Chapter 11
In recent days, Lin Weilun clearly felt that something was wrong with Mr. Ferry.
He often sat alone in the restaurant in silence, lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the lush vegetable garden in the distance.
Alma planted a lot of tulips and lavender on the edge, and when the wind blew, the long stems of the tulips swayed.
The old man didn't even notice the new customer in the warehouse.
He would only put down his work and hang around when Lin Weilun was seeing patients alone, hanging around in the pharmacy and the tool warehouse.
At first, Lin Weilun thought that the gentleman was making sure that he would not make any mistakes that would harm the customers.
However, he soon discovered that this was not the case.
For example, the pit bull lying on the operating table now.
The poor hunting dog encountered a porcupine while hunting with his owner.
The owner failed to stop the dog in time, and a fierce fight broke out between the stupid dog and the porcupine.
Ending: Bit was defeated miserably and his face was pierced by the porcupine's sharp quills.
These spikes are long and sharp, and some even get stuck in the mouth and down the throat. The veterinarian must remove each one accurately, otherwise the pit bull will die from infection.
Lin Weilun came to the pharmacy to prepare anti-inflammatory drugs and anesthetics. Old Ferry stood beside him and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but saying nothing.
He followed the new veterinarian back to the operating table like a ghost.
"How about you come with me?" Lin Weilun put on his gloves and handed over a pair of surgical forceps. "If we work together, it will be much faster."
"This is your customer," Ferry said after a moment of stiffness, "come here."
So Lin Weilun came by himself.
He stunned the dog, carefully clamped the sharp thorn, and quickly pulled it out in the opposite direction of its insertion.
Direction is very important. If the direction is wrong, the barbs on the porcupine quills will pull off a piece of flesh, and the customer will be close to death.
Countless thorns covered Bit's face and mouth, his gums, the root of his tongue, his upper palate and deep in his nasal cavity. Lin Weilun worked on it for more than two hours.
What made him unhappy was that old Ferry really forced him to look at him for more than two hours.
This includes post-thorn removal inspection, stitching, applying anti-inflammatory drugs, and communication with the owner.
Old Ferry couldn't help but snort loudly when he sold two boxes of expensive medicine with his eloquence.
"I'm also generating revenue for the clinic," Lin Weilun handed the money to the housekeeper. "Didn't you see? That man's belt is made of bear skin, and even his boots are inlaid with gems. Not to mention, I helped him sew the wound on Bit's mouth into a bow. That was extra money."
"Price!" The old man suddenly felt sore, and his anger soared to the sky. "You young guys only know money! Besides money, what else do you know?!"
The old man rushed out, his chest felt as if it was tightly wrapped in a wet towel, making it difficult for him to breathe.
To calm down, he chose to stay in the animal shelter warehouse for a while. The animals there were the love of his life and they helped him soothe his mood.
Then he saw the new cub.
A white ball, lying on the ground, arching its back to suck milk.
"You shouldn't say that about him," Alma's voice echoed from behind. "You should see how kind Velen is. He made this 'external feeding bottle' himself. It simulates a mother's breast very well, so the piglets won't starve to death from lack of food, especially when their owners have already given up on them."
Ferry was stunned, his expression changing unpredictably, and finally stopped at the stage called "awkward".
He silently looked away, then back again after a few seconds.
“…The child didn’t tell me.”
"Because it doesn't make money." Alma glanced at him. "Lingert didn't ask the owner for money. He just tried his best to keep it alive a little longer. It was much weaker than the other cubs from the moment it was born. He was just afraid of your blame."
The old man panted with his hands behind his back, his face turning pale and blue where the housekeeper couldn't see. "I... I just don't want him to put profit first! These young people are always easily blinded by a little bit of profit! People who put profit first can't do this job!"
Alma sighed, put away her aggressive accusations, and stood next to her old employer. "Didn't you enjoy your trip to London?"
Ferry turned his head away. "You know, that guy has been acting strangely since he entered Oxford! It's like his soul has been taken over by some evil spirit! Not to mention the changes he's experienced since graduating and moving to London!"
Alma raised her hand and gently placed it on the old man's shoulder. "Don't be like this, sir. It's not a bad thing to have ambition. Besides, he is your only son. In a place like London, it must have been very difficult for him to get to where he is now."
