Chapter 11 Real Cooking

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

Klein shuddered suddenly, took two quick steps, and ran to the door, trying to chase after a few police officers for protection.

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

"The police officer made things so terrible, so why didn't they protect me as an important witness or key clue?"

"Isn't this too careless?"

"Try, or put bait?"

Various thoughts fought in Klein's mind, causing him to suspect that the police were still secretly "staring" at him to observe the reaction.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more calm in his heart, no longer panicked, opened the door slowly, and shouted to the stairway with a trembling voice on purpose:

"You will protect me, right?"

Pop, pop, pop, the officers didn't respond, and the rhythm of the leather shoes and the wooden stairs didn't change.

"I know! You will do this!" Klein shouted again in a tone of pretended conviction, trying to act like a normal person in danger.

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

Klein snorted and sneered in his stomach:

"Is this reaction too fake? Unqualified acting skills!"

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

For the next few hours, Klein fully expressed his restlessness, restless, restless, and read words such as unknowingly, and did not relax his demands because there was no one around.

This is called self-cultivation of actors! He laughed to himself in his heart.

When the sun slanted westward, the clouds on the horizon "burned", and the apartment residents went home one after another, before Klein shifted his focus to another place.

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

Without pausing, without delay, he stretched his hand to the back of the lower plank of the bunk bed, where a dozen or so wooden slats were crisscrossed for support.

After sandwiching the revolver between a wooden slat and a wooden board, Klein straightened up and waited anxiously, fearing that the police would suddenly burst open the door, armed with firearms, and rushed into the room.

If it is a normal steam world, when he did the action just now, he confirmed that he would not be seen by anyone. 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, except that the two tenants made an appointment to go to the "Wild Heart" bar on Iron Cross Street to chat from far to near, and then from near to far.

"Phew." Klein exhaled, and put a heart back to his chest.

Just waiting for Melissa to come back and make the lamb stew with tender peas!

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

She first boiled water to copy the meat, then added onions, salt, a little pepper and water, etc. and simmered directly, and then added peas and potatoes at a certain time, and simmered for 40 to 50 minutes.

"It's really simple and rudimentary... It's supported by the deliciousness of the meat itself!" Klein couldn't help shaking his head.

But this is also something that can't be helped. How can common people have a variety of seasonings, how can they have various cooking methods, they can only pursue simplicity, practicality and economy. Anyway, as long as the meat is not burnt or damaged, it is only eaten twice a week. Even for one person, no matter what is good.

Klein is not a good cook. He mainly eats outside food every day, but he cooks three or four times a week. After accumulating it every week, he still has a passing level and feels that he can't live up to the pound of lamb.

"Wait for Melissa to come back and do it again. It will take after 7:30 to get it done. It will starve her... It's time to show her the real cooking skills!" Klein made an excuse for himself, let him After the fire was rekindled, I went to the public bathroom to collect water and washed the lamb, then took out the cutting board and kitchen knife,

Tuk tuk chop into small pieces.

As for how to explain the sudden knowledge of cooking, he decided to blame the dead ghost Welch McGovern. This classmate not only hired a chef who is good at the special flavor of Jianhai, but also often thinks about the food himself and invites people to taste it.

Well, the dead will not refute me!

However, hiss, this is a world with Beyonders, and dead people may not be able to speak... Thinking of this, Klein felt a little guilty for some reason.

He put aside the messy thoughts, put the meat in the soup bowl, then took out the seasoning box, shook a spoonful and a half of yellowish coarse salt in it, and treasured it from a special small bottle. I took some black peppercorns from the ground, grabbed them together with the lamb and salt, and marinated a little.

Putting the stew pot on the stove, while it was heating, Klein rummaged through the carrots left over from yesterday, and the onion he bought today, and cut them into many pieces.

After finishing the preparation, he took out a small jar from the cupboard. After opening it, there was not much lard left in it.

Klein took a spoonful, put it in the pot, fried it to melt, then poured in the carrots and onion pieces, and fry for a while.

