The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 11: Real Culinary Skills

The norm is everyone dies together? So glad that I'm still alive? Good thing I'm alive?

Klein shivered and quickly ran to the door, trying to chase after the police and asking for protection.

But as soon as he reached the handle, he suddenly stopped.

The officer talked about it so badly, why didn't they protect me, an important witness or key leader?

Isn't that too careless?

Are they just investigating me? Or maybe it was bait?

All sorts of thoughts raged in Klein's mind; he suspected the police were still secretly "watching" him, observing his reaction.

He felt much calmer after thinking about this and no longer panicked. He slowly opened the door, deliberately shouting with a trembling voice on the stairs, "You guys will protect me, right?"

Tap, tap, tap.There was no response from the police officer, and there was no change in the rhythm of contact between the leather shoes and the wooden stairs.

"I know! You'll do it!" Klein shouted again in a confident tone, trying to act like a normal person who was in danger.

The sound of footsteps slowly weakened and disappeared to the lower floor of the apartment.

Klein snorted and laughed, "Isn't that answer too fake? Their acting skills were not up to standard!"

He's not chasing them. Instead, he turned to the room and closed the door behind him.

In the next few hours, Klein fully revealed what they called back in the Foodaholic Empire, China—anxiety, nervousness, uneasiness, unintentionality, and muttering of words he did not understand. He did not slack off just because there was no one around him.

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

As the sun moves west, the clouds on the horizon appear reddish-orange. The tenants in the apartment came home one after another; Klein shifted his focus elsewhere.

"Melissa was almost done with school." She looked at the stove, lifted the kettle, peeled charcoal and took out a revolver.

Without pause or delay, he grabbed the back of the board under the two-storied bed where over ten pieces of wood staggered.

After cutting the left wheel between the piece of wood and the plank, Klein straightened up and waited anxiously, fearing the police would break down the door and rush into the room with guns in their hands.

If it was the Steam Age, he was sure he would not be seen by anyone when he did that. However, there was an incredible power here, which he had proven through his own experience.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement on the door. There was only a chat between the two tenants heading to the Heart of the Wild Bar on Iron Cross Street.

"Phew." Klein sighed, feeling certain.

All she needed to do was wait for Melissa to come back and cook the boiled mutton with tender peas!

When the idea came to Klein's mind, his mouth seemed to taste the rich flavor of gravy; he remembered how Melissa cooked boiled mutton with tender peas.

First, he boiled water and fried the meat. Then, he added onions, salt, a little pepper, and water. After a certain period of time, peas and potatoes are added, and the decoction should be cooked for an additional forty or fifty minutes with the lid open.

"This is indeed a simple and crude way to do it. Powered purely by the taste of the meat itself!" Klein shook his head.

But there's no other way to do that. It was difficult for commoners to have many types of spices and various cooking methods. They can only take simple, practical, and economical ways. As long as the meat is not charred or rotten, anything is good for people who can only eat meat once or twice a week.

Klein himself was not a good cook and often ordered food to take home. But by cooking three or four times a week, after weeks of accumulated practice, she had a graduation standard and felt that she would not let the pound of mutton down.

"When Melissa comes back to cook it, it will be finished after 19:30. He would be starving by then .. It was time for him to see what real cooking was!" Klein made excuses for himself. First, he lit the fire again, went to the bathroom to fetch water, and washed the mutton. Then he took out a kitchen board and a knife before cutting the mutton into small pieces.

As for the explanation for his sudden culinary skills, he decided to blame the deceased Welch McGovern, who had not only hired a chef who was skilled in Midseashire flavours, but also had a taste for his food, but it also often makes its own delicious food and invites people to try it.

Well, the dead can't deny me!

Nevertheless, tsk, this is a world with Beyonders; the dead cannot necessarily speak. With that in mind, Klein felt a little guilty.

He threw away his confused thoughts and stuffed the meat into the soup bowl. Then he took out a spice box and added a spoonful of raw salt, half of which had already begun to turn yellow. In addition, he carefully picked up a few black pepper grains from a special small bottle, mixing and marinating them.

He placed the pot on the stove and, while waiting for it to heat up, Klein searched through the carrots from yesterday and cut them into pieces with the onions he bought today.

When he was done with his preparations, he took out a small can from the closet and opened it. There's not a lot of lard left in it.

Klein took a spoonful, put it in a pot, and melted it. He added carrots and onions and stirred them for a while.

As the scent began to seep in, Klein poured all the mutton into the pot and carefully fried it for a while.

