Chapter 30
"Vellenlingert is a genius, a true genius."
"He is someone who can change the status quo in England. I can't handle his abilities here, and neither can you."
Old Ferry clasped his hands together and spoke seriously.
Jana couldn't help but sneer. "Sir, you don't understand the power that the name 'Morrison' carries."
"I understand, that's why I said you can't do that either."
Jana's smile faded, and her lips straightened. "I thought you'd be a considerate boss, just like how you treat your son. At least you wouldn't make stupid decisions that would be ridiculed."
"Bowen did something wrong," Old Ferry said as he poured Jana a cup of tea. "No matter what the final result is, he must bear the consequences himself. But Lingert shouldn't be anyone's property. He has a brighter future."
"I can get him into the Royal Import and Export Administration!" Jana couldn't help but sit up straight. "That's a higher position than Bowen, a small clerk, as long as you can let him go."
"Oh," smiled old Ferry, "I never tied him up."
This time it was Jana's turn to be surprised. "You didn't sign a work contract? You don't have any leverage over him? No deposit?"
"Of course not." Old Ferry waved his hand. "Nothing."
"Then why would he stay here?" Jana's doubts were sincere. "Your place... excuse me, I don't mean to offend anyone, but the environment here is similar to a mole's burrow. Your monthly salary probably can't even afford the shoes for my maid. Why would Lingert stay?"
"He even turned Philip down once, without a second thought!"
Veins bulged on Old Ferry's forehead, but his gaze was grave. "Yes, yes, this isn't a good place to make a fortune. I understand, but pearls need diggers, don't they? And, precisely because of the conditions here, I'm telling you that your place can't accommodate him either."
Hearing this, Jana's expression changed slightly.
She began to ponder, but the lady would not stop there.
"I will try my best. Lingate deserves the best, just like my sister. By the way, what do you think about their marriage?"
"Thanks to Thoringert, I don't have any prejudice against the veterinary profession now. But the place where your son Bowen hangs out..."
Old Ferry did not answer. His silence was as long as the years he had walked.
"I'll sell this place." A long time later, when the sun rose, the old man slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes calm, "I'll leave here and go to London."
Even if the marriage to the Morrisons could not go ahead, Bowen would need to continue living in London.
Perhaps this is the last thing I can do for my son.
He looked deeply at the ceiling. He had lived here for more than twenty years. He was there when every line on the wooden floor appeared, and he could notice every darker color on the wall.
Jana nodded slightly. "You made the right decision. Believe me, even the gods will forget this. Bowen will always have a father he can be proud of."
Ferry was startled, but the woman simply stood up and left.
The agreement in her hand recorded a salary that was enough to make everyone scream, and she thought she had at least an 80% chance of convincing Lingert to work for her.
However, the truth always leaves people speechless.
"I'm sorry, but I have no intention of working for anyone anymore."
At that time, Lin Weilun was standing in the back warehouse, a group of livestock were circling around his feet, and the smell of chicken feathers and feces was everywhere.
But the young veterinarian's face was truly superior, and even in such an embarrassing environment, he still carried a dizzying glow.
Jana took a deep breath, her voice softening slightly, and she lowered her voice. "You don't need to rush to answer me. Think about it. London is much more prosperous than here. It's the heart of England, the jewel of the world, the most shining gem in the Queen's crown."
"Your chances are infinite, Lingert. I swear on the pride of Morrison, you will..."
"I have to admit that this is indeed very attractive," Lin Weilun smiled lazily. Next to him was a one-year-old Suffolk lamb, which the farmer who brought it was very proud of and called the "Queen of the Farm".
The farmer was right; the lamb wasn't old enough to get dirty. Its long, curly wool was soft and fluffy, and its dark face looked harmless.
The most important thing is its body. Lin Weilun carefully touched it and found that even the leg muscles of the lamb were soft and light. Its muscle fibers were thin and short, with a high fat content. When cut open, it would surely be a charming pink, perhaps even with rich snowflake patterns.
It was a completely different texture from the meat of fitness champion Mr. Goat, and he could choose at will.
Random, choose.
When Lin Weilun stood alone in the back warehouse, surrounded by the best animals, he felt a very strange feeling in his heart.
People always crave absolute control, and he is no exception.
Even if he had been a head chef in his previous life, even if he had won a few Michelin stars, so what?
He has spent his entire life seeking the "approval" and "status" of others. If he were to live his life over again, would he do it again?
If possible, should he try to live in a different way?
For example, satisfying oneself.
Jana couldn't believe it and she desperately wanted to say something.
"You will have status and untold wealth."
"But I don't want to," Lin Weilun said with a casual smile, but his eyes were fixed on Jana's face. "I like it here. And now that I'm here, who says I can't gain status and countless wealth?"
