It’s really sharp… Klein laughed out loud, and used his rich “experience” from his previous life to add another sarcasm:

"In fact, there is no evidence that those big guys have brains."

"Good! Very good!" Benson laughed and gave a thumbs up. "Klein, you are much funnier than before."

After taking a breath, he continued:

"I have to go to the dock this afternoon, so I won't be able to rest until tomorrow. Then, um... let's go to the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company to see if they have any cheap and nice townhouses for rent. Also, we have to visit Mr. Franky first."

"Mr. Landlord?" Klein asked in confusion.

Could it be that the current landlord owns a townhouse in a good neighborhood location?

Benson glanced at his brother and said with a smile:

"You didn't forget that we had a one-year lease, did you? It's only been six months."

“Hiss…” Klein took a breath of cold air.

I really forgot about this matter!

Although the rent is paid weekly, the lease period is as long as one year. Moving out now would be tantamount to breach of contract. If I were sued in court, I would have to pay a large sum of money!

"You still lack sufficient social experience." Benson touched his receding black hairline and sighed, "This is the clause I worked hard to get. Otherwise, Mr. Franky would only be willing to sign a three-month contract. For the wealthy, landlords would directly rent for one, two, or even three years for stability. But for us, for us and our neighbors before, landlords would always worry that someone would have an accident and not be able to pay the rent, so they only hope for a short-term contract."

"This way, they can often raise the price depending on the situation." Klein added based on the original owner's memory fragments and his own rental experience.

Benson sighed and said:

"This is the reality and cruelty of today's society. Well, don't worry. The contract issue is easy to resolve. Frankly speaking, if we default on rent for a week, Mr. Franky will immediately throw us out and seize our valuables. After all, his IQ is not as good as that of a curly-haired baboon, and he can't figure out complicated things."

Hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered a joke from Sir Humphrey and shook his head seriously.

"No, Benson, you are wrong."

"Why?" Benson looked puzzled.

"Mr. Franky's IQ is still higher than that of the curly-haired baboon," Klein replied seriously. Just as Benson smiled knowingly, he added, "If he is in good condition."

"Haha." Benson couldn't control his reaction.

After laughing for a while, he pointed at Klein. He couldn't find a good way to explain it, so he had to get back to the topic:

"Of course, as gentlemen, we will not use such shameless methods. We will go directly to communicate with Mr. Franky tomorrow. Believe me, he will be easily persuaded. Very easily."

Klein had no doubt about this, and the existence of the gas pipeline was the most powerful proof.

The brothers chatted for a while and added a small amount of fried meat and fish left over from the previous night to the vegetable stew, and while it was boiling, they used the steam to soften the rye bread.

Klein and Benson smeared some butter on the bread and had a simple meal, but they were still quite satisfied. After all, the milky aroma and sweetness were unforgettable.

After Benson left, Klein also took the 3-sol note and some copper pennies and went to the Lettuce and Meat Market. He spent 6 pence to buy a pound of beef and 7 pence to buy a large Tussock fish with tender meat and few bones. In addition, he also bought potatoes, peas, white radishes, rhubarb, lettuce, turnips and other ingredients, as well as rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things.

During this process, he could still feel someone was spying on and watching him, but there was no actual contact.

After a delay at Slin Bakery, Klein returned home and began to exercise his arm strength using heavy objects, such as stacked books.

He originally wanted to practice military boxing to strengthen his body, but now he has even forgotten the movements of the radio gymnastics. Moreover, this is something he has only been exposed to during military training, so he had no choice but to keep it as simple as possible.

Klein didn't let himself train too hard, because that would make him tired and increase the danger. He stopped at the right time and read the original owner's textbooks and notes, hoping to review the knowledge related to the Fourth Epoch.

…………

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat at the desk, looking at the food laid out, as neatly as children in the upper grades of elementary school.

A variety of mixed aromas compose a rich food prelude: the enchantment of boiled beef, the obvious and lasting stimulation of mashed potatoes, the sweet entanglement of pea soup, the subtle and moderate blend of stewed rhubarb, and the sweet surround of butter on rye bread.

Benson swallowed his saliva and looked back at Klein who was putting a crispy yellow fish on the plate. He felt the aroma of fried food penetrate his nose into his throat, esophagus, and stomach.

Gurgle! His stomach made a noticeable rumbling sound.

Klein rolled up his shirt sleeves, picked up the plate of fried fish, and placed it in the middle of the tidied desk. He then turned around and took out two large cups of ginger beer from the cupboard and placed them in the corresponding positions for Benson and himself.

He smiled at Melissa and took out a lemon pudding like a magic trick:

“We have beer, you have this.”

