"I, I, Klein, this is for you..." Melissa's face turned red and she stammered.

"I've already eaten it secretly. It's my privilege as a chef." Klein smiled and comforted his sister. At the same time, he also picked up the fork and spoon, sometimes eating a piece of meat, sometimes stuffing a mouthful of peas, and sometimes putting down the tableware to break a piece of black Dip bread with juice.

Melissa relaxed, and was influenced by Klein's normal behavior, re-immersing herself in the delicious food.

"It's so delicious, it doesn't look like you're making it for the first time." Melissa glanced at the empty plate that didn't even have any juice left, and praised sincerely.

"Compared to Welch's chef, it's still far behind. When I have money, I'll take you and Benson to an outside restaurant, and eat better!" Klein said so much that he began to look forward to it.

"Your interview meeting... hiccup..." Before Melissa finished speaking, she suddenly let out a satisfied voice uncontrollably.

She hastily stretched out her hand to cover her mouth with embarrassment on her face.

It's all because the stewed lamb with tender peas just now is so delicious!

Klein snickered and decided not to laugh at his sister. He pointed to the plate and said, "This is your task."

"Okay!" Melissa stood up impatiently, took the basin, and rushed out the door.

When she came back from cleaning, she opened the cupboard and checked the seasoning box and other items habitually.

"Did you use it just now?" Melissa blurted out in surprise, and turned to look at Klein, holding a black pepper bottle and a lard jar in her hands.

Klein spread his hands and smiled, "A little bit, this is the price of delicious food."

Melissa's eyes flickered, her expression changed a few times, and she finally pursed her lips and said, "I'll cook in the future."

"Well...you have to hurry up and prepare for the interview, and you have to think about work."

Sister, can we not turn on which pot and carry which pot... Klein secretly complained, only to feel his head throbbing again.

The knowledge that the original owner has forgotten is not too much, and definitely a lot. The interview will be held the day after tomorrow, so how can I have time to make up for it...

Moreover, he was also involved in weird and terrifying incidents, how could he have the thought to "review"...

After a few perfunctory words to his sister, Klein began to pretend to read. Melissa moved a chair, sat beside her, and started doing her homework by the light of the gas lamp.

The atmosphere was peaceful and happy, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, the brothers and sisters said good night to each other and went to bed.

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Boom!

Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Klein woke up from his dream.

He glanced at the morning light outside the window, turned over and sat up with a slightly confused head: "Who is it?"

What time is it? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?

"I, Dunn Smith." A calm male voice answered from outside the door.

Dunn Smith? I don't know... Klein shook his head and got off the bed, walking towards the door.

He opened the door and saw the police officer with gray eyes from yesterday.

"Did something happen?" Klein asked cautiously. JrNovels.com