Is it the norm to die all?Glad I'm still alive?Lucky I'm still alive?

Crane shuddered, took two quick steps, and ran to the door, trying to chase after several cops for protection.

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

"The police officer said that things were so terrible, so why didn't they protect me, an important witness or a key clue?"

"That's too negligent, isn't it?"

"Temptation, or bait?"

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

Thinking of this, his heart settled down a lot, he was no longer so panicked, he opened the door slowly, and shouted to the position of the staircase with a deliberately trembling voice:

"You'll protect me, won't you?"

Bang, bang, bang, the officers didn't respond, and the rhythm of the touch of the leather shoes and the wooden staircase didn't change.

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

The footsteps faded and disappeared into the ground floor of the apartment.

Klein snorted and sneered:

"This reaction is too fake, isn't it?

He didn't chase any further, turned back into the room, and closed the door with his hand.

In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed his restlessness, restlessness, restlessness, and ignorance of the words of the big foodie, and did not relax his demands because there was no one around.

This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! he laughed at himself in his heart.

When the sun was setting in the west, the clouds were "burning" in the sky, and the apartment residents were returning home, Klein shifted his focus elsewhere.

"Melissa is almost out of school......" he set his eyes on the stove, lifted the kettle in one go, peeled off the coals, and pulled out his revolver.

Without pause, without delay, he reached for the back of the planks under the high and low beds, where a dozen or so wooden strips were staggered to support him.

Sandwiching the revolver between a stick of wood and a plank, Klein straightened up and waited nervously, fearing that the police would suddenly crash open the door and burst into the room with a firearm in hand.

If it was a normal steam world, when he did what he did just now, he was sure that no one would see it, however, there was extraordinary power here, extraordinary power that he had verified himself.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door, and the conversation between the two tenants who went to the "Wild Heart" bar on Iron Cross Street went from far to near, and then from near to far.

"Whew. Crane let out a sigh, a heart resting back in his chest.

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

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Crane's mouth seemed to overflow with the aroma of gravy, and he also remembered how Melissa made lamb stewed with tender peas.

She first boiled water to copy the meat pieces, then added onions, salt, a little pepper and water and simmered directly, and then put in peas and potatoes at a certain time, and simmered for forty or fifty minutes.

"It's really simple and simple enough...... It's purely backed by the deliciousness of the meat itself!" Klein couldn't help but shake his head.

But this is also a matter of no way, how can ordinary people have a variety of seasonings, how can there be a variety of cooking techniques, can only pursue simplicity, practicality and saving, anyway, as long as the meat is not burnt, not broken, for people who only eat twice a week or even once, how is it good.

Klein is not a good cook, and he mainly eats outside food every day, but cooking three or four times a week, accumulated every week, still makes him have a passing level, and he feels that he can't live up to that pound of lamb.

"I'll do it again when Melissa comes back, and it'll be half past seven after that, and I'll starve her...... It's time for her to see the real cooking!" Klein made an excuse for himself, first to get the fire back on, go to the communal bathroom to get water and wash the lamb, then take out the cutting board, kitchen knife, and chop it into small pieces.

As for how to explain the sudden ability to cook, he decided to blame the dead ghost Welch McGovern, a classmate who not only hired a chef who specializes in the special flavors of the sea, but also often pondered his own food and invited others to taste it.

Well, dead people won't contradict me!

But, hey, this is a world with extraordinary people, and the dead may not be able to speak...... Thinking like this, Crane inexplicably felt a little weak.

He put aside the messy thoughts, put the pieces of meat into the soup bowl, then took out the spice box, shook a spoonful of half-yellowed coarse salt into it, and took some black peppercorns from a special small bottle, grasped them with lamb and salt, and marinated them slightly.

Placing the saucepan on the stove and waiting for it to heat up, Crane rummaged through the carrots left over from yesterday and cut them into many pieces along with the onions he bought today.

After making preparations, he took out a small jar from the cupboard, and when he opened it, there was not much lard left.

Klein took a spoonful, put it in the pan, fried and melted, then poured in the carrots and onion cubes and stir-fried for a while.

The aroma began to permeate, and Crane poured all the lamb into it and fried it carefully for a while.

