"Behrens? I seem to know this person."
Weinerson took another sip of black ginger beer and frowned slightly. This special throat-burning smell was a little too early for him.
"I've met him at the meat market in the commodity area before. He sold fish across from Uncle Coatman's butcher shop. It was salmon. I don't know how expensive it was. Maybe Uncle Coatman would know. "
"A butcher who sells beef and mutton, and a fisherman who sells salmon? Will the two of them fight over business?"
Gropius said with a mocking tone.
Erin looked at the golden, soft and glutinous mashed potatoes. She took a spoonful of it with a spoon and brought it close to her nose. She felt the aroma of potatoes mixed with mutton oil enter her throat from the tip of her nose, slide down her esophagus, and flow into her stomach. department.
"They probably won't fight over business. Old Behrens is still quite a mysterious person."
Miss forked a piece of mutton cake and put it in her mouth to chew, "I have bought fish from him before, and he sold it not too expensive. He only charged me 4 pence."
Is 4p on fish not expensive?
After listening to Mies's story, Weinerson suddenly had a lot of thoughts. After all, in this era, 4 pence was enough for a family of five in the slum to survive for a day.
"Is it the fish we ate for New Year's Eve last year?" Irene asked immediately with a twirl of eyebrows.
"Yes, that fish is worth at least 8p or more."
I always feel that Miss has become rich. Is it my imagination, or did I pick up money on the way back today?
Weinerson silently complained about Mies. He picked up a piece of soft black bread stained with some gravy from next to the plate of tender peas and lamb stew, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.
The black bread mixed with various flavors obviously no longer had the chewy texture that was difficult to swallow before. His mouth was now filled with the richness of lamb and the sweetness of peas.
"Here, have a taste." Weinerson swallowed the bread in his mouth, then pointed to the remaining black bread piled next to the lamb, and said to Irene and Gropius.
“It tastes pretty good.”
While Gropius broke off a piece with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, Irene politely picked up the fork, forked a piece lightly, brought it to her mouth, and took a bite.
The black bread soaked up the soup and was so soft that it was like an egg cake. The rich aroma of meat spread from the inside, making her saliva secrete wildly. She finished the piece of black bread in a few seconds.
"You can also try the young peas again, especially Eileen, they should like it."
Mies smiled and pointed at the green peas on the plate with her wine glass.
He has tasted it just now. For a family that lacks seasonings, a little cooking technique is enough!
There was a look of expectation in Irene's eyes, and she carefully dug some out with a spoon, and then put it into her red mouth.
The originally crisp and tender peas were now stewed to a pulp, and they felt like they were exploding as soon as they entered the mouth. This was a special taste, an unprecedented wonderful feeling, which made Irene's movements of scooping the peas into her mouth completely impossible. can not stop.
"Irene is completely ignoring her image, or are young peas really so delicious?"
Weinerson also took a spoonful of it with some confusion, and was stunned as soon as he put it in his mouth.
ice cream?
Yes, it tastes a lot like vanilla ice cream.
Weinerson dug out another spoonful and put it into his mouth in surprise. He looked up at Mies with some doubts, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.
The pea tastes like ice cream. Isn't this a bit ridiculous?
Looking at her brother's scrutinizing gaze, Mies smiled slightly and said:
"You just need to control the heat."
Do you think I believe it or not? As the number one foodie in China in my previous life, how could I not taste the difference between peas and vanilla ice cream?
"Weinason, should you announce that? You are the protagonist of today's dinner."
Gropius coughed slightly on the side and turned to look at Irene, "Irene has put in a lot of hard work for this in the past two years."
"Ah, I...me?"
By the time Irene came back to her senses, several spoonfuls of the tender peas on the plate had been eaten. She didn't think much about Gropius's words. She simply realized that she had eaten more than half of it. Her pretty face suddenly turned red and her words were a little hesitant. Stuttering.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment."
"It's okay Erin, I just have something to announce."
Weinerson smiled and comforted his sister, while picking up the cup with black ginger beer:
"I have been admitted to the university in advance, St. Honavitch University!"
"ah....."
Irene was stunned subconsciously. After about three seconds, she hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth. She didn't know what to say for a moment and could only let the uncontrollable white mist fill her eyes.
"It's a good thing that Weinerson was admitted to the university. Erin, come, let's drink to him."
Mies and Gropius stood up at the same time and raised their glasses.
"Yeah, that's right, I...I mean, it's awesome, it's like a dream."
Erin wiped the corners of her eyes, picked up the juice and stood up together:
"Cheers to Wienerson, cheers to the future master of painting..."
...
After this meal, the four siblings all had bloated stomachs and couldn't get up from their chairs for a long time.
Weinerson used his ability as a repeater. He recounted his encounter with Joseph Paxton in the morning and the early admission notice. Of course, he concealed the most important part here, becoming a priest!
"Let us praise Crimson again!"
Miss picked up the only sip of black ginger beer left and said with a hint of longing and confusion:
"The romantic and beautiful life of the university is about to begin, um... Mink Street, Weinerson should be the second college student to come out of this ancient street, right?"
"Praise to Crimson!" Gropius also drank the last of the black ginger wine.
"Yes, and I heard that the first college student was our old landlord, Mr. Frank."
Erin turned her head and looked at her three younger brothers with a rosy face.
"Praise Scarlet! This is the good news I am going to say next. When I came back this evening, I met Mr. Frank downstairs in the apartment. Next to him stood a handsome gentleman with gray-blue eyes. At that time Mr. Frank stopped me and seemed to be considering giving us a rent reduction or a replacement house."
Seeing this, Miss smiled and said with a hint of drunkenness:
"Hey, isn't Mr. Frank too generous?"
“It’s rare to find such a generous landlord in this day and age. Praise be to Mr. Frank.”
"I heard that the townhouse landlords over in Plymouth Harbor are so stingy that they're like short-haired prairie dogs."
"Hahahaha, maybe not as good as a groundhog."
The four siblings chatted and laughed, digested for a while, and then got up and worked together to clear away the plates and forks. At this time, a grand dinner party had just begun in Hetton Mar...
