A daily life 2

In a private chemistry laboratory equipped with apparatus and items .

A tall, blond Audrey was looking at the cup in her hand . There were countless bubbles and it made the atmosphere serene .

Finally, the liquid in the cup precipitated into a sticky silver substance .

"Haha, I'm indeed talented in mysticism . I succeeded in one try! I was worried of failure and prepared two sets of materials!" the girl muttered to herself in delight .

She put away the items she took from her family's vault or exchanged them with others . She took a deep breath and prepared to close her eyes to drink down the Spectator potion .

At that moment, barking sounded from outside the laboratory . Audrey frowned instantly .

She hid the cup of silver liquid in a dark corner, turned around and headed to the door .

"Susie, who's here?" Audrey turned the doorknob and asked the golden retriever sitting in front of the door .

Susie wagged her tail in an obsequious manner . Her personal maidservant, Annie, had appeared in the corridor nearby .

Audrey walked out of the laboratory and closed the door . She looked at Annie and said, "Didn't I tell you? Do not disturb me when I'm running chemistry experiments . "

A vexed Annie answered, "But there's an invitation from the Viscount Glaint.

"Viscount Glaint." Audrey took a few steps forward and asked Annie.

Audrey remembered she ask Viscount Glaint about some ingredients but she get all before that. Hmm look like I have to meet him. I will bring come there. Audrey was yearning to return immediately to consume the potion .

However, she suppressed her impatience . She only returned to the laboratory's entrance when she saw Annie leave .

Suddenly, she discovered that the golden retriever, Susie, who was waiting outside, was gone . Furthermore, the door to the laboratory was half opened .

"I forgot that Susie can open doors with handles . . . What was that sound? Not good!" Audrey heard crisp sounds coming from within . Suddenly, she came to a realization as she charged into the laboratory .

All she could see was the cups shattered on the floor . Susie was licking the final drop of silver liquid.

Audrey stood rooted at the entrance like a statue .

Susie immediately sat down and looked at her owner innocently as she wagged her tail .

...

In the seas, An ancient sailboat was docked at its harbor .

A blond man dressed in a robe with lightning patterns was looking at Alger Wilson opposite to him . He asked, perplexed, "Alger, you could have returned to the kingdom and become a captain of a Mandated Punisher team or a reputable bishop . Why did you choose to voyage out into sea and become the captain of the Blue Avenger?"

Alger wore a stoic expression on his rough face . He replied solemnly, "The sea belongs to the Storm . This is the Lord's kingdom . I'm willing to abide by the Lord's will and monitor this area of His kingdom . "

"Alright . " The blond haired man clenched his fist and struck his chest . "May the Storm be with you . "

"May the Storm be with you . " Alger replied with the same standard salute .

He stood on the deck with a few sailors and watched his companions leave the boat, walking into the distance .

"Sainz, you do not understand because you do not know enough . . . " Alger muttered silently .

...

Meanwhile, Audrey finished her second concoction in a panic-stricken state .

Seeing that the silver potion looked nothing different from before, she was nearly moved to tears .

Gulp . She quickly drank down the Spectator potion .

Thankfully Viscount Glaint visit on right time. She started Cogitation.

...

Police exit through the door klein wait for a second and he slowly opened the door and shouted down the stairway with a deliberate shiver.

"You will protect me, right?"

Pa. Pa. Pa. The police officers did not respond and there was no change in the rhythm of the sounds between the leather shoes and the wooden staircase.

"I know! You will!"  Klein shouted again, trying to convince themselves that he just a normal person who had met with danger.

The sounds of the footsteps faded and disappeared from the apartment.

[Your reaction is too fake! The acting is not qualified!]

He did not chase. Instead, he turned back to the room and closed the door.

In the next few hours, Klein fully demonstrated perturbation, restlessness, and anxiety. He did not relax because of the absence of people around him.

[This is called the "An Actor Prepares"!] In his heart, he chuckled.

As the sun tilted west, it turned the clouds fiery red. The apartment occupants came home one after another. Finally, Klein shifted his focus to other places.

[It is about time for Melissa to finish her classes…] He turned his attention back to the stove. In one quick swoop, he lifted the kettle, stripped off the coal and took out the revolver.

Without pausing nor delay, he reached out to the back of the lower plank of the bed, where ten wooden poles crisscrossed to support the mattress.

After inserting the revolver between a wooden pole and a plank. [I will wait for Melissa to come back and stew mutton with tender peas!]

As soon as the thought appeared, Klein's mouth seemed to be overflowing with the scent of gravy. It also reminded him of how Melissa stewed mutton with tender peas.

She would whip the meat in boiled water, then stewed it with onions, salt, a little pepper, and water. After some time, the peas and potatoes would be added, and everything would be stewed for another forty to fifty minutes.

I needed money.

"By the time Melissa comes back, it will be after half past seven. She will be starving… It's time for her to witness the real culinary skills!" Klein gave himself an excuse. He rekindled the fire in the stove and started washing the slab of mutton in the public washroom. Then, he took out the chopping board, the knife and started slicing the mutton into small pieces.

As for how to explain his suddenly acquired cooking skills, he decided to push it to his dead friend, Welch McGovern. The classmate of his had not only employed a chef who specialized in Intersea cuisines but also enjoyed cooking himself. He had invited Klein to try his dishes a few times in the past.

How will Melissa know about dead friend hobbies.

He swept the idea aside and put the meat into the soup bowl. Then, he took out the seasoning box and threw a spoonful of yellowish coarse salt. In addition, he took out a bottle of precious black pepper and mixed it together with the mutton and salt to make a basic marination.