In this process, there should have been some cooking wine, and no matter how bad it was, it had to be replaced with wine, but the Moretti family didn't have these luxuries, and Benson could only drink a beer a week, so Crane had to pour some boiling water and mess with it casually.

After simmering for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put in the tender peas and chopped potatoes, and added another cup of hot water and two spoonfuls of salt.

Closing the lid and turning down the fire, Crane exhaled in satisfaction as he waited for his sister to come home.

As the minutes passed, the fragrance in the room became more and more intense, with the temptation of meat, the mellowness of potatoes, and the "refreshingness" of onions.

As the flavors blended, Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time, pressed the lid of his pocket watch, and looked at the minute hand.

More than forty minutes later, the not-brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached, the key was inserted, the handle was turned, and the door opened.

"Good ......," Melissa whispered in confusion before she could enter.

With her bag in hand, she stepped in, her eyes sweeping over the fire.

"What did you do?" Melissa paused as she removed her veil, her gaze at Klein full of horror.

She sniffled, inhaling more of the aroma, her gaze quickly softening, as if she had found some confidence.

"You did that?" she asked again, confused.

"Are you afraid I'll waste lamb?" Crane asked 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 cook." ”

"The first time?" Melissa's brow furrowed unconsciously, but was soothed by the aroma.

"It seems that I have a lot of talent. Klein laughed, "It's almost ready, you put your book hat away, go to the bathroom to wash your hands, and wait to taste it, I'm confident." ”

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

"Do you like to stew a little bit?" Crane urged with a smile.

"Ah, yes, yes!" Melissa came back to her senses, and rushed into the room with a bag in one hand and a hat in the other.

Lifting the lid of the saucepan, Crane suddenly saw a mist emerge in front of his eyes, and two rye breads had already been placed on the sides of lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and heat to become fluffy.

By the time Melissa had packed up her belongings and washed her hands and face, a plate of lamb stew with young peas garnished with potatoes, carrots, and onions was already on the desk, and two pieces of black bread stained with a hint of gravy were on their plates.

"Come, taste. Klein gestured to the wooden fork and spoon resting next to the plate.

Melissa was still a little dazed, and did not refuse, picked up the fork, forked a piece of potato, brought it to her mouth, and took a bite.

The glutinous potato flour and the strong aroma of the gravy permeated at the same time, making her saliva secrete wildly, and she ate the potato in three or two clicks and swallowed it.

"Taste the meat. Klein said, pointing to the plate with his chin.

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

Melissa's eyes had a look of anticipation, and she carefully forked a piece of lamb.

It's so badly stewed that it feels like it's about to melt as soon as you eat it, and the real aroma of meat explodes, and the wonderful juice flows sideways and fills the mouth.

It was a feeling that had never been better than ever, and Melissa couldn't stop at all.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already eaten several pieces of lamb.

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

"I've been stealing it a long time ago, it's a privilege as a chef. Crane smiled and soothed his sister, and at the same time picked up the fork and spoon, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing a mouthful of peas, sometimes putting down the dishes, breaking a piece of black bread and dipping it in juice.

Melissa relaxed, affected by Crane's unconventional demeanor, and re-immersed herself in the deliciousness.

"It's delicious, I can't tell you're doing it for the first time. Melissa looked at the empty plate, which had not even left any juice, and complimented heartily.

"It's still a long way from Welch's cook, and when I have the money, I'll take you and Benson to a restaurant outside and eat better!" Klein said, and he began to look a little longing.

"What will you do in the interview...... Hiccup......" Melissa didn't finish her sentence when she suddenly let out an uncontrollable sound of satisfaction.

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

It's all because the tender pea stew with lamb just now is so delicious!

Klein chuckled secretly, deciding not to laugh at his sister, he pointed to the plate and said:

"It's your task. ”

"Okay!" Melissa couldn't wait to get up, grab the basin, and rush out the door.

When she returned from cleaning, she opened the cupboard and habitually checked the spice box and other items.

"You just used it?" Melissa blurted out in surprise, turning her head to look at Klein, holding a black pepper shaker and lard jar in her hands.

Klein spread his hands and smiled:

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

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

"I'll cook the food in the future. ”

"Hmm...... You have to hurry up and prepare for the interview, and you have to think about the job. ”