Chapter 375 Want to Eat Pie

Tingen Nord, Faniastrasse 49.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. Sifa, who was wearing a formal suit and a top hat, stood in front of the porch and rang the rattle by the door.

According to his plan, after lunch, he left for a while at 2:00 pm to visit Jane Britney's grandson, Mr. Hardy Brook.

After ringing the bell three times, Sifer stepped back, smiling.

He intends to continue to use his identity as a reporter, starting with a report related to 'Black Star', to see if he can get any useful information out of the old man's mouth.

It would be even better if he could get Mr. Hardy's hair, or even blood. He can use these things to do a weird version of DNA testing, which is divination!

To predict whether Mr. Hardy and Mania are related, of course, you have to ask a real fortune-teller for help, such as Calvin.

Anyway, he didn't have much confidence in himself.

A minute passed quickly, however, the door did not mean to open.

Xifa frowned slightly, is Mr. Hardy still taking a nap? When he was hesitating whether to continue waiting or to leave temporarily, the door of a nearby house opened, and an old lady came out and opened the mailbox.

Seeing Xifa, she looked at him curiously, and then asked, "Young man, are you looking for Hadi?"

"Yes, ma'am, I've rang the bell, but Mr. Hardy seems to be taking a nap."

The old lady curled her lips: "Take a nap? Ha, if Hardy can take a nap, then I will praise the goddess."

Speaking of which, the old lady habitually tapped her chest four times, and then said: "That old man Hardy has too much energy. Since his wife passed away, he is like a wild horse without a harness. No one can stop him."

"At this time, he should be going to Red Moon Street to sell his Dixie pies near the church."

Xifa couldn't speak for a while, the old gentleman couldn't take it easy and used his spare time?

"Okay, thank you for telling me all this, I wish you a good afternoon, ma'am." Sifa pressed his hat and said politely.

When he came to Red Moon Street and saw the beautiful white square in front of St. Selina Church, Xifa took a soft breath and walked forward.

He was trying to find someone to find out where Dixie pies were sold nearby, when a scent wafted in the air. It is the aroma of wheat, meat and fruit mixed together, which belongs to the aroma emitted by food.

Even though he had just had lunch, Sifa felt his index finger twitch, and the picture of Dixie's pie had already been sketched in his mind.

Following the scent floating in the air, Xifa soon found a small shop near the square.

"Hardy's Pie Shop." Looking at the signboard of the small shop, Xifa couldn't help but smile, "It's really a simple name."

The business of the small shop seems to be pretty good. Although it is not booming, one or two customers will walk in every few minutes.

The small shop is not big, and there is almost no place for people to settle down, so customers just buy food and leave.

Moreover, there are no employees in the small shop, just a food shelf with only two kinds of things on it.

Dixie pies and sweet iced tea.

They were clearly placed in two rows, and the guests picked them up when they came, and then put coins of varying amounts into the cashier box on one side.

The least is a quarter of a penny, and the most is only 1 or 2 pennies.

At the back of the shop, there is an open kitchen. Inside, there is an old man wearing a chef's hat invented by Emperor Roselle and wearing an apron, making pies.

He chopped a large piece of fat meat into fine pieces, mixed with fat and thin, and then stirred with oil and salt.

He doesn't look at the food rack at all, and doesn't care whether the guests consciously insert coins, he just concentrates on making pies.

Xifa had no choice but to stand aside and wait. After a while, the old man put a new batch of baked pies on the shelf, then his serious expression became relaxed, and he lightly tapped his shoulder, showing his old age.

Only then did the old man discover Xifa.

Xifa took off his hat and smiled, "Mr. Hardy?"

"Huh?" The old man ignored Xifa, poured himself a cup of ground coffee, pulled the only chair in the shop, and sat down.

Xifa could only clenched his fists and coughed dryly, "Mr. Hardy, I'm a reporter."

Hardy Bruce looked up at him: "Want to eat pie?"

Thinking. Xifa heard his sincere heart, swallowed his saliva, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hardy, I am doing a report on 'Black Star', have you heard of 'Black Star'?"

Hearing 'Black Star' for the first time, the old man's expression changed obviously, but then, he still asked mechanically: "Want to eat pie?"

Dude, does that mean I don't do interviews until I buy a pie?

Xifa had no choice but to stand up, came to the food shelf, and asked, "How much do I need to pay for a pie and a cup of sweet iced tea?"

"Anything." Hardy took out a cigarette case, picked up a cigarette from it, touched his pocket, and asked, "Do you have any matches?"

After lighting a cigarette for the old man, Sifa took a pie and a cup of sweet iced tea, and dropped the only 1 soli note into the cash box next to it.

When he returned to the old man, he was about to speak when he saw Hardy staring at him, and continued, "The cakes are delicious only when they are hot."

Well, listen to you.

Sifa picked up the pie and took a hard bite. Originally, he thought that the cake sold by the old man was so "Buddhist" that it probably didn't taste very good. Unexpectedly, after one bite, the mouth is full of meaty aroma, and the fat thick juice soaks the cake skin, and it does not feel dry mouth at all.

Moreover, the meat stuffing inside has a good taste and moderate saltiness. In addition, it is sprinkled with chopped apples. The slightly sour and sweet fruit pieces make the pie taste less greasy.

Taking another sip of sweet iced tea made Xifa feel like returning to his previous life, with a Coke in one hand and a hamburger in the other.

In a blink of an eye, the pie and sweet iced tea were all eaten, and Sifa burped, feeling that he could skip dinner.

"How does it taste?" Hardy had almost finished a cigarette.

"It's great, even better than the pies I ate at Dixie." Xifa was not stingy with his compliments.

A smile gradually formed on the serious face of the old man: "That's right, Gaier Li also said the same thing when she ate the pie I made by myself for the first time. Oh, she is my wife."

"Unfortunately, I will never hear her praise again."

After a pause, Hardy threw away the cigarette butt and said, "Where do you come from, how do you know about 'Black Star'?"

Xifa quickly took out the words he had prepared: "I'm from Backlund, and I have a friend who is a writer. He is writing a novel based on 'Black Star'."

"He and I accidentally discussed this legendary sailing ship. After I returned to the newspaper, I was inspired to do a special report."

"I have investigated this sailing ship and know that Ms. Jane Britney was once a passenger on this ship, and she is your grandmother."

Hardy chuckled: "Your information is really well-informed, it's hard for you to find here. 'Black Star', how long has it been since I heard this name, it must have been decades."

"You know, it's the most mysterious 'story' that runs through my entire childhood."