“…Thank you.” Melissa took the lemon pudding and said weakly.

Seeing this, Benson picked up the cup and smiled.

"Come, celebrate Klein finding a good job."

Klein picked up his cup and clinked it with Benson's, and then with Melissa's lemon pudding:

"Praise the goddess!"

Gulp, he tilted his head back and took a sip. The spicy taste burned through his esophagus, bringing a wonderful aftertaste.

The full name of ginger beer is ginger ale, but it actually does not contain any alcohol. It mixes the spiciness of ginger ale and the sourness of lemon to create a beer-like taste. It is a drink that is acceptable to women and children, but Melissa doesn't like the taste very much.

“Praise the goddess!” Benson took a sip, while Melissa took a small bite of the lemon pudding and chewed it repeatedly, reluctant to swallow it.

“Try it.” Klein put down the cup, picked up the fork and spoon, and pointed at the table full of food.

Among them, he had the least confidence in pea soup. After all, no one would eat such a strange thing on Earth, so he could only "recreate" it based on the original owner's memory fragments.

As the older brother, Benson didn't hesitate to scoop a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

The taste of the potatoes that were stewed to perfection and pressed very soft, mixed with a hint of lard and just the right amount of salt, made him salivate wildly and whetted his appetite.

"Yes...right...not bad." Benson praised vaguely, "It's much more delicious than the one I had at the company last time. It was filled with cream."

This is one of my specialties... Klein accepted the compliment calmly:

"Thanks to the Welch family's chef for his guidance."

Melissa looked at the beef soup. The green basil leaves, green lettuce heads and white radish cubes were immersed in the colorless soup, hiding the soft stewed beef. The color was fresh and the aroma was tempting.

She forked a piece of beef, put it in her mouth and chewed it. She felt that it was soft and tender but still chewy. The slight saltiness, the light sweetness of the radish, and the spicy aroma of the basil together stimulated the deliciousness of the beef itself.

"......,......" She seemed to be praising something but couldn't stop.

Klein tasted it and thought it was delicious, but he also felt a little regretful. It was still far from his best. After all, some seasonings were missing, so he had to use other ones instead, which was bound to be weird.

Of course, even at its best, home-cooked meals are only adequate.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for Benson and Melissa, who had never seen the world.

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Klein picked up a piece of fried Tussock fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden brown and delicious, with the salty and oily flavors intertwined into one.

Nodding slightly, Klein tried another piece of stewed rhubarb and found it to be just OK. It could help alleviate the greasy taste of meat.

Finally, he plucked up the courage and scooped a spoonful of pea soup.

Too sweet, too sour... Klein couldn't help but frown.

But when he saw how satisfied Benson and Melissa looked after tasting it, he began to doubt his own taste and couldn't help but take a sip of ginger beer to clean his tongue.

After this meal, the three siblings all ate so much that their stomachs were bloated and they couldn’t get up from their chairs for a long time.

"Let's praise the goddess again!" Benson said with satisfaction as he took the last sip of ginger beer.

“Praise the goddess!” Klein drank the last of the wine in one gulp.

“Praise the goddess.” Melissa put the little bit of lemon pudding that she had been holding back until the end into her mouth and savored it.

Seeing this, Klein smiled while being slightly tipsy:

"Melissa, this is not a good idea. The best and most delicious food should be eaten right at the beginning. That way, you can experience its most delicious side. If you wait until you are full and your appetite decreases before tasting it, the taste will be compromised."

"No, it's still just as delicious," Melissa replied firmly and stubbornly.

The three siblings chatted and laughed, digested for a while, then cleaned up the plates, forks and spoons together and poured the oil used to fry the fish back.

After a busy day, one of them reviewed courses, one studied accounting knowledge on his own, and one continued to read textbooks and notes. They lived a fulfilling and satisfying life.

At 11 o'clock, the three Klein siblings turned off the gas lamp, washed up and went to bed.

…………

It was dark in front of him, and he felt confused. Suddenly, Dunn Smith, wearing a black knee-length windbreaker and a half-top hat, appeared in Klein's sight.

"Captain!" Klein suddenly woke up and knew clearly that he was in a dream.

Dunn's grey eyes were calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter:

"Someone broke into your room, took your revolver, cornered him in the hallway, and then handed him over to us."

Someone sneaked into my room? Did the watcher finally take action? Klein was shocked and didn't dare to ask more. He just nodded and said:

"OK!"

The scene before his eyes changed immediately, with chaotic colors appearing and bursting one by one like bubbles.

After opening his eyes, Klein carefully turned his head and looked towards the window. He saw a thin and unfamiliar figure standing in front of the desk, silently searching for something.