Chapter 25
Philip didn't know what he had done, how he had picked up the knife and fork, how he had picked up the wine glass -
The warm oaky aroma of the gold rum and the melted soft salty cheese smooth out the heaviness and sweetness of the cheese and potato dumplings.
The veal is wrapped in layers of delicateness, as if peeling off the golden coat of chocolate, and your lips and teeth linger on the tough granular texture.
He seemed to have his soul taken away by a witch. He threw all the gentlemanly decency and aristocratic courtesy out of his mind. He only knew how to stuff his mouth with dumplings, swan eggs, and sweet and spicy nutty sauce.
His actions started a war at the dinner table.
In less than half an hour, the table was empty.
You know, for the sake of the £60 price tag, Lin Weilun had prepared extra food. The pizzas alone filled three large plates, not to mention the chili sauce, which practically filled a whole bowl.
After we had eaten and drunk our fill, he generously offered us a pot of iced black tea.
"It's more delicious than what I usually drink," Philip said, sitting up in amazement. "What did you add to it?"
"Lavender and jasmine." Lin Weilun glanced out the window. The clouds seemed to be even thicker, and the rain was not letting up at all.
"Who are you?" Jana asked from the other side of the table, only to realize that this was very rude.
She adjusted her posture, her tone softening amidst the floral fragrance. "I mean...what's your name? Which restaurant's chef are you? You shouldn't be here. You should go to London. Believe me, several royal hotels will fight over you."
"Chef? No, I'm not a chef." Lin Weilun sat calmly, a smile in his eyes that others couldn't understand. "I'm a veterinarian, the veterinarian at this clinic."
Jana's expression was like seeing a red sheep in a flock of sheep.
"What?" She couldn't even control her voice for a moment. "You're a veterinarian? How can you be a veterinarian?"
"Yes," Philip swallowed a big mouthful of black tea, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, "You shouldn't be a veterinarian. You should go to the Royal Oak Hotel in London, pull their chef out from under his white hat, and tell him that you don't deserve to be here. Or," the earl said jokingly, lowering his voice, "you can also stand in my manor."
Jana glared at him in a teasing manner, and Philip had not forgotten her ridicule.
But... Jana covered her mouth. She had indeed made a big mistake. Such a delicious meal, a meal that could only be tasted in the Kingdom of God, could not be compared to it even if she climbed a hundred steps of a Royal Oak.
"Your estate has nothing but those beautiful horses," Jana raised her chin slightly. "Do you think you can retain such an incomparable gentleman with those wonderful maids? You should come to London with me, Mr. Lingate. As long as you go, I promise that everything in the world will be at your fingertips."
"Hey! Ladies and gentlemen," Old Ferry stood up and put his hands down. "Please, don't do this. This is Ferry's Clinic. Perhaps I should remind poor 'Old Ferry' that he's still sitting here! Shouldn't you take care of the mental health of the elderly?"
The noble lady pursed her lips, her eyes inadvertently falling on the gray-haired old man.
Just like she had just made a wrong judgment, Mr. Ferry, who could make such a guy stay here willingly, was probably not what she thought.
Is it possible that my stupid sister actually made the right choice?
No, she couldn't jump to conclusions so easily. She needed more time to observe, more—she stared at the plate in front of her—more times.
Just then, there was another knock on the door. Alma went to open it and found the Count's driver standing outside.
The driver nodded to everyone, then walked in quickly and said to the count happily, "Sir, our car——"
The count suddenly frowned and slowly shook his head at an angle where no one could see.
The driver's smile froze, and he opened his mouth. "We, our car..."
The Earl's eyes gradually grew colder.
"Our car..." the driver wiped the water off his face and said tentatively, "Um...it should take a while..."
The smile finally shifted to the Earl's face. "Oh my God, this is terrible news. But it doesn't matter. The weather in England is always so bad. You can take your time to repair it. If you can't fix it, it's okay. My friend is happy to let us stay here."
