Klein took out a spoonful, put it into the pan, fried it and melted it, then poured in the carrot and onion pieces, and stir-fried for a while.

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

During this process, some cooking wine should have been ordered, and wine had to be used instead, but the Moretti family didn�t have these luxury items, and Benson could only drink a glass of beer a week, so Klein had to make things simple, pour some boiling water, and make whatever he wanted. alley.

After stewing for about 20 minutes, he opened the lid, put in the tender peas and chopped potatoes, added another cup of hot water, and two spoons of salt.

After closing the lid and lowering the fire, Klein exhaled in satisfaction, waiting for his sister to come home.

As time passed, the aroma in the room became more and more intense, with the temptation of meat, the mellowness of potatoes, and the "refreshing" of onions.

The smell gradually became mixed. Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time, and opened the pocket watch cover to look at the minute hand.

After more than forty minutes, the sound of footsteps that were not brisk but orderly approached, the key was inserted, the handle was turned, and the door opened.

"It smells so good..." Melissa whispered suspiciously before she came in.

She took the bag, stepped in, and glanced over the stove.

"You did it?" Melissa's movement of taking off her gauze hat stopped in mid-air, and she looked at Klein with horror.

She sniffed and inhaled more aroma, her eyes softened quickly, as if she had found some confidence.

"What did you do?" She asked again in doubt.

"Are you afraid that I will waste the lamb?" Klein asked back with a smile. Before he could answer, he said to himself, "Don't worry, I specifically asked Welch how to make this dish. You know, he has a good idea. chef."

"Doing it for the first time?" Melissa frowned unconsciously, but was smoothed by the aroma.

"It seems that I'm very talented." Klein laughed. "It's almost ready. You put the book hat away, go to the bathroom to wash your hands, and wait to taste it. I'm very confident."

Listening to her brother's orderly arrangements and seeing his gentle and calm smile, Melissa was stunned at the door, blankly without any response.

"Do you like the stew to be a little more rotten?" Klein urged with a smile.

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

When the lid of the stew pot was lifted, mist suddenly appeared in front of Klein's eyes. Two pieces of rye bread had long been placed on the side of the lamb and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the aroma and heat to become soft.

When Melissa packed up her belongings, washed her hands and face and came back, a plate of stewed lamb with tender peas decorated with potatoes, carrots, and onions was placed on the desk, and two pieces of black bread stained with gravy were on their respective plates. inside.

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

Melissa was still a little dazed, and didn't refuse. She picked up a fork, forked a piece of potato, brought it to her mouth, and took a light bite.

The glutinous potato and the strong aroma of the gravy permeated at the same time, making her saliva secrete crazily, and she finished eating this piece of potato in two or three bites and swallowed it.

"Taste the meat." Klein pointed at the plate with his chin.

He had already tasted the taste just now, and felt 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 occasionally eat meat!

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

It was stewed quite badly, and it felt like it was about to melt as soon as it entered the mouth. The real meaty aroma exploded, and the wonderful juice flowed across, filling the mouth.

It was an unprecedented good feeling, which made Melissa unable to stop at all.

By the time she recovered, she had already eaten several pieces of lamb. JrNovels.com