The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 35 0035. Is your brother coming?

Early the next morning, Beomi deliberately got up early and went to the kitchen to knead the dough, which surprised Mrs. Maria who got up to make breakfast.

"You stewed beef again?" Mrs. Maria hated iron for being weak after smelling the smell in the kitchen.

In Mrs. Maria's opinion, Beomi is a good guy, smart, sensible and polite, and he takes good care of his younger brother.

But there is one thing: I don’t know how to save money!
Although Beomy explained repeatedly that the beef and fish were given to him, Mrs. Maria still thought that Beomy bought them herself to improve the family's food.

Although she also eats very well, she just wants to reprimand Beomi for this behavior.

"Make noodles today!" Beomi wisely didn't answer, and tried to change the subject!

"What kind of noodles?" Mrs. Maria stared at him intently.

"Just...noodles!" Beomi gradually felt guilty.

"Is it the food from Intis again?" Mrs. Maria asked.

"Well, it's Intis' special noodles!" Beomi nodded frantically.

"I didn't even know that a country like Intis still likes to eat beef!" Mrs. Maria's eyes were teasing.

"Maybe it's their traditional food! Yes, it's a traditional food. The Intis Beef Ramen is delicious!" Beomi said incomprehensibly.

"Do you think I, a housewife, don't know that Intis is an island country?" Mrs. Maria raised her voice.

"Peninsula! It's a peninsula! They also raise cattle!" Beomi tried to quibble.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Maria snorted heavily, standing behind Beomi.

"The noodles are finished. I'm about to start ramen noodles. Go and see if Almin is awake. This little guy has been lying in bed lately...".The timetraveler Bing Beomie Wu tries to expel the kitchen lord Mrs Maria from the kitchen...

"I'll see what you do!"

Eviction failed!
The traverser started pulling noodles in front of Mrs. Maria, the kitchen lord.

Seeing the noodles visibly thinning in Beomi's hands, Mrs. Maria felt a little miraculous.This little guy knows quite a lot...

Put the noodles into the pot, then take them out and put them in a bowl...the bowl is a bit small, it's okay, then put another bowl.Then pour the broth, sprinkle shallots, and slice the beef, all in one go!
"Dangdang, Beomi's special, Intis handmade beef ramen, complete!"

Then, Beomi put...two small bowls of ramen in front of Mrs. Maria.As a result, Mrs. Maria picked up the fork...

The serious disobedience almost caused Beomi to tear her apron...

Fortunately, Chinese cuisine has successfully conquered the kitchen lord of the mysterious world, and Mrs. Maria cried while eating.

Beomie was about the same age as her child who unfortunately died young, and Beomie also had black hair like that child...

Through the mist emitted by the Chinese cuisine, in Mrs. Maria's eyes, Beomi's figure gradually overlapped with her poor child who died young.

Unable to bear the atmosphere, Beomy said in a bit of a panic: "I'll go see if Almin is awake!" Then she turned around and left the kitchen with a little staggering footsteps.

When Beomie slipped up Arminty, who was bent like a silkworm baby on the bed, and supervised Almin washing his teeth, washing his face, and tidying up, when he walked to the kitchen again, he found Mrs. Maria ramen...

Hiss, the kitchen lord is so terrifying.

I only read it once, and it was actually pulled...not bad.

Three minutes later, each of the brothers had a bowl...a small bowl of ramen in front of them.

But it is obvious that the beef in the Almin bowl is more than that in the Beomi bowl, not only more, but also thicker!

Ignoring Mrs. Maria's upright eccentricity, Beomi hurriedly cleaned up the uneven noodles in the bowl in front of her.Then he went back to the bedroom amidst Almin shouting "One more bowl".

Compiled...the textbook for the second semester of junior high school.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Maria came in with Almin who had washed his face again. After asking Armin to listen carefully, he took the brothers' dirty clothes and prepared to go out.

"Mrs. Maria, your job in the factory..." Beomi thought about her choice of words before continuing, "Why don't you just quit!"

Then, he took out a dozen soli banknotes from the bedside, and put a dozen golden pounds on the table.

"Armin needs someone to take care of me. I need to go to work every day. I really don't have time, so I can only ask you!"

Mrs. Maria looked at the money on the table and shook her head, but said nothing.But he turned his gaze to Almin, who was full of expectation, and nodded.

"I..." Beomi suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I'll be back to cook at noon!" Mrs. Maria straightened her clothes: "Can you come back for lunch?"

"Yes... yes!" Beomi nodded heavily!

"That's good!" Mrs. Maria took one of the banknotes on the table: "I will make more of your share!"

