"Behrens? I seem to know this person. ”

Venason took another sip of the black ginger beer, and he frowned slightly, this particular throat-burning smell was a little too early for him.

"I've seen it in the meat market in the commodity section before, he sold fish across the street from Uncle Courtman's butcher's shop, it's that kind of salmon, I don't know how expensive it is, maybe Uncle Courtman will know."

"A butcher who sells beef and mutton, a fisherman who sells salmon? Will the two fight because of business? ”

Gropius said sarcastically.

Erin looked at the golden and soft mashed potatoes, and she dug a spoonful of the spoon and approached her nose, only to feel the aroma of the potatoes mixed with mutton fat from the end of her nose into her throat, into her esophagus, and down her stomach.

"They shouldn't fight because of business, and Old Man Behrens is still quite a mysterious person."

Mies forked a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth to chew, "I bought fish from him before, and he didn't sell it too expensive, and only charged me four pence. ”

Isn't 4p fish still expensive?

After listening to Mies's story, Vinason instantly had a lot to think about, after all, in this era, 4 pence is enough to make a family of five in the slum survive a day.

"Is that the fish you ate last year?" Erin asked with a brow of eyebrows.

"Yes, that fish is worth at least 8p or more."

I always feel like Mies has become rich, is it my delusion, or did I pick up the money on the way back today?

Venason complained silently to Mies, and he picked up a piece of fluffy black bread stained with a hint of gravy from the side of the plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

The black bread, mixed with various flavors, obviously no longer had the unpalatable chaff sensation that it used to be, and his mouth was now surrounded by the richness of lamb and the sweetness of peas.

"Here, taste." Venason swallowed the bread in his mouth, then pointed to the remaining black bread stacked next to the lamb and said to Erin and Gropius.

"It tastes pretty good."

In contrast to Gropius, who broke a piece with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, Erin politely picked up the fork, gently forked a piece, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

The black bread was so soft that it was like an egg cake, and the rich aroma of the meat spread from it, making her saliva secrete wildly, and she ate the piece of black bread in three or two clicks.

"You can also try the tender peas again, especially Erin, who should like it."

Mies smiled and pointed to the green peas on the plate.

He'd already tasted the taste, and a little cooking was enough for a family that was already starved of seasonings!

There was a hint of anticipation in Erin's eyes, and she carefully dug some with a spoon and sent it into her rosy little mouth.

The original crisp and tender peas were stewed quite badly at this time, and there was a feeling of bursting as soon as they entered the mouth, which was a special taste and an unprecedented beautiful feeling, which made Erin unable to stop digging the peas and sending them into her mouth.

"Erin, this is completely disregarded, or is the tender peas really so delicious?"

Wienerson dug into a spoonful of it with a slight suspicion, and was stunned as soon as he put it in his mouth.

Ice cream?

That's right, it tastes a lot like vanilla-flavored ice cream.

Vinason dug another spoonful into his mouth in surprise, and he looked up at Mies with some confusion, the expression on his face becoming more and more strange.

The peas have the feeling of ice cream, isn't that a bit too ridiculous?

Looking at his brother's scrutinizing gaze, Mies smiled slightly:

"You can do it as long as you master the heat."

Do you think I believe it or not? As the No. 1 foodie in China in my last life, can I taste the difference between peas and vanilla-flavored ice cream?

"Venasson, should you announce that, you're the protagonist of today's dinner."

Gropius coughed lightly on the side, and turned his gaze to Erin, "Erin has worked hard for this in the past two years. ”

"Ah, I... Me? ”

When Erin came back to her senses, the tender peas on her plate had already eaten several spoonfuls, and she didn't think much of Gropius's words, but simply realized that she had eaten more than half of them, and her handsome face turned red and she stammered a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back for a while."

"It's okay Erin, I also have something to announce."

Venason smiled and soothed her sister as she picked up the mug with the black ginger beer:

"I've been accepted early into the university, St. Hornavich University!"

"Ah.....h

Erin was subconsciously stunned, and after about three seconds, she hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, and for a moment she didn't know what to say, so she could only let the uncontrollable white mist fill her eyes.

"It's a good thing that Vinason has been accepted into college, Irene, come on, let's toast him."

Miss and Gropius stood up at the same time, raising their glasses.

"Yes, that's right, I.. I mean, it's amazing, it's like a dream. ”

Erin wiped the corners of her eyes, picked up the juice and stood up together:

"Cheers to Venasson, toast to future masters of painting......"

......

At this meal, the four sisters and brothers all ate so much that their stomachs were swollen, and they couldn't get up from the chair for a long time.

Venason used his talent as a repeater, and he recounted his encounter with Joseph Paxton in the morning, and the early admission notice, and of course, here he hid the most important part and became a clergyman!

"Let's praise Crimson again!"

Mies picked up the only sip of the dark ginger beer left, and said with a little longing and doubt:

"The romantic good life of college is about to begin, well... Mink Street, Venason should be the second college student to come out of this old street, right? ”

"Praise Crimson!" Gropius also drank the last of his black ginger drink.

"Yes, and I've heard that the first college student was our old landlord, Mr. Frank."

Erin turned her head and looked at her three younger brothers with a ruddy face.

"Praise Crimson! This is the good news I am about to say, and when I came back to-night, I met Mr. Frank downstairs in the apartment, and next to him stood a handsome gentleman with gray-blue eyes, and Mr. Frank called out to me, as if to consider giving us a rent reduction to replace the house. ”

Seeing this, Mies smiled with a slightly drunken smile:

"Hey, Mr. Frank is too generous, isn't he?"

"It's rare in this day and age to have such a generous landlord, praise to Mr. Frank."

"I've heard that the townhouse landlords over there in Port Pletsley are outrageously stingy, and they are no different from short-haired marmots."

"Hahahaha, maybe it's not as good as a groundhog."

The four siblings laughed and talked and digested for a while, then got up and busied themselves with the plates and forks and spoons, and at this time, a grand dinner party had just begun in Huttonmar......