Chapter 36
Lin Weilun never imagined that one day he would witness history with his own eyes.
Moreover, he is an important part of this history.
When the inspection reports of all imported livestock were delivered to him and William, Austin, with his thunderous tactics, had already torn apart the web of interests under the imported meat quarantine.
Under the keen political sense of the Queen's attendant, countless media newspapers that were quietly notified rushed to the London docks, even earlier than the heads of the imported goods.
With them around, no matter how big a businessman or noble they are, they cannot cover up the shame that must never be known to others.
During that period, large-scale strikes and demonstrations broke out all over England.
“Children need healthy meat!”
"We are human beings! Not animals!"
“Food safety comes first!”
"Death to imported meat!"
“Close the borders!!”
Many people could not hold on under the increasingly severe impact. Two months later, England urgently passed two documents: "On Strengthening the Quarantine Standards for Imported Meat" and "Measures to Gradually Increase the Market Share of Domestic Meat".
Even major department stores and markets have begun to label the origin of the meat they sell in capital letters. Stores that still carry imported meat will be boycotted collectively.
The impact has since spread – with the Daily Mail reporting increasingly less on veterinarians looking for work.
The explosive sales of local meat have prompted veterinarians who had long ago changed careers to roll up their sleeves and return to their old professions. Veterinary clinics have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and farmers are grinning from ear to ear.
Even farms, feed mills and slaughterhouses opened their wallets and fell asleep excitedly every day with the sound of pounds falling into their pockets.
For a period of time, England's agricultural economy actually achieved rare growth in the tide of the Industrial Revolution.
All those who benefited from it are grateful to one name: Viren Lingert.
Thanks to the generous praise from the Honorary President of the Royal Veterinary College and the undeniable contributions of the Queen's attendants, everyone in the streets and alleys knows who helped them achieve all this.
Because of this achievement, William's desk this winter has been piled with letters from people wanting to know more about the Royal Veterinary College.
Spencer was sweating profusely as he ran between the new teaching building and the dormitory.
A few years ago, this would have been impossible. He thought that neither he nor this world-renowned academy would survive to retire.
"I still can't figure out how he did it."
Inside the Reform Club, Blake rested his hands on the railing and excitedly asked the person standing opposite him, "Can you really tell me about an animal's illness just by looking at it once or twice, touching it once or twice?"
“Not only did he say it, he said it precisely and correctly.”
William leaned back on the high-back sofa, the cigar between his fingers exuding a unique pine aroma. "If I hadn't seen those test reports, I wouldn't have fully believed it. After all, even the best veterinarians in the academy can't achieve such accuracy and speed. He completely deserves the recognition and honor bestowed upon him by the Queen."
"It's like an X-ray machine!" Jana tilted her head and looked at the dean across from her. "Sir, why are you still sitting in the principal's seat? Don't you feel your legs getting heavy? After all, what veterinarian in this world can compare to an X-ray machine?"
Everyone at the table laughed. Blake lazily opened today's newspaper and said, "If all the chemists in this world started making poisons, Jana's mouth would definitely be the first thing they would fight over."
"He's still too young. An honorary professorship at the Royal Veterinary College is already a very high honor." William shook his head lovingly. "But since we're both members of the Velen Round Table, I won't hold it against you for hurting the old man with your sarcasm."
Velen Round Table, a mysterious organization secretly and spontaneously formed by several people.
The meeting place of the Round Table Society was set up in the manor of Earl Philip in Denham.
In order to achieve the organization's goals, with the joint efforts of Jana and Philip, London even opened a direct train line to Denham.
During the "meeting", they exchanged information and planned development together. This imported meat incident made several people see the possibility of cooperation.
Of course, this is just boring business and politics.
Velen Round Table has one most important and purest mission——
"Whose family did you say the ham on Mr. Willen's table came from last time?"
"Christian's family in Lid Valley, their pig breed is very special, very suitable for curing ham."
Jana stood up and said, "Alright, gentlemen, just a reminder that you'll be able to see new quality ham on the shelves of Morrisons soon. See you at Christmas."
The swaying black dress disappeared at the entrance of the club. William followed suit, putting on his polite manners and smiling at the few people. "I will also purchase a new round of research subjects for the college. See you in Denham Town, my friends."
Blake muttered, "Aren't we just taking a train? Why do they have to make it look like a movie? Well, in that case, I'm going to start writing Mr. Willen's new column... Hmm... How about calling it Ringert's Dining Guide?"