"But old Ferry has decided to sell this place!" Jana was a little overwhelmed. She couldn't refute these proud words. She knew that this would definitely happen in the future, and she might even take the initiative to give him a thick stack of pounds.
So she could only make a final struggle, "You should think for yourself!"
Lin Weilun finally revealed a different expression, "If that's the case, it's quite a coincidence."
I wonder what procedures are required to open a veterinary clinic on your own in this day and age?
He should at least pass the veterinary qualification exam first, right?
It seems that I really need to go to London, or Manchester would be a good choice.
Jiana wanted to say something, but Lin Weilun suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "How about having fish tonight?"
"What?" Jana was stunned.
"The last time I went to the department store, they had a lot of spices from India." Lin Weilun took off his gloves. "I'm craving curry. If you want to, you can wait for me in the restaurant."
Jana stared at him intently, finally giving in and raising her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, if you want to silence me with your cooking skills, then I can only say you succeeded. If there's anything that can defeat my persistence, your cooking is definitely it."
"I give up trying to convince you, and I'll take this news to Mr. Ferry."
"Thank you." Lin Weilun took off his work clothes and headed for the department store.
The spice shop is unassuming, but the surrounding aromas are uniquely rich.
He saw shelves of silver enamel jars, tiny glass bottles, and small sacks embroidered with exotic designs.
Each one is labeled for easy reference.
He nodded, and the waiter with a sweet smile helped him take the things down.
Coriander, cloves, turmeric, Bengal chili powder, Mysore pepper, nutmeg leaves and whole nutmeg, green peppercorns, Hyderabadi cumin and oregano, a pinch of dried celery seeds.
There are also bay and thyme, which are native to England.
As he left the department store with his bag, Lin Weilun felt like he could put on a headscarf and go keep the snakes company.
The market was still the same as usual. He chose and chose, and finally chose a fresh turbot and a small bag of rice.
In the early 20th century, England was influenced by India and no longer rejected the consumption of rice.
But rice is still a rarity compared to bread.
Lin Weilun wanted something different as a small farewell to the time he had spent traveling through time.
"What? Curry?" After returning, Alma walked over to check the mixed spices in the small basin as if nothing had happened.
To be honest, she had never seen so many spices mixed together. Powders of various colors rose in the air, and the smell was pungent and dry.
Old Ferry put the fish into the basin, and when he went to the vegetable garden, you could see that his eyes were a little red.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to talk about the future. Just like every lucky night before, they helped Lin Weilun pack the ingredients, did simple menial work, and then talked about the bad weather and interesting animals.
Lin Weilun focuses on blending flavors.
He prefers light eggplant and okra to heavy potatoes in his curry.
However, there was no okra in England at the time, so he had to settle for green peas.
Cooking that comes from the scorching earth also requires scorching fire.
Lin Weilun stir-fried chopped garlic and ginger slices in a hot pan, then added cooked cherry tomatoes, eggplant segments and pea pods, and finally poured in his homemade curry powder.
The turbot is pan-fried beforehand, creating a caramelized, crispy skin. It's a simple process, yet it locks in the fish's natural juiciness and elasticity.
But the fish still exudes strands of oil, which drift, slide, and entwine in the spicy and fragrant soup, transforming into shiny curls.
Old Ferry felt the curls drift through his chest and mind. He sniffed deeply, trying to etch the flavor into his memory. Especially after Lingote added fish sauce and tamarind juice, the flavor became even more unforgettable.
This is not the end yet.
Lin Weilun then added small pieces of lamb, carrots, bell peppers, onions and raisins to a clean pot, and finally poured in rice and an appropriate amount of water.
The curry can be adapted to any rice dish, but the most suitable one has to be Pilau rice.
"Pilawu" is the Uyghur name for it. Lin Weilun once tasted the most authentic Pilauwu in the vast Gobi Desert. It was the clanging aroma of sand and gravel whipped up by the wind, the majestic flavor of the vast Tianshan Mountains.
The fat from the mutton wraps around the long rice grains, and the spicy freshness from the onion sweeps away the last trace of fishy smell.
Standing in front of the steaming hot air, Lin Weilun seemed to hear the long and distant drumbeats again and see the clear and magnificent blue sky.
Populus euphratica coexists in the vast sea of sand.
Just like curry and rice, with every bite, the aroma is brilliant and layered, running straight from the throat to the deepest part of the body, embracing all desires and cravings, and soothing all the anxiety and confusion in the heart.
"This is what I want." Lin Weilun closed his eyes.
No matter which world you are in, delicious food is the only thing you cannot miss.
If he controls his own table, he can control his own future.
My friend, do not worry about the road ahead.
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