Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 11 - Real Culinary Skills

Chapter 11: Real Culinary Skills

Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios

The norm is for everyone to die together? Very glad that I’m still alive? Fortunate that I’m still alive?

Klein shivered and quickly ran to the door, trying to catch up with the policen and ask for protection.

But as soon as he reached the handle, he suddenly stopped.

That officer talked so horribly about it, why didn’t they protect , an important witness or key lead?

Isn’t that too careless?

Were they just probing ? Or maybe it’s a bait?

All kinds of thoughts rushed into Klein’s mind; he suspected that the police were still secretly “watching” him, observing his reaction.

He felt much calr after thinking of this and was no longer so panicked. He slowly opened the door, deliberately shouting with a trembling voice at the staircase, “You guys will protect , right?”

Tap, tap, tap... There was no response from the police officers, and there was no change in the rhythm of the contact between the leather shoes and the wooden stairs.

“I know! You’ll do that!” Klein shouted again in a tone of feigned conviction, trying to act like a normal person that was in danger.

The sound of footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared into the bottom floor of the apartnt.

Klein snorted and laughed, “Isn’t that response too fake? Their acting skills are not up to standard!”

He did not run after them. Instead, he turned back to the room and closed the door behind him.

In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed what they called back in Foodaholic Empire, China—restlessness, nervousness, agitation, inadvertence and murmuring words that he did not understand. He did not slack just because there was no one around.

This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! He laughed at himself in his heart.

When the sun moved to the west, the clouds on the horizon appeared to be reddish-orange. Tenants in the apartnt ca ho one after another; Klein shifted his focus elsewhere.

“lissa is almost done with school...” He looked at the stove, lifted the kettle, peeled off the coal and took out the revolver.

Without pause or delay, he reached to the back of the board under the double-decked bed where more than ten wooden strips were staggered out.

After clipping the left wheel between a piece of wooden strip and board, Klein straightened up and waited uneasily, fearing that the police would burst open the door and rush into the room with guns in their hands.

If it was an Age of Steam, he was certain he would not be seen by anyone when he did that. However, there were extraordinary powers here, ones that he had proven through his own experiences.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movent at the door. There was only the chatter between two tenants who were heading for the Heart of the Wild Bar on Iron Cross Street.

“Phew.” Klein exhaled, feeling assured.

All he needed to do was wait for lissa’s return and cook the stewed mutton with tender peas!

When the idea ca to Klein’s mind, his mouth seed to taste the rich flavor of the gravy; he rembered how lissa cooked stewed mutton with tender peas.

First, she boiled the water and stir-fried the at. Then, she added onions, salt, a little pepper, and water. After a specific period of ti, the peas and potatoes were added, and the stew was to be cooked for an additional forty or fifty minutes with the lid on.

“It’s indeed a simple and crude way to do it... Supported purely by the flavors of the at itself!” Klein shook his head.

But there was no other way about it. It was hard for commoners to have many kinds of condints and various cooking thods. They could only pursue simple, practical, and economical thods. As long as the at was not burnt or spoiled, anything was good for people who could only eat at once or twice a week.

Klein was not a very good cook himself and ordered takeout food most of the ti. But by cooking three or four tis a week, after many weeks of accumulated practice, he had a passing standard and felt that he would not let the pound of mutton down.

“When lissa cos back to cook it, it will be done after 7:30pm. She would be starving by then... It’s ti for her to see what real cooking is!” Klein made an excuse for himself. First, he started the fire again, went to the bathroom to collect water, and washed the mutton. Then he took out the kitchen boards and knives before chopping the mutton into tiny chunks.

As for the explanation for his sudden culinary skills, he decided to bla it on the dead Welch McGovern, who had not only hired a chef who was good at the Midseashire flavor, but also often created his own delicacies and invited people to try them.

Well, the dead cannot refute !

Nevertheless, tsk, this is a world with Beyonders; the dead are not necessarily unable to speak. With that in mind, Klein was a little guilty conscience.

He threw aside his confused thoughts and put the at into the soup bowl. Then he took out the condint box and added in a spoonful of the crude salt, half of which had begun yellowing. In addition, he cautiously took so black pepper grains from a special small bottle, mixing and marinating them together.

He placed the saucepan on the stove and, while waiting for it to heat up, Klein rummaged for the carrots from yesterday and cut them into pieces with the onions he bought today.

When he was done with his preparations, he took out a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There was not much lard left in it.

Klein took a spoonful, put it in the pan, and lted it. He added in the carrots and onions and stirred it for a while.

As the fragrance began to pervade, Klein poured all the mutton into the pot and fried it with care for a while.