The animal home fell into complete silence, with only the sound of "puff puff" of drinking milk remaining.
Lin Weilun fed the piglets goat milk six times a day, and the milk given by Lame Kun had already shone.
A kid with heart failure can eat so much? He was bewildered.
However, thanks to its bottomless belly, the piglet grew fat like a balloon in five days.
Its skin has become whiter, and its new body is as tender as tofu. When you touch it, you can feel the softness sliding in your palm.
It’s just that the unhealthy heart makes it difficult for the piglets to move, and they can’t do anything except eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping.
After five days, Lin Weilun added honey to the goat's milk. He also used milk mixed with water to scrub the piglets' bodies, nourishing them from the inside out and making their hooves slippery.
When you get close to it, you can smell a sweet fragrance.
It will be ready soon.
Lin Weilun wiped his hands and covered the piglet with a handkerchief.
The imported meat at the market made him feel sick. Since he traveled through time, he had never cooked a piece of real meat himself except for chicken and fish.
This will be his "starting point" and it must be exciting enough.
For this, he prepared a lot. After all, he had much more patience with food than with ladies.
The first thing I did was to build a barbecue grill at home. At the bottom was a metal plate I found at a second-hand store to hold the coals.
On top is a long, rotating iron stick with a small thin plate in the middle to control the temperature of the fire.
The little guy with thin skin and tender flesh cannot withstand the overly intense flames.
During this period, the piglet's owner, Lame Kun, came twice occasionally.
"I have to see if anyone wants to buy piglets," the farmer said, his boots still stained with dried yellow mud. The bustling town made him a little nervous. "There are buyers from several towns staying at the hotel. I hope good luck will be with them."
Lin Weilun shared with him how much goat milk the piglets drank, "but the situation is still very bad."
Kun nodded repeatedly. "I understand, sir. If it can't be saved, just bury it. You're just wasting your money."
He emphasized the word "your".
Lin Weilun just smiled and said it was okay.
He wasn't doing it for the money anyway.
The farmer wiped the sweat off his face and had to limp away. He couldn't walk too fast, so he had to hurry.
Two markets turned him down, and he had to run to as many places as possible before the last bus stopped.
There seems to be a very famous pub in front?
"What?" The fat chef waved his hand impatiently in the empty tavern. "If you're thirsty, you can go to the bar and pour yourself some water! But no, no! We don't need your pork at all! No matter how delicious it is!"
Lin Weilun didn't care much about these things. He prepared for his feast step by step.
The most suitable weight for eating a suckling pig is 5-7 pounds (about 4.5-8 kilograms), and a normal piglet can grow to this weight in 1 week.
However, it takes longer for little ones with heart problems.
But one day.
"What's wrong with the little guy?" Alma saw Lin Weilun put thick cushions and hay on the bottom of the basket and walked towards the animal house outside the house.
Thinking of something, she couldn't help but choke on her words, "Oh my God, no way?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Lin Weilun lowered his eyes, "but I'm afraid it won't last much longer."
It's already a full 6 pounds (about 6.6 kilograms) and is at its best taste.
Alma clutched her chest. "Oh my God, poor child. Do you need me to stay with you?"
"No, thank you." Lin Weilun smiled, which made the housekeeper feel distressed again.
"I want to do it myself."
The cub was taken away, and before the scent of milk had dissipated from the cage, it was carried into the basket to its new place of rebirth.
Lin Weilun took out everything he had prepared during this period from the cellar: a handful of fresh sage and hyssop, hazelnuts, walnuts, juniper berries, as well as freshly picked tomatoes, apples and pears from Alma's vegetable garden, and finally a bottle of Worcestershire sauce, a specialty of England.
When roasting suckling pig, seasoning is the most important thing.
Lin Weilun made a pot of tomato sauce, and put it into water with chopped green onion, ginger, garlic, spicy soy sauce, pepper, salt, apples, pears, and yellow mustard powder and simmered it together.
The low temperature allows all the spices to fully blend. This process is long but also extremely exciting. Even the piglets who are not feeling well can't help but stand up from the basket.
Lin Weilun patted its head and said, "Don't worry."