He should have added cooking wine in the process, or at least red wine. However, the Moretti family did not have this luxury and could only drink a glass of beer a week. Klein had to settle for whatever was available and pour boiled water.

After boiling for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas in and cut the potatoes into it, and added a cup of hot water and two spoons of salt.

He closed the lid, lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting for his sister to get home.

As the seconds turned into minutes, the scent in the room grew stronger. There is an allure of the meat, the rich aroma of potatoes, and the refreshing aroma of onions.

After more than forty minutes, a few not-so-fast but rhythmic footsteps approached. The lock is inserted, the handle is rotated, and the door is open.

Before Melissa came in, she whispered hesitantly, "It smells good…"

With his bag still in his hand, he stepped in and glanced at the stove.

"You made this?" Melissa took off her veil cap and her hand stopped in midair, looking at Klein in surprise.

He moved his nose and inhaled more of the scent. His eyes quickly softened, and he seemed to find confidence.

"You made this?" he asked again.

"Are you afraid I'll throw the goat meat away?" Klein smiled and came back with a question. Without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, "Don't worry, I specifically asked Welch to teach me how to cook this dish.You know, he's good at cooking."

"First time?" Melissa's brows furrowed involuntarily, but were smoothed by the aroma.

"I think I'm talented." Klein laughs. "It's almost done. Put your books and veil caps somewhere. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands, then be prepared to taste them. I'm pretty sure of that."

When she heard her brother's orderly arrangement and saw his gentle and calm smile, Melissa stood glued to the door and failed to respond in a daze.

"Do you prefer cooked mutton for longer?" Klein urged while laughing.

"Ah, okay, okay!" Melissa flinched back to her senses. With a handbag and veil in each hand, he rushed into the room quickly.

When the lid of the pot opened, a burst of steam suddenly appeared before Klein's eyes. Two slices of whole wheat bread were already placed on the side of the tender mutton and peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and the heat to soften.

By the time Melissa packed her things, washed her hands and face, and back, a plate of boiled mutton with peas, potatoes, carrots, and onions was already placed on the table. Two slices of rye bread, stained with a light sauce, were on their plates.

"Come, try." Klein pointed to the fork and wooden spoon next to the plate.

Melissa was a little confused. He did not refuse; he took the potato with his fork, put it in his mouth and bit it lightly.

The taste of starchy potatoes and the smell of gravy flooded his mouth. His saliva secretions went crazy as he devoured the potatoes in a few mouthfuls.

"Try the goat meat." Klein pointed to the plate with his chin.

She had just tasted it and thought it barely met the standards, but it was enough for a girl inexperienced with what the world had to offer. After all, he only ate meat occasionally.

Melissa's eyes were filled with anticipation as she carefully cut the mutton.

It was very soft and, once it entered the mouth, almost melted. The smell of meat exploded in his mouth, filling it with delicious meat juices.

It was an unprecedented feeling and it made Melissa unable to stop eating.

By the time he realized it, he had already eaten a few pieces of mutton.

"I.. I. Klein, this should be prepared for you.." Melissa blushed and stammered.

"I just bit some food. It's a privilege to be a cook." Klein smiled and calmed his sister. He took his fork and spoon. Sometimes, he would eat a piece of meat and sometimes, he would fill his mouth with peas. At other times, he would put down the cutlery, break a piece of rye bread and dip it in the sauce.

Melissa relaxed and was immersed in delicacy again by Klein's normal behavior.

"It's really delicious. It seems you didn't do it for the first time." Melissa looked at the empty plate and praised it wholeheartedly. Even the sauce is over.

"Away from chef Welch. When I'm rich, I'll take you and Benson to the restaurant and eat better!" Klein. He himself began to look forward to it.

"Your interview.. Burp.." Melissa did not finish her words as she suddenly let out a voice of satisfaction involuntarily.

He put his hand on his mouth in a hurry and looked embarrassed.

The mistake was in the boiled goat meat with tender peas earlier! That's too delicious.

Klein laughed silently and decided not to make fun of his sister. He pointed to the plate and said, "This is your mission."

"All right!" Melissa immediately stood up, picked up the basin and rushed out the door.

When he returned, he opened the cupboard to check the spice box and other items as usual.

"Have you just used it?" Melissa was surprised, and turned to Klein, holding a bottle of black pepper and a can of lard.

Klein shrugged and laughed.

"Little bit. That's the price of delicacy."

Melissa's eyes sparkled, her expression changing for a while, before she finally said, "Let me cook in the future."

"Um. You should hurry and prepare for the interview. You should think about your job."