"Beomi!" Armin pulled Rabeomi's clothes: "Mrs. Maria has already changed her job to the factory at the street corner because she comes back to take care of me every day!"

"You..." Beomi choked up a little.

There are actually several small workshops near the slums, and the one at the corner of the street is actually just a matchbox maker. The salary is pitifully low, only about two soli a day.

Beomie and the others had just moved here, especially during the days when Beomie was recuperating, Mrs. Maria's job was actually at the spinning mill two streets away, and her salary was about five soli a day.

In order to take care of Almin conveniently, the lady even gave up a higher salary, which moved Beomi a little.

"You are so old, how can you still cry?" Mrs. Maria folded the money on the table and put it in Beomi's hands: "You are a little man! I know you can earn money now, But you still need more money, Armin has to go to school in the fall, and you also need to find a decent house, after all... you can't live here forever, this is a slum in Backlund!"

"I will quit my job and stay at home to take care of Almin until he goes to school!" Mrs. Maria patted Beomie on the shoulder: "Let's start this afternoon!"

"Okay!" Beomi put the money back on the table: "These are the money I hired you to take care of Almin. After all, Mr. Aroben said: even kindness needs to be paid. This is the price of conscience!"

"Okay!" Mrs. Maria nodded slightly, agreeing.

"Go work hard, lad!"

"Ok!"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the backyard of the pawn shop opposite the Nancheng Branch...

Beomie changed the luncheon meat recipe again, telling Bob to keep stirring the mixture vigorously in the big bowl.

Bob worked very hard, especially after Beomy promised that luncheon meat could be substituted for lunch, this big man began to work hard with a big wooden stick.

Luncheon meat, a cross-age food, is actually used to fill the gap between ordinary starchy foods and meat products. After all, there is still a big gap between the prices of meat products and ordinary starchy foods.

Canned beef and canned sea fish, in Beomi's vision, belong to the kind of high-end strategic materials specially provided for the military.In addition to the procurement of supplies for the army, the demand for meat in a mega-city like Backlund with millions of people is quite astonishing.The working class may not be able to guarantee that they will have meat every day, but they will occasionally buy all kinds of meat to improve their meals and enrich their tables.

Moreover, in the era of industrialization, the spending power of the working class is still very stable.Their spending power may not be comparable to that of the nobles, but their population base is thousands or even tens of thousands of times larger than that of the nobles, which is also a huge market.

In consideration of the broad private mid-end market for canned products in the future, Beomi developed targeted products and successfully ordered the luncheon meat product.

When making product ingredients, there must be meat fiber, but it is not the main ingredient. The main ingredient is actually starch, and some pigments and food additives that Beomi found out from memory. As long as they are fully stirred, they will be cooked. Large pieces of [artificial meat].

I don't know why, Bob, a stubborn guy, actually thinks that luncheon meat tastes better than beef. He killed less than half of the batch of luncheon meat that was trial-produced yesterday.

You know, when Baomi made it, she made it according to the amount of ten catties.After making it, after discussion, I tried various common cooking methods of frying, roasting and mixing, but Bob ate nearly half of it by himself.

"This thing won't be finished until the afternoon. Are you sure you'll arrive in the afternoon for those large iron boxes?" Beomi sat down on the sofa after putting down the things in her hand, and asked Alan who was dozing off.

"The youngest son of Ronald's housekeeper ran this matter himself, and he will never delay the matter! You can always trust the style of Ronald's family!" Allen leaned on the couch and took a nap, handing over the matter naturally Give it to the person you trust the most.

"That's good!" Beomi picked up the black tea on the table and poured a cup.

This is iced black tea, which he made himself.When making the canned fruit recipe, he made several sweeteners and black tea powder by himself.Finally, I got rid of the sweet and greasy black tea that Harry likes. When I drink it, I just need to rinse it with water, which is convenient and quick.

It's a pity that Alan can't enjoy this kind of fashionable drink of modern civilization, and even Harry doesn't like it. Only Bob agrees with Beomy's opinion, and he often has tons of tons.

"I won't eat here at noon, I'll go back, and I'll drive the carriage away!" Beomi greeted Allen.

"When are you coming back?" Allen heard that Beomie was going back, and immediately sat up with a solemn expression on his face: "You must come back early in the afternoon, my brother will come today, he said he wanted to chat with you !"

"Your brother?" Beomi was a little strange: "What are you talking about?"

Wouldn't it be about embezzling public funds and enriching private pockets?It's not enough, just a few catties of beef... add a little tin at most, and add a little pepper.

The Beckman family can't be so stingy!
"By the way, Beomie, have you considered when to get married?" Allen suddenly brought up a topic.

(End of this chapter)