The Mysterious King

Chapter 27: Dinner for three siblings

It was so sharp... Klein laughed out loud and used his rich "experience" in

his previous life to match it with another dark sentence:

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

"Good! Very good!" Benson laughed loudly and gave a thumbs up, "Klein,

you are much more humorous than before."

After taking a breath, he continued:

"I have to go to the pier in the afternoon and can rest tomorrow. Then,

um... let's go to the Tingen City Improvement Housing Company to see if they

have cheap and good townhouses for rent. Also, we need to visit Frank first. Mr.

Ranch."

"Mr. Landlady?" Klein asked in confusion.

Does the current landlord own a townhouse in a good neighborhood?

Benson glanced at his brother and said amusedly:

"You don't forget that we have a one-year lease, right? It's only been six

months."

"Hiss..." Klein suddenly took a breath.

I really forgot about this matter!

Although the rent is paid once a week, the lease term is as long as one year.

Moving now is tantamount to breach of contract. If the defendant goes to court,

he will have to pay a lot of money!

"You still lack enough social experience." Benson touched his receding

black hairline and sighed, "This is still the terms I worked hard to get,

otherwise Mr. French would only be willing to pay for three Once a month is

signed, for the wealthy class, the landlords will directly rent for one year, two

years, or even three years in order to achieve stability. But for us, us and the

neighbors in the past, the landlords will worry at any time. Some people have

accidents and cannot pay the rent, so they only hope for a short-term

contract."

"In this way, they can often increase the price according to the situation."

Klein added based on the memory fragments of the original owner and his own

rental experience.

Benson sighed and said:

"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Well, you don't have to

worry. The contract matter is easy to resolve. Frankly speaking, as long as we

default on rent for one week,Mr. French will throw us out immediately and

deduct valuable money." After all, his IQ is not as good as that of a curly-haired

baboon, and he cannot distinguish things that are too complicated."

Hearing these words, Klein suddenly remembered a certain Sir

Humphrey's joke, shook his head seriously and said:

"No, Benson you are wrong."

"Why?" Benson looked confused.

"Mr. French's 1Q is still a little higher than that of the curly-haired

"You still lack enough social experience." Benson touched his receding

black hairline and sighed, "This is still the terms I worked hard to get,

otherwise Mr. French would only be willing to pay for three Once a month is

signed, for the wealthy class, the landlords will directly rent for one year, two

years, or even three years in order to achieve stability. But for us, us and the

neighbors in the past, the landlords will worry at any time. Some people have

accidents and cannot pay the rent, so they only hope for a short-term

contract."

"In this way, they can often increase the price according to the situation."

Klein added based on the memory fragments of the original owner and his own

rental experience.

Benson sighed and said:

"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Well, you don't have to

worry. The contract matter is easy to resolve. Frankly speaking, as long as we

default on rent for one week,Mr. French will throw us out immediately and

deduct valuable money." After all, his IQ is not as good as that of a curly-haired

baboon, and he cannot distinguish things that are too complicated."

Hearing these words, Klein suddenly remembered a certain Sir

Humphrey's joke, shook his head seriously and said:

"No, Benson you are wrong."

"Why?" Benson looked confused.

"Mr. French's 1Q is still a little higher than that of the curly-haired

things.

During this process, he could still feel that someone was spying and

watching him, but there was still no actual contact.

After being delayed at Slim Bakery for a while, Klein returned home and

began to exercise his arm strength with heavy objects, such as stacked books.

He originally wanted to do military gymnastics to strengthen his body, but

now he has even forgotten the broadcasting exercises. Besides, this is

something that was only exposed to military training, so he had no choice but

to keep it as simple as possible.

Klein did not let himself exercise too hard, because that would make him

tired and increase the danger. He stopped at the right time and looked through

the original owner's textbooks and notes, hoping to go over the knowledge

related to the Fourth Age.

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat at the desk, looking at the food on

the table, as if they were senior children in a junior high school.

Various mixed aromas compose a rich food prelude, it is the permeating

enchantment of boiled beef, it is the obvious and lasting stimulation of mashed

potatoes, it is the sweet entanglement of pea soup, it is the subtle and moderate

harmony of stewed rhubarb , that is the sweet and sweet surrounding of butter

on rye bread.

Benson swallowed and looked back at Klein, who was putting a crispy

yellow fish on the plate. He felt that the aroma of deep-fried oil entered his

throat, esophagus, and stomach from the end of his nose. department.

Gulu! His stomach made a distinct growl.

Klein rolled back his shirt cuffs, held the fried fish plate, and placed it in

the center of the cleared desk. Then he turned back and took out two large

glasses of ginger beer from the cupboard, placing them in the corresponding

positions of Benson and himself.

