Chapter 27 Dinner for Three Siblings

It's so sharp... Klein laughed out loud, and used his rich "experience" from his previous life to make another black sentence:

"In fact, there is no evidence at all that those big men have brains."

"Good! Very good!" Benson laughed and gave a thumbs up, "Klein, you are more humorous than before."

Taking a breath, he continued:

"I still get the dock in the afternoon, and I can't rest until tomorrow. Then, um... Let's go to the 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Corporation' together to see if they have cheap and good townhouses for rent, and first, we have to visit Fernandez. Mr. Lankey."

"Mr. Landlord?" Klein asked in confusion.

Does the current landlord have a townhouse in a good block?

Benson glanced at his brother and said amusedly:

"You won't forget we have a one-year lease agreement? It's only been six months."

"Hiss..." Klein suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

I really forgot about this!

Although the rent is paid once a week, the lease term is as long as one year. If you move now, you are in breach of contract. If you go to court, you will have to pay a lot of money!

"You still lack enough social experience." Benson touched his receding black hairline and sighed, "This is the term I tried hard to get, otherwise Mr. French would only be willing to have three Monthly signing, for the wealthy, the landlords rent directly for one year, two years, or even three years, in order to achieve stability, but for us, for us and the surrounding neighbors, the landlords will be worried at any time. Someone had an accident and couldn't pay the rent, and I just hope it's a short-term contract."

"In this way, they can often increase the price according to the situation." Klein added, combining the original owner's memory fragments and his own rental experience.

Benson sighed and said:

"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Well, you don't have to worry, the contract is easy to solve. Frankly speaking, as long as we owe a week's rent, Mr. French will immediately throw us out and deduct the value. After all, his IQ is not as good as that of a curly-haired baboon, and he can't distinguish too complicated things."

Hearing this sentence, Klein suddenly remembered a certain Sir Humphrey's meme, and shook his head seriously:

"No, Benson, you are wrong."

"Why?" Benson looked puzzled.

"Mr. Franky's IQ is still slightly higher than that of the curly-haired baboon." Klein replied solemnly, and when Benson smiled knowingly, he added, "If he is in good shape."

"Haha." Benson couldn't control his reaction.

After laughing for a while, he pointed to Klein, but he couldn't find a good statement for a while, so he had to turn back to the topic:

"Of course, as gentlemen, we will not adopt that shameless method. We will communicate with Mr. French directly tomorrow. Believe me, he is very easy to be persuaded, very easy."

For this, Klein has no doubts that the existence of the gas pipeline is the most powerful proof.

The brothers chatted for a while, put a small amount of fried meat and fish left over from last night into the vegetable stew, and during the heating process, used steam to soften the rye bread.

After smearing some cream on the bread, Klein and Benson simply dealt with it, but they were still quite satisfied.

When Benson went out, Klein also took 3 sole notes and scattered copper pennies, went to the "Lettuce and Meat Market", spent 6p to buy 1 pound of beef, and 7p to buy a large piece of meat that was tender and less thorny. In addition, there are potatoes, peas, daikon, rhubarb, lettuce, turnip and other ingredients and rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things.

During this process, he could still feel that someone was spying on and watching him, but there was still no substantial contact.

After a delay at the "Slyn Bakery",

Klein returned home and started using heavy objects, such as stacked books, to exercise his arm strength.

He originally wanted to use military boxing to strengthen his body, but now he has forgotten even the broadcast maneuvers, not to mention the things that are only touched in military training, so he had to keep it as simple as possible.

Klein didn't let himself exercise too tired, because that would make him tired and increase the danger. He stopped at the right time, flipped through the original owner's textbooks and notes, and hoped to revisit the knowledge related to the Fourth Epoch.

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In the evening, Benson and Melissa were sitting at their desks, watching the food laid out, as upright as children in the upper grades of elementary school.

All kinds of mixed aromas compose a rich food prelude, it is the pervading soul of boiled beef, it is the obvious and lasting stimulation of mashed potatoes, it is the sweet entanglement of pea soup, it is the delicate and neutral harmony of stewed rhubarb , that's a creamy sweet surround on rye bread.

Benson swallowed his saliva and looked back at Klein, who had sandwiched a crispy yellowish fish into the plate, only to feel that the fried aroma penetrated into his throat from his nose, into his esophagus, and into his stomach. department.

Gollum! His stomach made a distinct sound.

Klein rolled back the cuffs of his shirt, held the fried fish plate, and placed it in the center of the tidy desk. Then, he turned around and took out two glasses of ginger beer from the cupboard, and placed them in the positions corresponding to Benson and himself.

