Chapter 19

The next morning, the sky was still extremely gloomy, as if the scorching sun last month was just a dream.

A cool breeze blew through the hall, bringing with it the peculiar damp feeling before the rainy season.

Lin Weilun put on a new shirt with silver buttons on the cuffs, polished his soft leather shoes to a shine, and his trouser legs were crisp and stylish.

Outside the window, the people he'd hired were tilling the soil and planting seeds according to a list. August was a good time to start a garden. He preferred a thriving private garden to buying everything from a department store.

The gardener would only stop from time to time to wipe his sweat and quietly look towards the open window.

Their employer seemed to be eating, and the air was almost filled with the rich aroma of milk.

The taste was like returning to the mother's arms, and the gardeners' stomachs seemed to have been completely digested with the barley bread they had just stuffed into their stomachs, making a gurgling sound.

Lin Weilun didn't pay attention to the gardeners' thoughts. He just focused on adding cold cream to the coffee and bringing the hot stew to the table.

Breakfast is a ham sandwich with chestnut puree and baked pumpkin. The chestnuts are stewed in milk into a soft paste, spread evenly on the hot roasted pumpkin and potatoes, poured with onion hot oil and coarse salt, and finally covered with a thick layer of Gruyère cheese shreds.

Swiss cheese has a distinctive nutty aroma, far richer than British cheese, and a warmer white color. One bite is like soft sand soaked in milk, soft and slightly glutinous, steaming hot, instantly dispelling the morning chill and warming the stomach.

Not to mention the lingering sweetness, which is the unique sweetness of pumpkin and the unique fragrance of chestnut.

Lin Weilun squinted his eyes comfortably, and at this moment there was a sudden knock on the door, and the person who came was an unexpected face.

"I hope I didn't disturb your meal," the fat chef put a bottle of punch on the table. He coughed twice, his eyes darting around the table. "I just came to thank you for sharing your roast suckling pig with me. The taste inspired me to update the tavern's menu, which will be available soon. I believe I can achieve another success from this."

Lin Weilun glanced at him. The Fox and Hounds Tavern was not far from his home, and he could always see or hear new things happening there.

For example, a wild-shaped grill was built at the entrance of the tavern. The long iron grill was made to rotate, and there was a mountain of charcoal piled underneath. Everything was exactly the same as what Lin Weilun made himself.

For example, there is an extra-large cutting board next to the grill, surrounded by a circle of fresh spices and iron buckets for making sauces.

The fat chef is moving the kitchen into broad daylight, including the sauce-making section.

But people are not buying it, and the impact of the last sick chicken incident still remains.

However, Lin Weilun believes that once the barbecue is actually placed outside and the smell of the sauce spreads, someone will definitely be unable to resist.

If there is one, there will be a second one.

Smart guy, enough to save the business with £100.

"Your thank you fee has already been paid," Lin Weilun ignored the look in his eyes that was about to glance at the stew pot in a few seconds, "Why are you still looking for me?"

Lundin swallowed hard and forced himself to look serious. "I just heard something in the tavern. There were two people..."

He briefly described the facts, and the sincerity in his eyes was clear.

This is really...

Lin Wei looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the fat chef was serious.

"You must have a way, right?" Seeing the other party remain silent, Lundin became a little anxious. "The title of Earl is very useful, but it can also plunge people into the abyss. You must make plans early - like cooking a meal for Philip or something?"

"I never cook for people for no reason unless they pay me enough." Lin Weilun said as he raised his hand and took a clean plate and placed it in front of Lundin. He scooped a large spoonful of baked pumpkin for him and poured him a cup of coffee.

At the fat chef's surprised and stunned gaze, the young veterinarian blinked, "For example, now. Want to try it? I suggest you try adding cold cream to your coffee. Of course, milk is also good, but fresh cold cream will make the taste more mellow."

Lundin was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he had paid. Then he no longer cared about those two idiots. His Adam's apple kept rolling, and he quickly picked up the coffee cup.

The bitter yet rich taste filled his mouth immediately, and the granular feeling dancing on the tip of his tongue made him feel as if he was standing directly on the streets of London, watching gentlemen wearing colorful socks whispering about the contents of the newspaper, their raised pipes reflecting the starlight through the glass windows.

It was the smell of a galloping carriage and a forest covered with hazelnuts.

The next bite of baked pumpkin immediately brought Lundin to his grandmother's vegetable garden. The warm yellow sunlight made him feel warm. His grandmother casually stuffed peeled chestnuts into his mouth and then watched him steal cheese with a smile.

After two meals, Lundin's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

He directly faced the gap between people, and the last bit of jealousy in his heart disappeared without a trace, leaving only pure yearning and admiration.

This made him more determined - he must, must, and give up everything to hold on to this golden thigh!

"I have one more thing..." Lundin said cautiously, "I saw the new sign hanging in front of Ferry's clinic, the one you and the Count collaborated on... I was wondering... if I could also hang one in front of my tavern... uh... using your name..."

Lin Weilun raised his eyebrows in surprise, "My name?"

"Yes," Lundin explained after swallowing a mouthful of chestnuts. "Your name has spread throughout this town, from Ferry to the Ministry of Agriculture to Philip. Your skills are unquestionable. Everyone has copied your phone number in a notebook, and everyone talks about how trustworthy you are. So I want to use your name as a sign, 'Every piece of meat is personally inspected by Willenlingert'. That way, customers will no longer question the quality of my tavern."

