Chapter: 29
"Test, or bait?"
Various thoughts fought in Klein's mind, making him suspect that the police were still secretly "staring" at him to observe his reaction.
Thinking of this, he calmed down a lot, and he was no longer so panic-stricken. He slowly opened the door, and shouted to the stairs with a trembling voice on purpose: "You will protect me, right?"
Crack, crack, crack, the police officers did not respond, and the rhythm of the touch of leather shoes and wooden stairs did not change.
"I know! You will do this!" Klein shouted again in a tone of pretended conviction, trying to act like a normal person in danger.
The footsteps gradually faded and disappeared on the ground floor of the apartment.
Klein snorted, and laughed in his stomach: "Isn't this reaction too fake? The acting skills are unqualified!"
He didn't chase, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the door behind him.
In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed his restlessness, fidgeting, restlessness, and reading big foody words such as "unconscious", and did not relax his request because there was no one around.
This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! He laughed at himself like this in his heart.
When the sun slanted westward, the clouds in the sky "burned", and the apartment residents returned home one after another, Klein shifted his focus to other places.
"Melissa is about to leave school soon..." He cast his eyes on the stove, lifted the kettle in one breath, peeled off the coals, and took out the revolver.
Without pause, without delay, he reached his hand to the back of the lower planks of the bunk bed, supported by a dozen or so wooden slats interlaced.
After clamping the revolver between a wooden bar and a plank, Klein straightened up and waited anxiously, fearing that the police would suddenly open the door and rush into the room with a gun in hand.
If it was a normal steam world, when he did what he did just now, he would definitely not be seen by anyone. However, there is extraordinary power here, the extraordinary power that he has verified himself.
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door, and the two tenants had to meet to go to the "Wild Heart" bar on Iron Cross Street.
"Phew." Klein let out a breath, and put his heart back in his chest.
Just waiting for Melissa to come back and make lamb stew with tender peas!
As soon as this thought appeared, Klein's mouth seemed to be filled with the aroma of gravy, and he also remembered how Melissa made stewed lamb with tender peas.
She first boils the water to cook the meat, then adds onions, salt, a little pepper and water to stew directly, and then puts in peas and potatoes and stews for forty or fifty minutes.
"It's really simple and crude enough... it's supported solely by the deliciousness of the meat itself!" Klein couldn't help but shook his head.
But there is no way to do it. Common people don�t have many kinds of seasonings and cooking techniques. They can only pursue simplicity, practicality and economy. Anyway, as long as the meat is not burnt or spoiled, they only eat it twice a week. Even for one person, everything is good.
Klein is not a good cook, and he mainly eats outside food every day, but he cooks three or four times a week, accumulating weekly, which still gives him a passing standard, and he feels that he can't live up to the pound of lamb.
"I'll do it after Melissa comes back. It won't be until after 7:30. It will starve her to death... It's time for her to experience real cooking skills!" Klein made an excuse for himself, let The fire was rekindled, and I went to the public bathroom to pick up water and wash the lamb, then took out the cutting board and kitchen knife, and chopped it into small pieces.
As for how to explain the sudden culinary skills, he decided to push it to the dead ghost Welch McGovern. This classmate not only hired a chef who was good at Jianhai special flavors, but also often thought about food by himself and invited people to taste it.
Well, the dead will not contradict me!
However, hiss, this is a world with Extraordinary beings, and the dead may not be able to speak... Thinking of this, Klein felt a little guilty for some reason.
He put the messy thoughts aside, put the meat cubes into the soup bowl, then took out the seasoning box, shaken half a spoonful of yellowed kosher salt in it, and treasured it from a special small bottle I took some black peppercorns, mixed them with the lamb and salt, and marinated them for a while.
Put the stew pot on the stove, and while it was heating up, Klein rummaged through to find the carrot left over from yesterday, and the onion bought today, and cut it into many pieces.