He smiled at Melissa and took out a lemon pudding like a magic trick:

"We have beer and you have this."

"...Thank you." Melissa said weakly as she took the lemon pudding.

Seeing this, Benson picked up the cup, smiled and said:

"Come and celebrate that Klein found a good job."

Klein picked up the cup and clinked it with Benson and Melissa's lemon

pudding:

"Praise the goddess!"

Gulu, he raised his head and took a sip. The spicy taste burned through his

esophagus, bringing a wonderful aftertaste.

The full name of ginger beer is ginger beer, but it actually does not contain

any alcohol. It uses the spiciness of ginger and the acidity of lemon to create a

beer-like taste. It is a drink that is also acceptable to women and children, but

Melissa doesn't like it very much. A taste.

"Praise the goddess!" Benson took a sip, while Melissa took a small bite of

the lemon pudding, chewed it repeatedly, and was reluctant to swallow it.

"Give it a try." Klein put down his cup, picked up a fork and spoon, and

pointed at the food on the table.

Among them, he was least confident about pea soup. After all, he would

never eat such a strange thing on earth. He could only "re-create" it based on

the memory fragments of the original owner.

As an older brother, Benson was not polite and took a spoonful of mashed

potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste of the potatoes, stewed to the limit and crushed until they were

rotten, was mixed with a hint of lard and just the right amount of salt, making

him salivate like crazy and whet his appetite.

"No... wrong... not bad." Benson praised vaguely, "It's much more delicious

than the last time I had it at the company, which used cream."

This is my specialty... Klein accepted the compliment calmly:

"Thanks to Mr. Welch's chef for teaching me."

Melissa looked at the beef soup. Green basil leaves, green lettuce heads and

white r****h pieces were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft stewed

beef. The color was fresh and the aroma was appealing.

She forked a piece of beef and put it in her mouth to chew. She felt that

there was still chewiness in the softness. The slight salt taste, the sweetness of

the r****h, and the spiciness of the basil jointly stimulated the delicious taste of

the beef itself.

"...,.." She seemed to be praising something, but she couldn't stop talking.

Klein tasted it and found it delicious. He also regretted that it was not as

good as his best. After all, some of the seasonings were not available, so he had

to use other ingredients instead, which was strange.

Of course, even at the best level, home-cooked meals are just passable.

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

world.

COMMENT

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein picked up a piece of fried

tassock fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside,

tender on the inside, browned and delicious, and the salty and oily flavors were

intertwined.

Nodding slightly, Klein tried another piece of stewed rhubarb and thought

it was just okay and could relieve the greasy taste of meat.

Finally, he worked up the courage and took a spoonful of pea soup.

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

But when he saw how satisfied Benson and Melissa were after tasting it, he

also doubted his own taste, so he couldn't help but take a sip of ginger beer to

cleanse his tongue.

After this meal, the three siblings all had bloated stomachs and couldn't

get up from their chairs for a long time.

"Let us praise the goddess again!" Benson said with satisfaction as he

picked up the remaining sip of ginger beer.

"Praise the goddess!" Klein drank the last drink in one gulp.

"Praise the goddess." Melissa put a little lemon pudding that she had been

holding back until the end into her mouth and tasted it back and forth.

Seeing this, Klein used his tipsy feeling to smile and said:

"Melissa, it's not good for you to be like this. It's best to eat your favorite

food from the beginning, so that you can see its most delicious side.Wait until

you are full and your appetite has decreased, and then taste it again, and the

taste will be compromised. of."

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

The three brothers and sisters talked and laughed, digested for a while, and

then together they cleared away the plates, forks and spoons, and poured back

the oil in which they had fried the fish.

After being busy, one of them reviewed courses, one self-study accounting

knowledge, and the other continued to read textbooks and notes, living a

fulfilling and satisfying life.

At 11 o'clock, the three Klein brothers and sisters extinguished the gas

lights, washed themselves and went to sleep.

It was dark and hazy before his eyes, and Dunn Smith suddenly appeared in

Klein's sight, wearing a black knee-length windbreaker and a half-top hat.

"Captain!" Klein suddenly woke up and knew clearly that he was in a

dream.

Dunn's gray eyes were calm and he said as if he was talking about a trivial

matter:

"Someone sneaked into your room, picked up your revolver, forced him

into the corridor, and then handed him over to us."

Someone sneaked into my room? The monitor finally takes action? Klein

was startled and did not dare to ask any more questions. He just nodded and

said:

"OK!"

The scene infront of him changed immediately, with colors appearing

chaotically and bursting one by one like bubbles.

Opening his eyes, Klein carefully turned his head and looked toward the

window. He saw a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk,

silently rummaging for something.