"Try it." Klein put down his cup, picked up a fork and spoon, and pointed at the food on the table.

Among them, he has the least confidence in pea soup. After all, he would never eat such a strange thing on earth, so he can only "recreate" it based on the original owner's memory fragments.

As the elder brother, Benson was not polite, he dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste of potatoes stewed to the limit and crushed to rotten mixed with a faint smell of lard and just the right amount of salt made him salivate wildly and whet his appetite.

"No...wrong...not bad." Benson praised vaguely, "It's much more delicious than the one I ate at the company last time, when it was served with cream."

This can be regarded as my specialty... Klein accepted the compliment frankly: "Thanks to Mr. Welch's chef for teaching."

Melissa looked at the beef soup. Green basil leaves, green lettuce heads, and white radish pieces were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft stewed beef. The color was fresh and the aroma was attractive.

She forked a piece of beef and put it in her mouth to chew, only to feel that there was still chewiness in the soft rottenness. A little bit of salt, the sweetness of radish, and the spicy aroma of basil together stimulated the deliciousness of the beef itself.

"...,..." She seemed to be praising something, but she couldn't stop talking.

Klein tasted it, and found it delicious. He regretted that it was still far from his best level. After all, he didn't have some seasonings, so he had to use others instead. It was unavoidably strange.

Of course, home-cooked meals are only passable, even at the best level.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for Benson and Melissa who had never seen the world.

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein took another piece of deep-fried Tassoke fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and was deliciously browned.

Slightly nodding, Klein tried a piece of stewed rhubarb again, and thought it was okay, it could relieve the greasy taste of meat.

At last he mustered up his courage and scooped up a spoonful of pea soup.

Too sweet, too sour... Klein couldn't help frowning.

But seeing how satisfied Benson and Melissa tasted, he doubted his sense of taste again, so he couldn't help taking a sip of ginger beer to clean his tongue.

During this meal, the three brothers and sisters ate so much that their stomachs were swollen, and they couldn't get up from their chairs for a long time.

"Let's praise the goddess again!" Benson said contentedly, picking up the remaining ginger beer.

"Praise the goddess!" Klein drank the last drink in one gulp.

"Praise the goddess." Melissa put a little lemon pudding that she had endured until the end into her mouth and tasted it back and forth.

Seeing this, Klein smiled and said with a slightly drunk feeling: "Melissa, it's not good for you to be like this. It's best to eat your favorite food from the beginning, so that you can see its most delicious side, and wait until you eat it. If you are full, your appetite will decrease, and if you taste it again, the taste will be compromised."

"No, it's still delicious." Melissa replied firmly and stubbornly.

The three brothers and sisters chatted and laughed, digested for a while, and then cleaned up the plates, forks and spoons together, and poured back the oil that had fried the fish.

After being busy, one of them reviewed the courses, the other studied accounting knowledge by themselves, and the other continued to read textbooks and notes, living a fulfilling and satisfying life.

At 11 o'clock, the three brothers and sisters of Klein extinguished the gas lamp, washed and went to bed respectively.

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It was gloomy and gloomy in front of him, and he felt muddled. Dunn Smith, who was wearing a black knee-length windbreaker and a top hat, suddenly appeared in Klein's sight.

"Captain!" Klein suddenly woke up, knowing clearly that he was in a dream.

Dun En's gray eyes were unwavering, as if he was talking about a trivial matter: "Someone sneaked into your room, picked up your revolver, forced him to the corridor, and then handed it over to us." JrNovels.com