Chapter 27
The whole kitchen was in perfect order, and Lingert was undoubtedly the one in control.
Philip watched him weigh ramson plums, crab apples, and other unnamed ingredients, then chop herbs on a wooden board, then carefully mash something from a transparent spice jar into a spoon.
The soft chestnut hair danced in the light, and the bony wrists were like playing music.
A performance of immense elegance, truly magnificent.
Two hours later, everything was ready.
Lin Weilun took out two goblets and slowly poured gin into them.
"It seems you've been preparing for this for a long time," Philip spread out his napkin. "I thought you'd be serving it with cream sherry tonight."
"Berlin roast goose, of course, must be eaten with North German liquor." Lin Weilun put down his plate. In order to cleanse his mouth, he also prepared plum preserves - wild Brass plums from the forest, and crabapple jelly.
Philip thanked God and the Holy Father in his heart, and then tasted the goose meat with great piety.
Just one bite and fireworks exploded in his mind.
He could feel the incredibly crispy goose skin slipping effortlessly between his teeth, barely shattering it, rather than biting it. The tender flesh spread itself out in a gesture of devotion, and his teeth and tongue pierced through the soft shreds of flesh, like biting through a madeleine.
It was at this moment that the rich aroma of soy sauce filled his throat, its ink-like fragrance reaching his stomach. Yet, his esophagus felt neither greasy nor heavy. The refreshing aroma of green apple quickly permeated deeper into his body, effortlessly absorbing the descending oiliness with just the right amount of sour and sweet, transforming it into an infinitely delicious flavor.
The foie gras mousse was even more amazing.
Philip could feel the fine and dense foie gras puree melting on his tongue, softer and smoother than the waves bathed in the afternoon sun, reminding him of a soft, hormone-filled young body late one night.
Jana was right, this tastes like heaven.
Philip was certain that at the moment he tasted it, he saw the Father, who was shining with holy light.
What brought all this to a climax was the crabapple jelly.
Although Lingert took this name, his modesty is really disturbing.
It wasn't just crabapples, but also blackberries and cranberries, along with sage and cucumber, bringing a refreshing after-rain vibe. The firm flesh of the crabapples and the striped pineapple combined into the ultimate sweet and sour downpour, constantly washing away the greasiness of the stomach and bringing a grand cooling sensation.
Philip felt that he was sliding into the abyss step by step and was almost drowning in it.
"You really shouldn't be a veterinarian." The Earl drank the gin, his eyes gleaming with a glassy light from the strong alcohol. "But you're the best veterinarian in all of Denham. Have you heard how those people marvel at your skills? They say you're far more perceptive than any X-ray machine in London, and no disease can hide from your eyes."
"Lingert, are you a genius?"
Lin Weilun unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and raised his eyelids, "Sir, you've had too much to drink."
"Maybe," Philip narrowed his eyes. "Even if I were to go to see God now, I would still go with a smile. I..."
Before he could finish his words, a blinding light flashed through the window, followed by several restrained yet rapid knocks on the door.
Who again?
Lin Weilun put down his knife and fork, stood up and opened the door.
"Do you remember me? I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, but I have a friend - Philip?!" Jana could no longer control her reserve after seeing the coat at the door. "You are here
? You are here! Excuse me, please make way! "
Lin Weilun frowned, but he still couldn't stop the lady who was like a little cannon.
Jana rushed into the kitchen with her skirt lifted up and saw the Count who looked like he was drugged, and a table full of the delicious food she had always dreamed of!
"Philip!" she screamed. "I'll hire some gypsy witch to nail you to the Cursed Wall! Absolutely! One hundred percent!"
"They have a really good relationship, don't they?" The strange man smiled politely at Lin Weilun. "Hey! I'm Blake, the passerby who accompanied Jana to find the Gluttonous Earl. May I ask if I can...?"
Lin Weilun took out a cigarette and lit it, saying softly, "I'm sorry, but this isn't a restaurant or bar."
Blake's smile paused.
"Ten minutes, then please take the Count away with you."
After saying this, Lin Weilun walked past the crowd and went straight into the garden. The smoke stretched out like a snake behind him.
"What's going on?" Blake muttered as he walked into the restaurant. "This guy has absolutely no manners except for his good looks. Okay, Jana, get out of here. We're not welcome here at all—"
Before he could finish the rest of his words, Black Wine saw Jana holding a plate and stuffing something into her mouth frantically.
This woman hasn't even sat down yet!
"Hi! Blake!" Philip stood up shakily and opened his arms. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Gods, the Last Supper!"
"You're a drunkard and a glutton. The Queen should have closed the city gates the day you inherited the title!" Jana glared at him fiercely, then fetched a clean plate from the cupboard and handed it to him. "But he's right about one thing, Blake. Come and try it."
"Believe me, one bite and you will kneel down and call me mom, thanking me for giving you the opportunity to find a new life here."
Blake clearly had no appetite for the leftovers, but due to Jana's strong suggestion earlier, he hadn't eaten a drop of water yet...
