his eyes to the stove, lifted the kettle in one breath, peeled off the coals, and took out the revolver.

Without pause or delay, he reached his hand to the back of the wooden boards on the lower floor of the high and low beds, where there were more than a dozen wooden strips supporting them.

After clamping the revolver between a wooden strip and a board, Klein straightened up and waited nervously, afraid that the police would suddenly break open the door and rush into the room with a gun.

If it was a normal steam world, he would confirm that he would not be seen by anyone when he did the actions just now. However, there is extraordinary power here, the extraordinary power that he has verified.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door, so the two tenants had to make an appointment to go to the "Wild Heart" bar on Iron Cross Street. The conversation sounded from far to near, and from near to far.

"Huh." Klein breathed, and his heart was put back into his chest.

Just wait for Melissa to come back to make lamb stewed with tender peas!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Clean's mouth seemed to be filled with the aroma of gravy, and he also remembered how Melissa made her stewed lamb with tender peas.

She first boiled water and cooked the meat pieces, then added onion, salt, a little pepper and water, and then simmered it directly. At a certain time, she added peas and potatoes and simmered for forty or fifty minutes.

"It's really simple and simple to cook... It's purely supported by the deliciousness of the meat itself!" Klein couldn't help but shake his head.

But this is also impossible. There is no way for ordinary people to have multiple seasonings and various cooking methods. They can only pursue simplicity, practicality and saving. Anyway, as long as the meat is not burned or broken, it is good for people who only eat it twice or even once a week.

Klein is not a good cook. He mainly eats outside the food every day, but he cooks three or four times a week and accumulates it every week, and still gives him a passing level and feels that he can't let down the pound of lamb.

"When Melissa comes back and makes it, it will be after 7:30. That will be hungry for her... It's time for her to see the real cooking skills!" Klein made an excuse for herself, first rekindled the fire, went to the public bathroom to collect water and clean the lamb, then took out the cutting board, kitchen knife, and chopped it into small pieces.

As for how to explain the sudden cooking skills, he decided to push the devil Welch McGwen. This classmate not only hired a chef who was good at the specialty flavor of the sea, but also often thought about the delicious food himself and asked someone to taste it.

Well, the dead will not refute me!

However, hiss, this is a world with extraordinary people, and the dead may not be able to speak... Thinking of this, Klein felt guilty inexplicably.

He put the messy thoughts away, put the meat into the soup bowl, then took out the seasoning box, shook a spoonful of coarse salt in it, and in addition, he took some black peppercorns from a special small bottle, grabbed the lamb and salt and marinated it evenly.

Put the stew pot on the stove and waited for it to heat up, Crane found out the carrots left yesterday, and cut them into many pieces with the onions I bought today.

After preparing, he took out a small jar from the cabinet and opened it, there was not much lard left.

Klein made a spoonful, put it in a pot, fry and melt it, then pour in the carrots and onion pieces, and stir-fry for a while.

The fragrance began to spread, and Clean poured all the lamb in and fryed it carefully for a while.

During this process, some cooking wine should have been added, but no matter how bad it is, it has to be replaced by wine. However, the Moretti's family does not have these extravagant things, so Benson can only drink a glass of beer in a week. Klein had to make a sloppy meal, pour some boiling water, and do whatever he wants.

After stewing for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas and chopped potatoes in it, added another cup of hot water and two spoonfuls of salt.

Close the lid and lower the fire. Klein exhaled with satisfaction, waiting for his sister to come home.

As time passed by minute by minute, the fragrance in the room became more and more intense, with the temptation of meat, the mellowness of potatoes, and the "refreshness" of onions.

The taste gradually became mixed, and Klein swallowed from time to time, pressed the lid of the pocket watch and looked at the minute hand.

After more than forty minutes, the footsteps that were not brisk but rhythmic approached, the keys were inserted, the hand turned, and the door opened.

