The sunset gradually sets, and two illusory red moons, one large and one small, rise one after another.
From the room on the second floor of Frank's townhouse apartment, wisps of white smoke intertwined with rich aromas could be heard, including the special milky aroma of lamb and the refreshing sweetness of young peas.
Miss is so amazing, her cooking skills have improved so much.
Weinerson looked at the large aluminum pot overflowing with gravy that was placed on the fire. He swallowed from time to time, and his mind kept thinking about Mies' cooking technique just now.
Just simply blanch the water, then add the lamb, salt, a little olive oil and water, and just stew the rest without adding any seasoning?
Of course, as a standard civilian family, it is already a gift to have food to fill your stomach. It is indeed rude to ask for seasonings.
However, Mies used such a simple cooking method to create such a rich meat flavor. Apart from the delicious meat itself, the rest is only about the cooking techniques?
Accurately control the heat, skillfully handle the ingredients, and the order?
While his thoughts were swirling, Weinerson couldn't help but shook his head. Ordinary people didn't have the extraordinary ability to make lamb delicious enough.
The scent quickly blended into one mass and enveloped the entire room.
The three brothers were busy, and about ten minutes passed. Just when Mies was putting the rye bread, mashed potatoes and other things on the aluminum drawer and preparing to heat them with the heat of the lamb, there was a sound outside the door that was not brisk but loud. Rhythmic footsteps.
It's Erin who's back.
Without thinking, the image of the owner of the footsteps appeared in Weinerson's mind. It was Irene, who was wearing a white silk dress and had waterfall-like brown hair.
"Click..."
The key was inserted into the door, and the sound of turning the handle came from outside the door.
“The cake smells so delicious...”
Erin held the bag in one hand and gently pushed the door open with the other hand. She stepped in, whispering in confusion while scanning the room, looking for the source of the scent, until she saw the aluminum pot placed on the stove. , and the three busy figures next to him.
"Mies, Gropius, and Weinerson, did you...did this?"
Erin's movement of holding the handbag paused in mid-air, and her eyes looked at her three younger brothers with surprise.
"Don't worry Erin, we didn't waste the lamb, and Mies put some salt this time."
Weinerson stepped forward and took the bag from Irene's hand, and continued with a smile:
"I made the mashed potatoes above. I just put them in. You need to wait for five minutes. Um... do you want them to be softer?"
"Ah, okay, okay!"
Irene came back to her senses, she subconsciously closed her eyes slightly, twitched her pretty little nose, and after inhaling more of the milky aroma of lamb meat and the mellow aroma of mashed potatoes, the expression on her face changed from dazed to dull. soft.
"Mies, Weinerson, when did you learn to cook? It looks good and the smell is very tempting."
"It's nothing. I secretly learned the cooking skills of the chef at the Tyrannosaurus Bar in the dock area before. You know, the chef there has a very good cooking technique."
"Yes, Miss's cooking skills have indeed become much better now. This is still different from before when she didn't add salt."
Gropius was sitting on a stool nearby, blowing hard on the red coals of the stove. He was still good at sarcastic and cold humor, and would always inadvertently pop up a few words that could end the topic.
After hearing what Mies and Gropius said, Irene nodded half confused and half enlightened, and then turned her eyes to her youngest brother, frowning unconsciously.
"Weinason, don't touch the knife next time. It's very dangerous. Besides, you have an exam soon, so you can't let your hand get hurt."
"take an exam?"
Mies and Gropius looked at each other, and their expressions immediately became serious.
When they turned their heads to look at Weinerson and saw his slightly clumsy blinking action, the two of them were stunned, but they quickly reacted and the three of them looked at each other and smiled.
It seems that Weinerson hasn't told Eileen that he has been admitted to the university in advance.
But time flies so fast. The younger brother who used to follow Miss and me, clamoring to work together at the port of Pulitzer, is now a college student.
Gropius slightly raised the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and then asked Weinerson:
"Let's talk about it while preparing dinner?"
At this time, Miss also cast a questioning look. Although she didn't say anything, it was not difficult to see from her expression that she was equally curious.
"Yes, this is a surprise. It is an early New Year's gift for my dear sister and two brothers."
"I like this New Year's gift." Miss nodded gently.
"My early New Year's gift, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Erin didn't know what to do for a moment. She felt that as a sister, she couldn't say that she could give her brother everything he wanted, but she definitely gave her brother enough love and care.
But today they felt very abnormal, and even their words became quite strange.
As her thoughts raced, Erin was about to take off the citrine pendant from her wrist. She was about to try divination, ask the God of Sleep and Crimson she believed in, and ask if something was wrong with her brothers.
"hiss......"
Weinerson suddenly took a breath of cold air.
He was really afraid that Irene would use immature occult science for divination, after all, the memories of his childhood were still fresh.
"Erin, we're normal."
At this time, Mies also saw Irene taking off the citrine. He suddenly came back to his senses and quickly stopped it.
For this sister who is almost crazy about pursuing mysticism, she has been used as a test subject in rituals since she was a child. Of course, the results every time are not very good.
Gropius couldn't find a good expression for a moment. He could only point to the aluminum pot and guide the topic back on track:
"Mies is right, Eileen, what you need to do now is to put away the citrine pendant, go to the bathroom to wash your hands, and then wait for a sumptuous dinner. We are very confident."
In the process, whether it was Mies with a carefree personality, Gropius who was good at sarcastic jokes, or Weinerson, they all stopped Irene from taking off the citrine and used a wonderful dinner as a reward. A shield.
Seeing her brothers' arrangement in an orderly manner and the unnatural "gentle smiles" on their faces, Irene's eyes became a little blurry for a moment.
"Okay, are we waiting for you?" Weinerson gently urged with a smile.
At this time, Gropius opened the lid of the lamb stew pot and let white mist emerge from the aluminum pot, covering the brown bread, mashed potatoes and other foods on the top layer of the aluminum drawer, so that it could be breathed. The staple dish full of lamb flavor becomes softer.
"I'm going to the bathroom now."
Looking at the tender peas and lamb stewed with an alluring aroma, Irene swallowed, raised her hand and took off the old gauze hat on her head, turned around and walked quickly to the public washroom.
"Weinason, tell Eileen later that you have been admitted to the university early. What do you think her expression will be?"
"Based on what I know about Eileen, she will definitely bring this good news to the Picasso Cemetery before the New Year's grave sweeping. This is her long-cherished wish."
Mies was quite emotional. As the second eldest son of the family, he was both a younger brother and an older brother. He knew very well how much his sister valued Weinerson.
Visit Picasso’s grave at the Cemetery?
After hearing what Mies said, Weinerson's expression became slightly strange and he muttered:
"Father Jason?"
"That's right!"
Miss suddenly sighed and said:
"And our mother, Alice Lolotta. Unfortunately, their lives were forever fixed in that extraordinary event three years ago..."