He smiled at Melissa and conjured up 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 said with a smile:

"Come on, celebrate Klein finding a good job."

Klein picked up the glass, touched Benson, and touched Melissa's lemon pudding:

"Praise the goddess!"

Gulu, he raised his head and took a sip, the spicy taste burned through the esophagus, bringing a wonderful aftertaste.

The full name of ginger beer is ginger beer, but it does not actually contain any alcohol. The spicy ginger juice and the acidity of lemon are mixed to give a beer-like taste. It is a drink that is acceptable to women and children, but Melissa doesn't like it very much. taste.

"Praise the goddess!" Benson took a sip, and Melissa took a small bite of the lemon pudding, chewing it repeatedly, reluctant to swallow it.

"Try it." Klein put down the cup, picked up the fork and spoon, and pointed to the food on the table.

Among them, he has the least confidence in pea soup. After all, he would never eat such a strange thing on earth, and he could only "recreate" it based on the original owner's memory fragments.

As an older brother, Benson was rude, dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

Stewed to the limit, the taste of the rotten potatoes mixed with the faint smell of lard and just the right amount of salt made him salivate wildly and his appetite was widened.

"No...wrong...yes," Benson praised vaguely. "It's much more delicious than the last time I ate at the company, when it was served with cream."

This is my specialty... Klein accepted the compliment calmly:

"Thanks to Mr. Welch's chef for teaching."

Melissa looked at the beef soup. The green basil leaves, blue lettuce heads and white radish pieces were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft stewed beef. The color was fresh and the fragrance was appealing.

She forked a piece of beef and chewed it in her mouth, only to feel that there was still a bit of chewiness in the soft and rotten, a little salty, the sweetness of the radish, and the spice of the basil, which together stimulated the deliciousness of the beef itself.

"...,..." She seemed to be praising something, but she couldn't stop.

After tasting it, Klein felt that it was delicious, but he was not without regrets. This was still far from his best level. After all, some seasonings were not available and had to be replaced by others, which was inevitably strange.

Of course, even at the best level, home-cooked meals are just okay.

Suddenly, he felt bad for Benson and Melissa, who had never seen the world.

Swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein took another piece of deep-fried tasok fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, browned and delicious, and the salty aroma and oily flavor were intertwined.

Nodding slightly, Klein tried another piece of stewed rhubarb, and he felt that it was okay, and it could relieve the tiredness of meat.

Finally, he mustered his courage and scooped up a spoonful of pea bisque.

Too sweet, too sour... Klein couldn't help frowning.

But when he saw how satisfied Benson and Melissa were after tasting it, he doubted his sense of taste, and couldn't help taking a sip of ginger beer to clean his tongue.

This meal, the three brothers and sisters had their stomachs bloated, and couldn't get up from their chairs for a long time.

"Let's praise the goddess again!" Benson said contentedly, holding the ginger beer he had left.

"Praise the goddess!" Klein drank his last drink in one gulp.

"Praise the goddess." Melissa put the last bit of lemon pudding in her mouth and tasted it back and forth.

Seeing this, Klein smiled and said with a slight drunkenness:

"Melissa, it's not good for you. It's best to eat your favorite food at the beginning, so that you can see the most delicious side of it. When you are full and your appetite has declined, you can taste it again, and the taste will be discounted. of."

"No, it's still just as delicious," Melissa replied firmly and stubbornly.

The three brothers and sisters chatted and laughed, digested for a while, then cleaned up the plates, forks and spoons together, and poured back the oil that had fried the fish.

After being busy, one of them reviewed the course, the other self-studied the knowledge of accounting, and the other continued to read the textbooks and notes, and lived a fulfilling and satisfying life.

At 11 o'clock, the three Klein brothers and sisters turned off the gas lamps and went to bed separately.

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It was dark and gloomy in front of him. Klein suddenly saw Dunn Smith in a black knee-length trench coat and a half-top hat.

"Captain!" Klein woke up immediately, and clearly knew that he was in a dream.

Dunn's gray eyes did not waver, as if he was saying something trivial:

"Someone sneaked into your room, picked up your revolver, forced him down the hallway, and handed it over to us."

Someone infiltrated my room? The watchers finally shot? Klein was startled, didn't dare to ask more, just nodded and said:

"OK!"

The scene in front of him changed immediately, and the colors appeared in a chaotic manner, shattering one by one like a bubble.

Opening his eyes, Klein turned his head cautiously and looked towards the window, only to see a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk, searching for something silently.