"Alright, alright, God bless me," Blake sat down resignedly, picking up a small piece of duck meat with his fork. "It's hard to imagine that London's upper class would actually get together in a country town to eat other people's leftovers. If the people at The Times knew about this, they would definitely... definitely..."
Wait, what did he just swallow?
It was so soft and tender that my tongue didn't even react.
Blake's gaze fell on the plate in front of him and he took another bite.
"Oh my...Oh my God..." He was like a little boy who found his underwear was wet for the first time, his eyes wide open and full of confusion, "What is this..."
Looking at his completely dumbfounded expression, Jana finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
"7 minutes, 7 minutes left." Lin Weilun leaned against the door frame and listened to the kitchen, which had been noisy at the beginning and gradually became extremely quiet, with only the sound of knives and forks clashing.
He stretched, extinguished his cigarette on top of the fence, and listened to the wind passing through his hot ears.
As expected of a famous liquor from northern Germany, juniper berries are as strong as the Germans ten years later.
The air is cool, with the unique humidity of early autumn.
Just then, the second wave of uninvited guests of the night suddenly appeared.
Robinson was pushed by several people and walked over from his position on the street very reluctantly.
"Good evening, sir." Robinson put his face into the gap between the fences and stammered, "I heard... No, no, no, I just happened to pass by, so I wanted to see my two geese..."
Although the town of Denham is small, it has developed quite well.
At least all the street lights here were on, and in the dim light, Lin Weilun saw several familiar faces.
There was the farmer who came to look after his livestock, and Ferdinand who held a grudge against him.
Most of these people's bodies were hidden in the darkness, and the looks they gave were full of gloating, as if they were enjoying a good show.
Ferdinand even rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to fight.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Robinson became even more worried. "Lingert, I don't mean anything else. I just want to make sure my livestock are safe. They are very sick, aren't they?"
Lin Weilun suddenly smiled. He opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "Please come in. Your precious livestock is inside."
Robinson looked at him doubtfully, then turned and looked back.
"I'll go with you, Robinson." Former veterinarian Andre came over with a backpack and glanced at Lin Weilun provocatively. "With the two of us, we don't have to worry about what some evil-minded guys might do."
Robinson hesitated, then nodded and walked in behind Andre.
When the two parties passed each other, Lin Weilun smelled a greasy smell of goose fat in the black shoulder bag.
These guys...so this is what they were planning.
but--
He yawned deeply and followed the two of them lazily.
——I just hope the Count won’t get too angry at being interrupted during his meal.
The young veterinarian's home was even more luxurious than he had imagined: the carpet on the floor came from India, the armrests of the sofa were inlaid with pure gold stripes, and beneath the Bohemian curtains was an expensive wine cabinet. Andre jealously discovered several bottles of wine that he had been reluctant to buy.
The year marked on it is infuriating.
"He's so rich," Robinson was stunned, turning to the dining room across from the living room. "Even the candlesticks are made of sterling silver... Oh! Mr. Earl! Why are you here?!"
The screams woke up the three people who were swallowing.
Philip frowned and turned around. After looking around at the people who came, he said coldly, "Who are you? I don't remember Mr. Lingert inviting anyone else."
Andre was also frightened for a moment when he saw the count, but the decoration of the restaurant quickly replaced that feeling of helplessness with another kind of jealousy.
He saw the remaining goose legs and goose liver on the table, exclaimed "Ha!" and said excitedly, "Robinson, look! Your goose is on these plates! See what I said! That black-hearted guy is the devil! He will eat every 'customer' who walks into the store!"
He was so excited that he couldn't help but start dancing. "Mr. Count! Do you know what you just ate? It was this guy's goose! He clearly sent this 'customer' to the veterinarian for treatment!"
"Good heavens! Sir, do you remember the crake he stole from you? He must have eaten it himself! Such a dishonest veterinarian should be kicked out immediately!"
"Is this your goose?" Jana leaned back in her chair, her red lips slightly curved, her deep blue eyes piercing through the bored Andre and fixed directly on Robinson. "This is the best goose I've ever eaten. I wonder if this person..."
Robinson seemed to be slapped in the face by her beauty and stood there in a daze. "Robinson... My name is Byron Robinson. My, my goose..."
"Mr. Robinson," she said, rising gracefully and pulling out a business card from her pearl-covered pouch. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Morrison, and I'm from London. I'm the meat supplier for the three Royal Hotels."
"They are the Royal Oak, the Royal Steamship, and the Royal Rose Garden. Whether you've heard of them or not, I think you'll remember these three names in the future. Your excellent goose is worthy of being served in these three restaurants."
"I just wonder if you would be willing to sit down and talk with me?"
Robinson was completely stunned. He clutched the business card. Jana Morrison… Morrison… Morrison… This last name seemed exactly like the congressman who always appeared on the radio…
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Andre behind him, but found that the former veterinarian's face was distorted, pale and bloodless, as if he had been beaten by more than 800 homeless people.
“This, this is impossible…” Andre felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and even the depths of his ears emitted a buzzing sound of complete collapse.
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