Lin Weilun was really surprised this time. He could now understand how Lundin had worked hard to build the best tavern in the town. Although it was only in the past, he believed that it would happen again in the future.

but.

"Sorry," Lin Weilun leaned back and refused without hesitation, "I won't guarantee anyone."

Lundin was anxious. "I'll give you 10% of the tavern's profits. Oh no, 20%! And I promise that every butcher who comes in will be designated by you! We can sign an agreement and have it notarized by the Ministry of Agriculture! If I don't fulfill my promise, you can always publish an article in the newspaper to denounce me for breach of contract!"

There was a long silence at the table.

After a long while, the young veterinarian slowly spoke, "I don't understand. You've already given me enough. Is the profit from Denham Town really worth your continued efforts?"

Lundin gave a wry smile. This guy before him was truly a freak… Not only were his veterinary skills impeccable, his cooking was divine, and now even his sense of smell was so sharp…

"The Autumn Banquet at the Earl's estate is coming soon." The fat chef composed himself, took another sip of coffee, and then explained, "You must be aware that although the Earl lives here, his influence is not that evident. The week-long Autumn Banquet will attract countless high-class people, not only from London and Manchester, but also from Paris, New York, and Munich. It's a grand feast, but they won't stay in the estate. They'll be attracted by anything that evokes prestige."

So that's how it is.

Lin Weilun stroked the coffee cup. One would never have guessed that this guy had such big ambitions.

"30%." He held up three fingers. "I'll give you the sauce ingredients for the roast suckling pig, but it's just a list. As for the specific spices and their proportions, you'll have to experiment on your own. Also, we have to sign a specific agreement. Aside from pork, I'll be involved in all meat purchase orders for your tavern to clarify the sources."

"What?!" Lundin jumped up from his chair. Because he was so excited, the chair turned half a circle behind him and then fell to the ground with a bang.

The sound startled the gardeners outside, and they looked into the house curiously.

"It's okay, it's okay. I wasn't careful." Lundin waved his hands hurriedly, and after comforting them, he picked up the chair and sat down.

His round face was flushed and his eyes turned the color of the sun because of excitement.

The ingredients list! Lingert was actually willing to tell him the ingredients list! This was a gift from heaven!

Even if he didn't know the exact proportions, what did it matter? Once he tasted it, he'd never forget the flavor. With just a few tweaks, he could focus on more than just the pork; he could completely revitalize the entire menu!

What about fried chicken with herbs? I can just sign the divorce papers and throw it in the trash forever!

"I do!" Lundin exclaimed. "I'll bring the agreement this afternoon!"

"Don't worry," Lin Weilun added a little more sugar to himself, "I'm going to the manor. Come find me tomorrow morning."

And I can get a free breakfast? Oh my God! Lingert is simply the most generous person in the world!

Lundin swallowed hard and said, "I will be there on time!"

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The busy earl went hunting again.

It is hard to imagine that Philip, who has a mountain of wealth, is willing to devote most of his time to the forest.

"This is the Earl's greatest hobby," the old butler said with a smile as he placed the employment agreement on the table, "besides horse racing, of course."

After confirming that the agreement was correct, Lin Weilun quickly signed his name.

To show his appreciation, the Earl paid the first two months' salary in advance.

After becoming a regular veterinarian at Ferry's Clinic and splitting his business with the Fox and Hounds pub, he now has a third part-time job.

The wallet is filling up at a rapid pace.

This made Lin Weilun's steps lighter.

"We have plenty of meat on the estate. Not only does a specialized butcher deliver freshly slaughtered meat every day, but we also have game temporarily raised in the barn." The old housekeeper led his men to a large barn and said, "These will all become your 'customers' in the future. You just need to ensure that every animal is healthy enough to be served on the table."

"But please note that the game must be alive before the banquet. After all, if it's dead, it won't taste fresh. When you finish your work here, someone will take you to inspect the meat prepared by the kitchen today. After all the diagnoses are completed, you can leave at any time."

"Of course," the old butler said modestly, his smile bringing warmth to everyone. "If you have any other needs, you can always ask them to come to me."

Two male servants assisted the veterinarian, one of whom tied a foxhound on a leash to the barn door to keep an eye on the animals inside.

Lin Weilun glanced at the lying dog, took the key and opened the barn door.

Under the dark eaves, countless pairs of eyes instantly stared at the outsider.

"This is truly..." He looked around, a rare expression of amazement, "It's truly spectacular."

On the left hand side is a row of specially made wooden cages, with seven or eight long-legged rails lying limply inside. The hare's home is next to the chickens, and further in are gray partridges and red-legged partridges with broken legs.

A fat tit like a period hung upside down above his head, two grey geese had begun to roll their eyes due to congestion in their heads, and plover eggs were neatly placed in a basket in mid-air.

In the corner, a majestic deer was tied up, and wild pigeons were strung together like a gourd on the ground.

Philip did not use the popular double-barreled hunting rifle, but chose bows and arrows and traps, which indeed greatly ensured his survival rate.

But at the same time, it also makes these animals become extremely alert and manic.

The moment Lin Weilun stepped into the barn, the stag growled, the gray geese flapped their wings, and even the hares showed their fangs.

The young veterinarian simply put down the suitcase gently, with unstoppable excitement in his eyes.

"Relax, babies," he stepped forward, "I'm quick."