He should have added cooking wine in the process, or red wine at least. However, the Moretti family did not have these luxuries and could only drink a glass of beer a week. Klein had to make do with whatever was available and poured in so boiled water.

After stewing for about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in it, and added a cup of hot water and two spoons of salt.

He closed the lid, lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting for his sister to reach ho.

As seconds turned into minutes, the fragrance in the room intensified. There was the allure from the at, the rich sll of potatoes, and the refreshing scent of onions.

The sll gradually mixed up, and Klein swallowed his saliva from ti to ti, keeping track of the ti with his pocket watch.

After more than forty minutes, so not-so-brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached. A key was inserted, the handle was turned, and the door opened.

Before lissa ca in, she whispered doubtfully, “Slls good...”

With her bag still in her hand, she stepped in and glanced over at the stove.

“You made this?” lissa took off her veil hat and her hand paused mid-air, looking at Klein in astonishnt.

She twitched her nose and inhaled more of the fragrance. Her eyes quickly softened, and she seed to find so confidence.

“You made this?” she asked again.

“Are you afraid I’d waste the mutton?” Klein smiled and returned with a question. Without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, “Don’t worry, I specifically asked Welch to teach how to cook this dish. You know, he has a good cook.”

“First ti?” lissa’s eyebrows creased subconsciously, but they were smoothed by the fragrance.

“It looks like I’m talented.” Klein laughed. “It’s almost done. Put your books and veil hat down sowhere. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands, and then get ready to taste it. I’m very confident about it.”

When she heard her brother’s orderly arrangents and saw his gentle and calm smile, lissa stood rooted at the door and failed to respond in her daze.

“Do you prefer the mutton to be cooked longer?” Klein urged with a laugh.

“Ah, okay, okay!” lissa jolted back to her senses. With handbag and veil in each hand, she rushed into the room quickly.

When the lid of the saucepan was uncovered, a sudden blast of steam appeared before Klein’s eyes. Two pieces of rye bread were already placed to the side of the mutton and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the fragrance and heat to beco soft.

By the ti lissa had packed her items, washed her hands and face, and returned, a plate of stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed on the table. Two pieces of rye bread, colored by a light dip into the gravy, were on their plates.

“Co on, try it.” Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon next to the plate.

lissa was still a little confused. She didn’t refuse; she picked up a potato with her fork, put it into her mouth and bit it lightly.

The taste of the starchy potato and gravy fragrance flooded her mouth. Her saliva secretion went crazy as she gobbled down the potato in a few mouthfuls.

“Try the mutton.” Klein gestured at the plate with his chin.

He had tasted it just now and thought it was barely at a passing standard, but it was enough for a girl who was inexperienced with what the world had to offer. After all, she only ate at occasionally.

lissa’s eyes were filled with anticipation as she carefully forked so mutton.

It was very tender and, as soon as it entered the mouth, nearly lted. The fragrance of the at exploded in her mouth, filling it with delicious at juices.

It was an unprecedented feeling and that made lissa unable to stop eating.

By the ti she realized it, she had already eaten several pieces of the mutton.

“I... I... Klein, this was supposed to be prepared for you...” lissa blushed and stamred.

“I’d nibbled so of the food just now. It’s the privilege of being a cook.” Klein smiled and soothed her sister. He picked up his fork and spoon. At tis, he would eat a piece of at and sotis, he would stuff his mouth full of peas. At other tis, he would put down the utensils, break off a piece of rye bread and dip it in gravy.

lissa relaxed and was imrsed in the delicacy again by Klein’s normal behavior.

“It’s really delicious. It doesn’t seem like you were doing it for the first ti.” lissa looked at the empty dish and praised him with all her heart. Even the gravy was finished.

“It’s a long way from Welch’s chef. When I’m rich, I’ll take you and Benson out to the restaurant and have a better al!” Klein said. He was beginning to look forward to it himself.

“Your interview... Burp...” lissa did not finish her words because she suddenly let out a sound of contentnt involuntarily.

She put her hand over her mouth in a hurry and looked embarrassed.

The fault is with the stewed mutton with tender peas just now! It was just too delicious.

Klein laughed secretly and decided not to make fun of his sister. He pointed to the plate and said, “This is your mission.”

“All right!” lissa stood up imdiately, took the basin and rushed out the door.

When she ca back, she opened the cupboard to check the condint box and other items as per normal.

“Did you just use them?” lissa was surprised, and turned to Klein, holding the black pepper bottle and lard can.

Klein shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

“Just a little. It’s the price of a delicacy.”

lissa’s eyes twinkled, her expression changing for a few monts, before she finally said, “Let cook in the future.”

“Um... You have to hurry up and prepare for the interview. You have to think about your job.”