Although many dishes in this world are quite simple to make and very fast, it is unlikely that it will take one hour to cook and five minutes to eat, but no matter what, it still requires a certain amount of labor, and you have to clean the dishes and wash the knives and forks by yourself .

After touching his wallet, Klein turned around on the spot and walked in the direction where there were more restaurants in his memory.

He passed by lawyer Jurgen's house again.

Standing behind the open oriel window, Jurgen looked at Detective Moriarty with a "confused" expression, and raised his voice, "Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, you forgot to bring your keys again? Or, lost the key?"

Why do you say again? Klein replied hehe: "No, not at all."

Jurgen nodded very seriously: "Why don't you come to my house as a guest?"

"I'll go back after dinner and it's completely dark."

�Klein hesitated for a second, then smiled and said, "It's my honor."

When he entered, the black cat Brody was licking and washing his paws in the corner. Jurgen entered the kitchen without much greeting.

After Klein hung up his coat and hat, put away his black cane, and entered the dining room step by step, food was already set on the table, including dark steaks and mashed potatoes of the same color.

He was not surprised by this. Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother, Mrs. Doris's cooking style was like this when she got old. It didn't look good, but it was delicious enough.

She is a chef... Klein sat across from Jurgen, smiled and said, "Are you preparing for dinner?"

"Yes, before eating, I'm used to looking at the scenery outside and letting my thoughts spread without boundaries." Jurgen spread the napkin and picked up the knife and fork.

Klein looked around suspiciously and said, "Where's Mrs. Doris?"

Jurgen sighed, and replied seriously: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and her old lung problem has reappeared, so she has to go to the hospital for a while."

"May God bless her." Klein drew the triangular holy emblem of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest in an unskilled manner.

Then, he cut a piece of meat steak and forked it to stuff it into his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question, and hurriedly said, "So, this is the dinner you prepared?"

"Of course, it was done a few minutes ago," Jurgen replied succinctly.

It wasn't the skill of Mrs. Doris, the chef, so this appearance... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Enduring the fear in his heart, he still bit off the small piece of meat steak on the silver fork, and slowly chewed.

He frowned a little bit, and finally swallowed the food forcefully, with a smile on his face: "Why did you prepare two servings in advance?"

"One is going to be taken to the hospital for my grandma." Jurgen glanced up at Klein, and said without thinking there was any problem, "I'll prepare another one later."

"...So that's how it is." To be polite, Klein secretly took a breath, and used a fighting posture to finish off the food in front of him.

When he finished eating, Jurgen still had half of it left. The senior solicitor temporarily put down his knife and fork, picked up the tall glass next to him, drank a sip of red wine, and asked expressionlessly, "How do you feel?"

"Which dish do you like best?"

"I know there is still a big gap between me and my grandma's craftsmanship, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated."

Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to your facial nerve disorder, you also have problems with your sense of taste... Can't you understand yourself correctly? Klein smiled, moved his head left and right and said, "The white bread is not bad."

"That's from Dodge Bakery." Jurgen lowered his head again and settled the remaining food.

After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a while and said, "Detective Moriarty, I want to entrust one thing, a very simple entrustment."

"What?" Klein kept drinking water. JrNovels.com