The aroma began to permeate, and Klein poured all the lamb in and fry it carefully for a while.

During this process, I should have ordered cooking wine, and I had to use wine instead. However, Moretti’s house didn’t have these luxury items, and Benson could only drink one beer a week. alley.

After simmering for about 20 minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in, and added a cup of hot water and two tablespoons of salt.

Closing the lid, turning down the fire, Klein exhaled with satisfaction and waited for his sister to come home.

As time passed, the fragrance in the room became stronger and stronger, with the temptation of meat, the mellowness of potatoes, and the "refreshing" of onions.

The smell gradually mixed, Klein swallowed from time to time, opened the cover of the pocket watch, and looked at the minute hand.

More than 40 minutes later, not a brisk but orderly sound of footsteps approached, the key was inserted, the handle was turned, and the door opened.

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

Holding her bag, she stepped in, her eyes swept over the stove.

"What did you do?" Melissa's movement of taking off the gauze cap stopped in mid-air, looking at Klein with horror.

She sniffed, inhaled more aroma, her eyes softened quickly, and she seemed to have found some confidence.

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

"Are you afraid that I will waste the lamb?" Klein asked back with a smile, and without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, "Don't worry, I specifically asked Welch how to make this dish, you know, he has a good chef."

"First time?" Melissa's brows furrowed unconsciously, but were smoothed out by the aroma.

"Looks like I'm very talented." Klein laughed. "It's almost ready, put your book and hat away, go to the bathroom to wash your hands, and then wait for a taste. I'm very confident."

Listening to her brother's orderly arrangements, and looking at his gentle and calm smile, Melissa froze at the door, dumbfounded and unresponsive.

"Do you like it to be stewed a little bit?" Klein urged with a smile.

"Ah, okay, okay!" Melissa came back to her senses, carrying a bag and a hat in the other, and quickly rushed into the room.

Lifting the lid of the saucepan, Klein's eyes suddenly had fog coming out. Two rye breads had long been placed on the sides of the lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and heat to become soft.

When Melissa packed her things, washed her hands and washed her face and returned, a plate of stewed lamb with tender peas adorned with potatoes, carrots, and onions was placed on the desk, and two pieces of brown bread stained with a little gravy were placed on their respective plates. inside.

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

Melissa was still a little dazed, but she didn't refuse. She picked up a fork, forked a piece of potato, brought it to her mouth, and took a light bite.

The glutinous potato and the strong aroma of the gravy filled the air at the same time, making her saliva frantically secrete, and she finished eating the potato in three or two times and swallowed it.

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

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

Melissa's eyes filled with 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 entered the mouth. The real meaty aroma broke out, and the wonderful juices flowed across the mouth, filling the mouth.

It was an unprecedented beautiful feeling, and Melissa couldn't stop at all.

By the time she recovered, she had eaten several pieces of lamb.

"I, I, Klein, this is for you..." Melissa's face flushed and she stammered.

"I've been stealing it for a long time. It's my privilege as a chef." Klein comforted his sister with a smile. Eat bread with juice.

Melissa relaxed, affected by Klein's normal behavior, and re-immersed in the deliciousness.

"It's so delicious, I can't tell you're making it for the first time." Melissa looked at the empty plate that didn't even have any juice left, and praised it sincerely.

"Compared to Welch's chef, it's still a long way off. When I get rich, I'll take you and Benson to a restaurant outside and eat better!" Klein said, and he began to look forward to it.

"Your interview will... hiccup..." Before Melissa could finish her words, she suddenly let out a satisfied voice uncontrollably.

She hurriedly reached out her hand to cover her mouth, looking embarrassed.

It's all because the stewed lamb with tender peas just now is so delicious!

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

"This is your job."

"Okay!" Melissa impatiently stood up, grabbed the basin, and rushed out the door.

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

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

Klein spread his hands and said with a smile:

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

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

"I'll do the cooking in the future."

"Well... you have to hurry up to prepare for the interview, and you have to think about work."