Austin put down the newspaper that was covering his face and blew his carefully maintained mustache in dissatisfaction. "You called me here just to tell me this? Please, I'm really busy! But... the pork hind leg from Lingate's last time was really good... Her Majesty the Queen will definitely like it."
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The stone fire was burning warmly, and the firewood was making a cheerful crackling sound.
The flickering flames were softer and brighter than electric lights, and seemed to melt even the falling snow outside the window.
Mrs. Alma was humming a little tune in the pantry, her hands making a crisp clinking sound as she expertly arranged the spice jars.
At her hand was a large silver platter covered with a lace pudding cloth, and a custard cake, as large and white as a pearl, trembled on the plate.
"It's a color more beautiful than the full moon." The count couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the plate, his eyes fixed on the berry branches and beautiful bright red pomegranates decorating the meringue pudding.
It is a milky white condensed dew made of milk and cream. Just by looking at the crystal clear surface of the pudding, you can imagine how delicate and soft it will be when you bite into it.
It must be smoother than silk.
Moreover, he also heard that the pudding this time was filled with apricot jam brewed by Lingate himself.
The apricots, of course, came from Philip's own forest. He knew very well how beautiful the golden color of the apricots nurtured by nature was, and their scent, sweeter than honey, lingered in him throughout the entire late autumn.
Now, just use a spoon to gently dig open the trembling pudding skin, and you can taste the true fragrance from the forest and late autumn.
"But Mr. Willen said this is the Queen's Pudding prepared for Christmas dinner," Alma silently rolled her eyes, then attentively blocked the Earl's fiery gaze. "Don't worry, there will be more delicious food when the dinner arrives. You should know that Mr. Willen carefully selected tonight for an entire month, and finally decided which 'customers' would offer their blessings."
Thinking of the lamb shanks that he had spied earlier and that had been marinated overnight, Philip finally withdrew his gaze.
"I'm already looking forward to it."
Lin Weilun actually didn’t understand why so many people crowded into his own Christmas dinner.
The newly opened "Lingert Veterinary Clinic" is located in the best location on Daffodil Street, with an elegant two-story building and a large rear warehouse.
The restaurant is the most elaborately decorated area, with golden colored paper butterflies hanging from the ceiling and the Christmas tree festooned with sparkling lights and mini pet dolls.
Mistletoe was folded into a round crown and hung straight down from the dining table, and candles bloomed brightly in golden candlesticks.
Blake was wearing a dramatic red and green dress, and Austin was arguing with Jana about whether Santa Claus should wear a red robe or a green robe.
Alma worked tirelessly to bring the prepared dishes to the table. Slow-cooked lamb shanks were the main course for tonight, and lemon-marinated grilled beef liver was the side dish.
In addition to the first time, Lin Weilun also processed the European lobsters sent by Mr. Ferry.
The plump and glossy lobster meat is brushed with a rich sauce made of brandy, olive oil, crispy onions, basil leaves and egg yolks. Just the smell of it will make you want to eat it.
Of course, there's also a mountain of ham salad and a whole pot of slow-cooked pumpkin and oxtail soup.
Lundin brought over a large pot of Earl Grey tea. His face flushed as he asked everyone, "Everyone, would you like milk or honey? We have at least three large buckets of milk and honey here! All donated by the farmers! If we don't use up some of it, Mr. Lingert's place could be transformed into a new department store!"
"Give me some milk, please."
"What are you afraid of? I'll make a few calls and someone will take the things away right away."
"Oh my god! Why are those farmers even giving away donkey meat? Wait, is this stuff actually delicious?"
"Philip, now we have bait for our next hunt, right?"
"Ask Lingert about his time in advance. I won't go without him."
Lin Weilun turned a deaf ear to the hustle and bustle in the restaurant. He stood alone in front of the kitchen window, carefully hanging a string of bright red wind chimes on it.
The cold winter wind made the wind chimes ring. He pulled up the collar of his sweater and watched a ball of snow in his palm melt into water droplets, dripping through his fingers onto the newspaper that Blake had just delivered.
His name was written on most of the page, and "Lingert's Dining Guide" was highly sought after as soon as it was launched.
Unknowingly, he has become the gatekeeper of "perfect meat products", and even his loyal readers spontaneously rank the restaurants he certified according to the number of stars.
Everything is developing in a strange but beautiful direction.
The only things that remain unchanged are the bustling kitchen and the everlasting deliciousness lingering around your nose.
Lin Weilun couldn't help but smile.
Whether before or after the time travel, he would never be harsh on his stomach.
After all, only delicious food cannot be missed.
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