"It smells so good..." Melissa whispered in confusion before she even came in.

She took her bag and stepped in, her eyes swept across the stove.

"What did you do?" Melissa's action of taking off her hat paused in the air, her eyes looking at Klein were filled with horror.

She sniffed, inhaling more fragrance, her eyes quickly softened, and seemed to find some confidence.

"What did you do?" she asked again in confusion.

"Are you afraid I'll waste the lamb?" Klein asked with a smile, and before he could answer, he said to himself: "Don't worry, I have specially asked Welch how to make this dish. You know, he has a good chef."

"First doing it?" Melissa's brow frowned unconsciously, but was smoothed by the fragrance.

"It seems I'm very talented." Klein laughed. "It's almost done. You put your book hat and wash your hands in the bathroom, and then wait for a taste. I'm very confident."

Listening to his brother's orderly arrangement and looking at his gentle and calm smile, Melissa was stunned at the door, dazed and did not respond.

"Do you like to stew a little harder?" Klein urged with a smile.

"Ah, OK, OK!" Melissa came to her senses, rushed into the inner room with a handbag and a hat in the other hand.

Uncovered the lid of the stew pot, and fog suddenly appeared in front of Klein's eyes. Two rye breads had long been placed on the side of the lamb and tender peas to absorb the fragrance and heat to become soft.

When Melissa packed up her belongings and returned from washing her hands and face, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas decorated with potatoes, carrots and onions was placed on the desk, and two black breads dyed with a little gravy color were placed on their respective plates.

"Come on, try it." Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon placed beside the plate.

Melissa was a little confused and did not refuse. She picked up the fork, forked the potato, leaned to her mouth, and took a light bite.

The potatoes were glutinous and the strong aroma of the gravy spread at the same time, which made her saliva secrete wildly. She finished eating the potato in just a few seconds and swallowed it.

"Try the meat." Klein pointed at the plate with his chin.

He had tasted the taste just now and felt that it was only a passing level, but it was enough for a girl who had never seen the market and could only eat meat occasionally!

Melissa's eyes had more anticipation and she carefully forked a piece of lamb.

It was stewed so badly that it felt like it was about to melt as soon as it was put into the mouth. The real meaty aroma burst out, and the wonderful juice flowed across the mouth.

That was an unprecedented beautiful feeling that made Melissa unable to stop at all.

When she came to her senses, she had eaten several pieces of lamb.

"I, I, Klein, this is for you..." Melissa's face turned red and she stuttered.

"I've already stolen it. This is a privilege as a chef." Klein smiled and comforted his sister, while also picked up a fork and a spoon, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing a mouthful of peas, sometimes putting down the tableware, breaking a piece of black bread and dipping it in juice.

Melissa relaxed, and was influenced by Klein's unconventional behavior, and was re-immersed in the deliciousness.

"It's so delicious, I can't tell at all that it's your first time." Melissa looked at the empty plate that didn't even leave juice and praised it sincerely.

"It's still far behind Welch's chef. When I get rich, I will take you and Benson to an outside restaurant to eat better!" Klein said as he began to look forward to it.

"You will... hiccup..." Melissa suddenly made a satisfying voice uncontrollably before she finished speaking.

She hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth with a look of embarrassment.

It’s all because the tender peas stewed lamb just now was so delicious!

Klein laughed secretly and decided not to laugh at his sister. He pointed to the plate and said:

"This is your mission."

"Okay!" Melissa couldn't wait to stand up, took the basin and rushed out the door.

When she returned from cleaning, she opened the cabinet and habitually checked the seasoning box and other items.

"Did you use it just now?" Melissa blurted out in surprise, turned to look at Klein, holding a black pepper shaker and a lard can in her hand.

Klein spread his hands and smiled:

"A little bit, that's the price of deliciousness."

Melissa's eyes flashed, her expression changed a few times, and finally she pursed her lips and said:

"I'll cook in the future."
Chapter completed!