Lin Weilun: “?”
He looked at the happy Philip, then at Jana, who was silent but eyes full of "you are awesome", and silently rolled his eyes. These guys... can they keep eating for free?
But he didn't have the time to entertain others, and he didn't like anyone else living in his house.
Although he doesn't mind sharing food with others, it doesn't mean that he is willing to be someone's chef again. This is not what he wants.
So before he could finish his next sentence, Lin Weilun stood up first. "Although the guest room upstairs in the clinic is a bit small, it should be fine for one night. I'll be out seeing patients now. Mr. Lundin and I have an appointment. Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen."
When he said this, Philip was stunned for a moment. "What? Are you leaving? But——"
"Bang!"
The door is closed.
Old Ferry and Alma looked at each other and shrugged.
"He ran like a wolf was chasing him," Jana also stood up. "You didn't keep him, Philip. It seems that the noble earl's influence is declining."
Philip: "..." Jana is a good woman in every way except her mouth, which is so "sweet" that it always makes people want to strangle her.
"Um..." Alma stood up to break the awkwardness, "So you two... still need..."
"No, no thanks." Jana knitted her eyebrows and lowered her voice, "Think of something, Mr. Count! We must think of some way to get close to him! If you can let me stay with him for three days, I will bet three times the money on Dawn at the racetrack!"
Dawn is the best racehorse on Philip's estate and has a strong chance of winning the upcoming race.
Philip glanced at her. "I would have done it even if you hadn't told me, Foisel."
The gray-haired old butler immediately stepped forward and said, "Sir."
As the Count walked out, he lowered his head and put on his leather gloves. "I need the house next to Mr. Lingert."
"Okay, as you wish."
It rained heavily for three days.
The grand welcome party originally prepared by the manor was forced to retreat to the magnificent villa.
This resulted in the nobles being unable to go hunting in the forest, unable to go shopping in the quiet town, and even unable to leave.
Countless servants were busy like tops, including the count himself.
A stream of delicious food was delivered to the magnificent hall, and the mahogany tables were filled with gold-rimmed plates.
Maids, flowers, champagne and whiskey appeared like the ebb and flow of the tide, and the nobles were like swimming fish, moving safely in the light of the dazzling crystal chandeliers.
At the party, Jana met Blake, a reporter from the Daily Mail and also the most popular food critic.
Black often contributes his sharp comments in the margins of the Daily Mail, and his vulgar but popular language has won a lot of laughter. Many ladies love this lighthearted little page, not to mention Black's frequent mention of restaurant coupons, which makes everyone flock to it.
This popularity has led to Black's current status as a "London food expert".
"The Earl's chef is still performing steadily," Blake was intoxicated by the sauce of the stewed wild duck, with his third glass of black wine in hand.
Jana shook her head at him and looked at him with pity. "These? No, no, Blake, don't be like this. You're like a little mouse locked in a cellar. These are just the most ordinary French dishes. If you can say the word 'stable', it means you haven't tasted the real delicious food yet."
"Oh?" Blake was used to Jana's sharp tongue. He blinked with interest. "Beautiful lady, you have a secret."
"Ha, yes, that's right, I can't wait—" Jia leaned close to him and whispered, "When this damn rain is over, I'll take you to taste the real delicacy, the cooking of God that only appears on God's table."
As the manor's specially hired veterinarian, Lin Weilun also received some meals.
A small dish of smoked badger leg, a plate of potato rolls, and a small box of chocolate ginger candies and palace bonbons.
He took two bites. The badger leg was roasted a bit tough, with blood oozing from the meat. The smoky smell was so strong that it overwhelmed the flavor of the wild badger, leaving only the scent of burning wood ashes.
The potato rolls were okay, but they had too much cheese. After eating two more, my stomach felt like it was filled with something.
He clapped his hands, put down the plate, and walked to the inconspicuous back door of the villa.
