The sunset gradually ended, and two illusory red moons, one large and one small, rose around the time.

In the room on the second floor of the Frank townhouse, wisps of white smoke intertwined with rich aromas, including the special milky aroma of lamb and the refreshing sweetness of tender peas.

Miss is really good, and her cooking skills have improved so well.

Venason looked at the large aluminum pot that was overflowing with juicy on the fire, swallowing and spitting from time to time, his head echoing Mies's cooking technique.

Just simply blanched the water, then add the lamb, salt, a little olive oil and water, and the rest without adding any seasonings?

Of course, as a standard civilian family, it is already a gift to be able to eat food to fill the stomach, and it is indeed a bit impolite to ask for seasoning.

However, Mies used such a simple cooking method to cook such a rich meat aroma, except for the meat itself is delicious enough, the rest can only be cooking techniques?

Accurate control of the heat, clever handling of ingredients, and the order of the front and back?

In the midst of his thoughts, Venason couldn't help but shake his head, ordinary people don't have the extraordinary ability to make lamb delicious enough.

The scents quickly mingled and enveloped the room.

The three brothers were busy, and after about ten minutes, just as Mies was putting rye bread, mashed potatoes and other things on the aluminum drawer, ready to heat them with the help of the heat of the lamb, the sound of footsteps began to sound outside the door, which was not light, but rhythmic.

It's Erin back.

Without thinking, Venathan's mind conjured up the appearance of the owner of the footsteps, which was Erin in a white silk dress with waterfall-like brown hair.

"Click..."

The key was inserted into the door, and the sound of twisting the handle came from outside the door.

"Delicious cake and mutton flavor......"

With her bag in one hand and the door gently pushed open with the other, Irene stepped in, whispering in confusion as she scanned the room, looking for the source of the scent, until she saw the aluminum pot placed on the stove and the three figures busy next to her.

"Mies, Gropius, and Venasson, this... Did you do it? ”

Erin's movements with her handbag paused in mid-air, her eyes full of surprise as she looked at her three younger brothers.

"Don't worry Irene, we didn't waste lamb, and this time Mies put salt."

Venason stepped forward and took the bag in Erin's hand, and continued with a smile:

"I made the mashed potatoes above, just went in, need to wait five minutes, um... Do you want to be soft? ”

"Ah, good, good!"

Erin came back to her senses, she subconsciously closed her eyes slightly, twitched her handsome little nose, and then inhaled more of the milky aroma of lamb meat and the mellow aroma of mashed potatoes, and the expression on her face changed from stunned to soft.

"Mies, Venason, when did you learn to cook, it looks and feels pretty good, and the smell is very attractive."

"It's nothing, I used to learn the cooking skills of the chef in the Tyrannosaurus Bar in the docklands, you know, the chef over there has a very good cooking technique."

"That's right, Mies's cooking skills have really become a lot better now, and it's still different from not using salt before."

Gropius sat on a stool beside him, blowing the crimson coals in the furnace, and he was still adept at sarcastic humor, always inadvertently popping up a few words, words that could end the conversation.

After listening to Miss and Gropius, Erin nodded half-puzzled, half-abruptly, and then turned her gaze to her youngest brother, her brows furrowed a little unconsciously.

"Venason, don't touch the knife next time, it's dangerous, and you're about to take the exam, so you can't hurt your hand."

"Exams?"

Mies and Gropius glanced at each other, and their expressions immediately became a little serious.

When they turned their heads to look at Venason and saw his slightly awkward blink, the two of them were stunned, but quickly reacted, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

This guy Vinason doesn't seem to have told Erin that he was accepted into college early.

But time flies, and the younger brother who used to follow me and Mies's butts and argue that he had to go to the port of Pritz to do hard labor together is now a college student.

Gropius raised the corners of his mouth a little imperceptibly, thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth to ask Venason:

"When you're ready for dinner?"

At this time, Mies also cast an inquiring look, although he did not say anything, but it was not difficult to see from his expression that he was equally curious.

"That's right, it's a surprise, a New Year's gift to my dear sister and two brothers in advance."

"I love this New Year's gift." Mies bowed slightly.

"My early New Year's gift, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? ”

Erin didn't know what to do for a while, she felt that as an older sister, she couldn't say that she could give her brother everything he wanted, but she definitely did enough love and care.

But today they felt so abnormal that even their speech became quite strange.

As her thoughts go by, Erin unties the citrine pendant from her wrist, tries her hand at divination, asks her faith in the sleeping and crimson gods, and asks her brothers if something is wrong.

"Hiss......"

Venason gasped.

He was really afraid that Erin would use the immature occult divination, after all, the memory of childhood was still fresh.

"Erin, we're normal."

At this time, Mies also saw Erin's action of untying the citrine, and he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly stopped it.

For this sister who is almost crazy about chasing the occult, she has been used as a ritual test since she was a child, and of course the results are not very good every time.

Gropius couldn't find a good expression for a while, so he could only point to the aluminum pot and steer the topic back on track:

"Mies is right, Irene, all you need to do now is put the citrine pendant away, go to the bathroom to wash your hands, and wait for a good dinner, we're pretty confident."

In the process, whether it is the grinning Mies, or the sarcastic joke Gropius, or Venason, they all stop Erin from untying the citrine, and use the good dinner as a shield.

Looking at the orderly arrangement of her younger brothers, and the unnatural "gentle smile" on their faces, Erin's eyes blurred a little for a moment.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you?" Venason urged softly with a smile.

At this time, Gropius lifted the lid of the lamb stew, allowing white mist to emerge from the aluminum pot and cover the black bread, mashed potatoes and other foods on the top layer of aluminum drawer, so that the staple food full of lamb aroma became softer.

"I'll go to the bathroom right now."

Looking at the enticing aroma of lamb stewed with young peas, Erin swallowed her saliva, raised her hand to remove the old gauze hat she wore on her head, and turned and walked briskly to the public bathroom.

"Venason, tell Erin later that you've been accepted into college, what do you guess her expression will be?"

"From what I know about Irene, she will definitely bring this good news to Picasso's cemetery before the New Year's grave sweep, which is her long-standing wish."

Miss was quite emotional, as the second eldest in the family, he was both a younger brother and an older brother, and he knew how much his sister valued Venason.

Visiting Picasso's Necropolis for a visit?

When Vinason heard Mies's words, his expression became slightly strange, and he muttered at the corner of his mouth:

"Father Jason?"

"That's right!"

Mies suddenly sighed and said:

"And our mother, Alice Lolota, whose lives were forever frozen in that extraordinary event three years ago........."