It's just sharp...... Klein laughed out loud, and used the rich "experience" of his previous life to cooperate with another sentence:

"In fact, there's no evidence that the big guys have brains. ”

"Good! very good!" Benson laughed and gave a thumbs up, "Crane, you're so much more humorous than you used to be. ”

With a sigh of relief, he continued:

"I'll still get the dock in the afternoon, so I can rest tomorrow, and then, huh...... Let's go to the 'Tingen Housing Improvement Company' to see if they have any cheap and good townhouses for rent, and we have to visit Mr. French first. ”

"Mr. Landlord?" Klein asked in confusion.

Could it be that the current landlord has a townhouse in a good neighborhood under his name?

Benson glanced at his brother and said with a smile:

"You're not going to forget that we have a one-year lease for now, are you? It's only been six months. ”

"Shh......h

I really forgot about it!

Although the rent is paid once a week, the lease period is as long as one year, and moving now is tantamount to a breach of contract, and if the defendant goes to court, he will have to pay a lot of money!

"You still don't have enough social experience. Benson touched his receding black hairline and sighed, "This is still the terms I worked hard to get at the beginning, otherwise Mr. French is only willing to sign every three months, for the wealthy class, the landlords are directly renting for one year, two years, or even three years for stability, but for us, for us and the neighbors around us, the landlords will always worry that someone will have an accident and cannot pay the rent, and only hope for a short-term contract." ”

"This way, they can also increase the price often depending on the situation. Klein added using the original owner's memory fragments and his own rental experience.

Benson sighed and said:

"This is the truth and cruelty of today's society, well, you don't have to worry, the contract is easy to solve, frankly, as soon as we are in arrears for a week's rent, Mr. French will immediately throw us out and detain valuable items, after all, his IQ is not as good as that of a curly-haired baboon, and he can't tell too complicated things. ”

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

"No, Benson you're wrong. ”

"Why?" said Benson, puzzled.

"Mr. Frankie's IQ is still a little higher than that of a curly-haired baboon. Klein replied solemnly, and just as Benson smiled knowingly, he added, "If he's in good shape." ”

"Haha. Benson didn't control his reaction.

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

"Of course, as gentlemen, we are not going to resort to that shameless approach, we will go directly to Mr. French tomorrow, and believe me, he is easily persuaded, easily. ”

Klein has no doubt that the existence of gas pipelines is the most powerful proof of this.

The brothers chatted for a while, then put the small amount of fried meat and fish left over from the previous night into the vegetable stew, and softened the rye bread with steam as it boiled hot.

Spreading a little cream on the bread, Klein and Benson briefly dealt with it, but they were still quite satisfied, after all, the milky and sweet flavor was unforgettable.

When Benson went out, Klein also took 3 soles of bills and scattered copper pennies and went to the "Lettuce and Meat Market", where he bought 1 pound of beef for 6p, a large tasock fish with tender flesh and few spines for 7p, and potatoes, peas, turnips, rhubarb, lettuce, turnips, and other ingredients, as well as rosemary, basil, cumin, oil, and other things.

In this process, he can still feel that someone is snooping and watching him, but there is still no real contact.

After a long delay at the "Sling's Bakery", Klein returned home and began to exercise his arm strength with heavy objects, such as stacked books.

He originally wanted to fight military physical boxing to strengthen his body, but now he has even forgotten the radio exercises, not to mention this kind of thing that he only comes into contact with in military training, so he has to try to make it as simple as possible.

Klein didn't let himself get too tired from exercising, because it would be exhausting and dangerous, so he stopped at the right time and looked through the original owner's textbooks and notes, hoping to go through the knowledge related to the Quaternary Age.

............

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat at their desks, looking at the food that had been arranged, like children in the upper grades of elementary school.

The mixed aromas form a rich food overture, the seductive soul of boiled beef, the obvious and lasting stimulation of mashed potatoes, the sweet entanglement of pea bisque, the subtle and neutral harmony of bhubarb, the creamy and sweet surrounds of rye bread.

Benson swallowed and looked back at Klein, who had sandwiched a crisp yellow fish on his plate, only to feel the smell of frying penetrate his nose into his throat, into his esophagus, and into his stomach.

Gurgle!, his stomach rattled unmistakably.

Crane rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took the fish plate, and placed it in the center of the desk, then turned back and took out two large glasses of ginger beer from the cupboard, and placed them in the corresponding places for Benson and himself.