This place is connected to a garden in the manor. Expensive cars are parked quietly on the roadside, like chess pieces scattered on a chessboard.
Lin Weilun opened his black umbrella, checked with the manservant beside him, and finally smiled. "So my work is over for now?"
"That's right!" The servant glanced back. "The game stored in the warehouse is enough for the adults to eat for more than half a month. As long as they are well cared for, the little ones will be fine."
"Thank you for your hard work during this period, Mr. Veterinarian. Well, see you next time."
Lin Weilun was in a good mood and he returned to the clinic humming a song.
Thankfully, there weren't many emergencies here. Alma was sorting out the bills, and old Ferry was calling someone, and a heated argument broke out between the two.
Lin Weilun had no intention of interfering in other people's family affairs, so he put on rubber gloves and went to the back warehouse.
The two geese's soft foot syndrome has improved a lot, and they rushed over enthusiastically when they saw a familiar figure.
"Good boy." Lin Weilun poured a mixture of corn, wheat leaves, chopped peas and bone meal into the food bowl, and finally added a spoonful of cooked sweet potato puree to supplement the nutrition.
The two big white geese were almost crazy with joy, flapping their wings happily.
After a few days of recuperation, their heads became strong again, their long and curved necks became more graceful than before, and their round bellies grew into extremely full curves due to the delicious food.
Lin Weilun gently stroked the snow-white shoulder spine all the way to the pointed tail. The warm fur brushed against his palm, causing him to feel a slight shiver and numbness.
The size is approaching perfection and the weight is already in the right range.
Almost there, just two more days to wait.
"I wonder if you like black truffles?"
The geese had no idea what would happen in two days, let alone what black truffles were. They were well fed and relaxed, rubbing against the people they trusted.
When other hens approach, they will raise their heads and cackle to drive away the enemies.
The smile in Lin Weilun's eyes grew even brighter. He took off his gloves and listed the things he needed to prepare in his mind.
"A small dish of black truffles, a basket of figs, Burton's chestnut honey, and wild mushrooms. It just so happens that after this rain, the forest will be full of mushrooms, right?"
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"Damn it! How long will this heavy rain last?!"
In the dim tavern, Ferdinand was filled with rage but had no place to vent it. His perfect plan to overthrow Lingert was ruined because of the heavy rain!
The heavy rain soaked everything. The Earl's manor's warehouse was completely sealed off for fear of water. Lingert even lived there for three whole days, leaving them with no chance of survival.
"Why wasn't the Count angry at all when he found out that Lingate had stolen his rail?" Veterinarian Andre had the same doubt. They even asked the maid Duoduo they knew to spread rumors in front of the Count, but why was he so quiet?
Could it be... that the Earl has been too busy recently and neglected the punishment he deserved?
"Hey! Gentlemen!" Just as the two fools were extremely confused, Stuart, whose chicken farm went bankrupt, rushed over and said excitedly, "Guess who I just met? Robinson! I met Robinson!"
"That idiot who only knows how to raise geese?" Ferdinand muttered in dissatisfaction. "Why are you mentioning a poor guy who can't even take out 10 coins from his pocket?"
Stuart lowered his voice mysteriously, and we talked for a long time - on the bus coming here - about his goose being taken away by Lingert! Just two days ago!
Stuart's speech was confused and the order of words was reversed, so it took a long time for his two companions to understand what had happened.
"You mean..." Ferdinand was quick to react to the young veterinarian's framing, "that guy is going to eat Robinson's goose like he did Quin's piglets?"
"It doesn't matter if he eats it or not!" Stuart's eyes sparkled. "We can make him 'eat'! Just think about it! A heartless veterinarian took away the poor farmer's livestock and ate them as food!"
"Once this rumor spreads, who would dare to let him treat them? Who would dare to go to Ferry's clinic? In the meantime, we only need a little goose meat!"
"Oh my God!" Andre couldn't help laughing out loud. He patted his good brother on the back. "Stuart, you are a genius!"
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