After finishing the preparations, he took out a small jar from the cabinet. After opening it, there was not much lard left in it. JrNovels.com
Various thoughts fought in Klein's mind, making him suspect that the police were still secretly "staring" at him to observe his reaction.
Thinking of this, he calmed down a lot, and he was no longer so panic-stricken. He slowly opened the door, and shouted to the stairs with a trembling voice on purpose: "You will protect me, right?"
Crack, crack, crack, the police officers did not respond, and the rhythm of the touch of leather shoes and wooden stairs did not change.
"I know! You will do this!" Klein shouted again in a tone of pretended conviction, trying to act like a normal person in danger.
The footsteps gradually faded and disappeared on the ground floor of the apartment.
Klein snorted, and laughed in his stomach: "Isn't this reaction too fake? The acting skills are unqualified!"
He didn't chase, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the door behind him.
In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed his restlessness, fidgeting, restlessness, and reading big foody words such as "unconscious", and did not relax his request because there was no one around.
This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! He laughed at himself like this in his heart.
When the sun slanted westward, the clouds in the sky "burned", and the apartment residents returned home one after another, Klein shifted his focus to other places.
"Melissa is about to leave school soon..." He cast his eyes on the stove, lifted the kettle in one breath, peeled off the coals, and took out the revolver.
Without pause, without delay, he reached his hand to the back of the lower planks of the bunk bed, supported by a dozen or so wooden slats interlaced.
After clamping the revolver between a wooden bar and a plank, Klein straightened up and waited anxiously, fearing that the police would suddenly open the door and rush into the room with a gun in hand.
If it was a normal steam world, when he did what he did just now, he would definitely not be seen by anyone. However, there is extraordinary power here, the extraordinary power that he has verified himself.
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door, and the two tenants had to meet to go to the "Wild Heart" bar on Iron Cross Street.
"Phew." Klein let out a breath, and put his heart back in his chest.
Just waiting for Melissa to come back and make lamb stew with tender peas!
As soon as this thought appeared, Klein's mouth seemed to be filled with the aroma of gravy, and he also remembered how Melissa made stewed lamb with tender peas.
She first boils the water to cook the meat, then adds onions, salt, a little pepper and water to stew directly, and then puts in peas and potatoes and stews for forty or fifty minutes.
"It's really simple and crude enough... it's supported solely by the deliciousness of the meat itself!" Klein couldn't help but shook his head.
But there is no way to do it. Common people don�t have many kinds of seasonings and cooking techniques. They can only pursue simplicity, practicality and economy. Anyway, as long as the meat is not burnt or spoiled, they only eat it twice a week. Even for one person, everything is good.
Klein is not a good cook, and he mainly eats outside food every day, but he cooks three or four times a week, accumulating weekly, which still gives him a passing standard, and he feels that he can't live up to the pound of lamb.
"I'll do it after Melissa comes back. It won't be until after 7:30. It will starve her to death... It's time for her to experience real cooking skills!" Klein made an excuse for himself, let The fire was rekindled, and I went to the public bathroom to pick up water and wash the lamb, then took out the cutting board and kitchen knife, and chopped it into small pieces.
As for how to explain the sudden culinary skills, he decided to push it to the dead ghost Welch McGovern. This classmate not only hired a chef who was good at Jianhai special flavors, but also often thought about food by himself and invited people to taste it.
Well, the dead will not contradict me!
However, hiss, this is a world with Extraordinary beings, and the dead may not be able to speak... Thinking of this, Klein felt a little guilty for some reason.
He put the messy thoughts aside, put the meat cubes into the soup bowl, then took out the seasoning box, shaken half a spoonful of yellowed kosher salt in it, and treasured it from a special small bottle I took some black peppercorns, mixed them with the lamb and salt, and marinated them for a while.
Put the stew pot on the stove, and while it was heating up, Klein rummaged through to find the carrot left over from yesterday, and the onion bought today, and cut it into many pieces.
After finishing the preparations, he took out a small jar from the cabinet. After opening it, there was not much lard left in it. JrNovels.com
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