He smiled at Melissa and conjuriously pulled out a lemon pudding:

"We have beer, you have this. ”

“...... Thank you. Melissa took the lemon pudding and spoke weakly.

Seeing this, Benson picked up his cup and said with a smile:

"Come and celebrate Klein getting a good job. ”

Crane picked up his cup and touched it with Benson, and touched it with Melissa's lemon pudding:

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

Grunt, he tilted his head and took a sip, the spicy taste burning through his esophagus, bringing a wonderful aftertaste.

The full name of ginger beer is ginger beer, but it actually does not contain any alcohol, and it uses the spicy taste of ginger ale and the acid of lemon to create a beer-like taste, which is a drink that can be accepted by women and children, but Melissa does not like this taste very much.

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

"Give it a try. Crane put down his glass, picked up his fork and spoon, and pointed to the table full of food.

Among them, he is the least confident in pea bisque, after all, he will not eat such a strange thing on earth, and can only "recreate" according to the memory fragments of the original owner.

Benson, as the elder brother, was not polite, and dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Stewed to the limit, the taste of the potatoes pressed to the point of rotten is mixed with a faint taste of lard and just the right amount of salt, which makes him salivate wildly and have an appetite.

"No...... Wrong...... Not bad. Benson vaguely praised, "It's much more delicious than the last time I had it at the company, when it was cream." ”

That's my specialty...... Klein accepted the compliment:

"Thanks to Mr. Chef of the Welch family. ”

Melissa looked at the beef broth, where green basil leaves, green lettuce heads, and white radish chunks were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft stewed beef, which was fresh in color and fragrant.

She forked a piece of beef, put it in her mouth and chewed, only to feel that there was still a chew in the softness, a little salt, the light sweetness of the radish, and the spicy aroma of the basil, which together stimulated the deliciousness of the beef itself.

“...... ,......" She seemed to praise something, but she couldn't stop talking.

Klein tasted it, and felt that it was delicious, but it was not without regrets, this was still worse than his best level, after all, some spices were not available, and they could only be replaced by others, which was inevitably strange.

Of course, even at the best level, the self-cooked meals are just improvised.

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

Swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein sandwiched a piece of fried tasok fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, charred and delicious, and the salty aroma and oily flavor were intertwined.

Nodding slightly, Klein tried another piece of stewed rhubarb, thinking that it was okay, it could relieve the greasy taste of meat.

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

Too sweet, too sour...... Crane couldn't help but frown.

But when he saw that Benson and Melissa were satisfied after tasting it, he was a little suspicious of his own taste, and couldn't help but pour ginger beer to clean his tongue.

At this meal, the three brothers and sisters all had swollen stomachs and couldn't get up from their chairs for a long time.

"Let's praise the Goddess again!" said Benson, taking the remaining sip of ginger beer, contented.

"Praise the Goddess!" Crane said as he drained the last of his drink.

"Praise be to the Goddess. Melissa put a little lemon pudding in her mouth and tasted it back and forth.

Seeing this, Klein smiled with a slightly drunken smile:

"Melissa, you're not good at this, it's best to eat your favorite food at the beginning, so that you can see its most delicious side, and when you're full and your appetite has decreased, you can taste it again, and the taste will be reduced. ”

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

The three brothers and sisters talked and laughed, digested for a while, and 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, one studied the knowledge of accounting on their own, and the other continued to read the textbooks and notes, and lived a fulfilling and satisfying life.

At 11 o'clock, the three Klein siblings turned off the gas lamp, washed and went to sleep.

............

It was dark and dark, and it felt like a blur, and Dunn Smith, wearing a black knee-length trench coat and a top hat, suddenly appeared in Crane's sight.

"Captain!" Crane woke up, knowing distinctly that he was in a dream.

Dunn's gray eyes did not wave, as if he was saying a trivial matter:

"Someone sneaks into your room, picks up your revolver, forces him into the hallway, and hands him over to us. ”

Someone sneaked into my room?The Watcher finally made a move?Crane was startled, didn't dare to ask more, just nodded:

"Okay!"

The scene in front of him immediately changed, and the colors were chaotic, shattering one by one like foam.

With his eyes open, Klein cautiously turned his head sideways and looked out the window, only to see a thin, unfamiliar figure standing in front of his desk, silently rummaging for something.