Klein placed the saucepan on the stove. As he waited for it to heat up, he took out the leftover carrots from the day before and together with the onions he bought on the day itself, he cut them into many pieces.

After the preparation, he took out a small jar from the kitchen closet and opened it. There was some lard left in the jar.

Klein took a spoonful, placed it in the pan to melt it. After that, he poured the cubes of carrots and onions into the pan and stir fried them for a while.

The scent began to permeate. Klein put in all the mutton and carefully cooked them for a while.

In such a procedure, it was actually essential to use cooking wine or at least red wine. However, there was no such extravagance in the Moretti family. Even Benson could only drink one cup of beer every week. Klein had to do with what he had so he just added in a little water.

After stewing for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, added the green peas and cut potatoes, as well as a cup of hot water, and two spoonfuls of salt.

Then, he closed the lid and lowered the fire to maintain a simmer. Klein exhaled a breath of satisfaction and patiently waited for his sister to return.

More than 40 minutes later, brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached the door. A key was inserted, the handle turned, and the door opened.

"Smell great …" Melissa had not entered but she whispered suspiciously.

As she carried her bag and stepped in the room, her eyes swept over the stove.

"Did you try to cook?" Melissa took off her cap. With her hands pausing in mid-air, she looked horrified.

She sniffed again, and after inhaling more aroma, her eyes quickly softened. She seemed to have found some assurance.

"Did you try to cook?" she questioned again.

"Are you afraid that I am wasting the mutton?" Klein asked with a smile. Without waiting for a response, he continued, "Rest assured, I have specially asked Welch what to do with this dish. As you know, he has a good chef."

"Is this your first time cooking?" Melissa's brows wrinkled subconsciously, but it was then smoothened by the scent.

"I think I'm very talented in this area," Klein laughed. "It's almost ready. You can put down your things and wash your hands in the washroom. After that, you can have a try. I have confidence in my culinary skills."

Listening to her brother's orderly arrangement and looking at his gentle and calm smile, Melissa paused at the doorway and she looked a little surprised.

"Do you prefer the mutton be stewed a little longer?" Klein joked with a laugh.

"Ah, all right!" Melissa regained her thoughts. With the cap in one hand and the bag in another, she quickly walked into her room.

When the lid of the saucepan was opened, Klein's eyes became misty with water vapor. Two rye pieces of bread had been placed on the sides of stew, allowing them to absorb the fragrance and become soft.

When Melissa finished packing her belongings, washing her hands and face, she saw a plate of stew mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots, and onions on the table. There were also two pieces of dark rye bread with a little gravy.

"Come on, have a try." Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon that he had laid on the side of the plate.

Melissa was still a little confused, so she did not refuse. She picked up the fork, pierced a piece of potato, put to her lips and took a bite.

The fragrance of potatoes and gravy expanded at the same time, causing her saliva to be secreted madly. She swallowed the potato in twos bites.

"Try the meat too." Klein motioned at the plate with his chin.

He had tasted the dish just now and felt that he could barely get a passing grade, but it was more than enough for a little girl who had not been to restaurants and could only occasionally taste meat.

Melissa's eyes brightened with anticipation and she carefully forked a piece of mutton.

I, I… Klein, this is for you…" Melissa's face flushed and she stuttered.

"I have already sneaked a few bites. That's the privilege of a chef." Klein smiled and comforted her sister. He also took the fork and spoon, ate some of the meat, together with the peas and bread.

Melissa relaxed as she was influenced by Klein's calm behavior. She then re-immersed into the delicacy.

"It's so appetizing. I simply can't imagine that it's the first time you cook." Melissa glanced at the empty plate on the table and praised.

"Compared with Welch's chef, there is still a long way to go. When I'm rich, I'll take you and Benson to the restaurants and we can try something better!" Klein said with some anticipation in his heart.

"Your interview preparation.. eh…" Melissa didn't finish and suddenly made a satisfied sign. She hurriedly used her hand to cover her mouth and looked embarrassed.

[It is because the stewed mutton with tender peas is just so delicious!]

Klein smiled and decided not to laugh at his sister. He pointed to the empty plates.

"This is your task."

"Okay!" Melissa hurriedly stood up. She took the plates and rushed out of the door.

When she returned, she opened the cupboard and habitually checked the items such as the seasoning box.

"You have used those?" Melissa was surprised and blurted. She turned to look at Klein, holding a black pepper bottle and a lard jar in her hand.

Klein spread his hands and smiled.

"Just a little bit, but this is the price for delicious food."

Melissa's eyes sparkled for a moment, she changed her expressions for a few times before eventually biting her lips.

"Let me cook next time."

"Um… You should make good use of the time to prepare for your interview and think about work."

[Melissa, can you stop bringing this up…] Klein secretly muttered. He felt as if his headaches were coming back again.

The amount of forgotten knowledge was not too much, but it was not little either. The interview would take place on the day after tomorrow. 

After giving a perfunctory response to his sister, Klein began to pretend reading a book. Melissa moved a chair to the table and sat next to him. She was using the gas light to complete her homework.

The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. At about eleven o'clock, the brother and sister bade each other good nights and went to their individual bed.

Dun!

Dun! Dun!

A series of knocks woke Klein up from his dreams.

He glanced at the bright morning light outside the window and sat up in a dazed state.

"Who is it?"

[What time is this? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?]

"It's me, Dunn Smith." There was a calm male voice outside the door.