Of course, this is just the preliminary preparation. The barbecue sauce must be cooled for at least 40 minutes before it can be applied.
So before that, I still have to eat something else to fill my stomach.
Today's dinner comes from the shallow sea. Although it is not very fresh, frozen crab meat can still be cooked into a rich and delicious dish as long as it is paired with fresh grapes and asparagus.
Lin Weilun skillfully covered the tray with dough to make the base of the pie, and then spread fresh cream and artichoke powder on it.
Grate the ginger and mix it with the crab meat, nutmeg, and cinnamon. Season with salt, pepper, orange juice, and red wine.
In fact, white wine tastes better, but it is really expensive. The wine shop owner who had been fooled by him refused to sell the sample bottle, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
Finally, top it with fresh asparagus, sprinkle a thick layer of cheese, and stuff it into a newly purchased second-hand oven.
When the first wisp of fragrance rushed out of the hut accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, the fat chef who had been squatting not far away stood up instantly.
"Here it comes! This smell... there's no mistaking it!" Lundin's red eyes were like a hungry wolf. He avoided the crowd and quietly approached the wall.
“Here…? Who lives here…?”
After the sick chicken incident, the Fox Tavern, which stood at the center of the storm, was the first to be hit.
People were still worried about the health issues of meat quality, and no one wanted to become a trash can again, so what was once the most popular pub in Denham became deserted after one night.
What's more, the earl's refusal was also reported, which became the last straw that broke the fox's back.
Corentin was unwilling to give up.
This was the tavern he had built with countless efforts, his only property. He had to do something to save the dying fox, and himself.
It didn't matter now that he couldn't go to London, he couldn't throw away the guy who fed him.
At first, the fragrance was very light and faint, but as time went by, the scent became stronger. A group of children stood in a row in the alley, sniffing deeply and trying hard.
People passing by slowed down their pace and subconsciously turned their heads to look around. The windows of the ivy-covered veterinary clinic were opened as wide as possible, and a flash of white hair passed by the window.
As the smell spread more and more abundantly, the whole alley seemed to be pressed into slow motion.
Lundin almost closed his eyes and indulged in it, but the last bit of reason and greed pulled him back to the source.
The open green windows were narrow and old, and there was no garden in the overgrown weeds, only a shabby house that could not be any smaller.
A familiar figure in the house was preparing vegetables: fine carrots, zucchini, rutabagas, and cabbage, pickled in maple syrup and parsley, sprinkled with a handful of alfalfa flowers, and roasted in olive oil.
The man didn't even wear an apron, but his long and flexible fingers kept jumping among the ingredients without any hindrance or interference, as if he had repeated it thousands of times.
It's like a work of art being born, its waves of fragrance drowning you in it, like being in a field breezing through the air. Except, there are desks scattered across the field. Some are teachers, while others realize they've become frogs in a well.
Lundin was speechless and covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound.
It turned out to be him… How could it be him…!
A vet? Cooking?!
Well, it's no big deal for a veterinarian to cook... Corentin never knew alfalfa flowers would be the finishing touch to hot roasted vegetables, and it turns out that more spices are not always better when it comes to seasoning.
And what's the filling in that pie? Fish or crab? How can it have such a rich flavor?!
——A veterinarian’s cooking skills are actually ten thousand times better than those of a professional chef like me!
Lundin was stunned and shocked, as if he had been punched by someone. How the hell was this possible?!
However, what shocked him even more was yet to come.
After finishing his meal, the young veterinarian did not rush to clean up. Instead, he stood up, picked up the basket in the corner, and returned to the small sink.
Lundin saw the man rinse the white mass under the tap.
The hooves kicked wildly, and then were soothed by soft whispers.
It turned out to be a suckling pig.
Lundin wiped his sweat off his face, thinking, "What a veterinarian! He's incredibly kind. He even brought a client to the kitchen to take a shower… Huh? Wait a minute."
Lingert turned his back to him, placed the washed piglet flat in a clean basin of water, and clamped the piglet's lower neck with his long fingers like iron clamps.
Then, he raised the knife with his other hand and stabbed it in an instant.
The whole process was as fast as a dream.
Lundin's mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape.
Oh my god!!
There's a fucking devil here!!
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