Chapter 668: Klein Returns
What on earth do those people who are even dumber than curly-haired baboons have the right to sit in the office of the municipal building and talk and dictate about things they have never seen?
Is it because of their clear stupidity?
Or because of their severely bald heads?
Or is it because of their innate sense of superiority and pretentiousness?
It's terrible.
Fortunately, the salaries of civil servants in Backlund are not bad, especially after the new ruler came to power, the salaries of low-level civil servants have increased three times in a year.
Well, for the sake of the cute little money, he will no longer be angry with the group of curly-haired baboons.
Oh, the new ruler is said to be quite young.
Benson chattered to Melissa about what he encountered at work.
For convenience and safety, Benson would pick up Melissa from school after get off work every day, and then take a bus back together for 6 pence.
Until they returned to the familiar streets, they chose to walk the last part of the way and chat together.
Every time Benson finished talking about his work, Melissa would talk about her life in school.
Family, something that sounds simple but is very luxurious.
"What I regret most now is that I didn't study hard. If my knowledge had improved a little, I might have been promoted further."
"You should understand that this kingdom is seriously lacking in talents, especially those with real talents and knowledge."
Click.
As Benson spoke, he opened the door with the key, "So the most important thing for you in school now is to study hard. Of course, more important than this is to learn to take good care of yourself first, such as rewarding yourself with a small cake every day."
Benson took out a carefully wrapped strawberry cake from his briefcase, shook it in front of Melissa, and then solemnly placed it in her palm before pushing the door to enter the house.
As soon as he entered the door, Benson habitually wanted to put down his briefcase and lie on the sofa to rest for a while.
He called this behavior the time to treat the curly-haired baboon's paranoia. He first solved the annoying emotions at work, and then he could love his family better.
But today, before he had time to do this, he was stimulated by the smell coming from the kitchen as soon as he entered the door.
At first, he was terrified and thought it might be a natural gas leak, so he protected Melissa behind him. Backlund had frequent natural gas leaks some time ago, causing several explosions and killing many people.
Later, he smelled it carefully and confirmed that it was the meaty smell emitted when cooking beef.
"When we went out this morning, we were stewing meat. Did you forget to turn off the fire?"
"No." Melissa gave a very affirmative answer. She looked around and said with a little fear: "It seems that there is someone in the kitchen."
As soon as she finished this sentence, there was a sound of cutting carrots, pumpkins and other ingredients in the kitchen.
"If it's a person, it's easy to deal with." Benson breathed a sigh of relief. He handed the briefcase to Melissa and lowered his footsteps. He first took a solid wooden stick hanging on the back of the door, which was as long as an arm.
First, he swung it twice in the air to try the feel, and then Benson tried to lower his footsteps and walked towards the kitchen.
He thought that if the thief chose to break into a house just because he was hungry, he would generously treat the other party to a meal, and then send him away politely, and would not call the police directly.
Although this is Backlund, there are still many homeless and poor people without a source of income.
In the past two years working in the city government, he has also seen a lot of such things at the grassroots level.
It seems that after the heavy snow that year, many factories closed down, causing many workers to lose their jobs.
Although the government later allocated a lot of relief funds, it slightly alleviated the embarrassing situation.
Benson thought in a complicated way, and when he approached the kitchen door, his thoughts changed to: "This thief's beef stew is very good. Just smelling the aroma of meat makes people hungry."
Unfortunately, their family does not need a chef, or more precisely, they do not need an outsider to intervene in their daily lives.
When Benson, who was holding a solid wooden stick high, saw the face of the figure who was still busy in the kitchen, the next moment, the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
Melissa, who was worried about Benson, rushed over and entered the kitchen.
"Oh, Benson, Melissa, the kitchen at home is still too small. You wait outside for a while. In about ten minutes, you can have dinner. You can wash your hands and clean up the shocked expressions on your faces, and think about the questions you will ask later."
Under such a familiar voice, Benson and Melissa left the kitchen and sat on the sofa blankly, looking towards the kitchen at the same time.
After a minute, or maybe three minutes, Benson and Melissa looked at each other, opened their mouths, but said nothing.
Benson's eyes turned red, he stood up tremblingly, and staggered towards the bathroom. He had to wash his face.
Melissa was the only one sitting on the sofa, pursing her lips tightly, her eyes were already wet.
After sitting alone for a while, she was restless and stood up, but she did not go to her own bathroom, but came to the kitchen door, her eyes were fixed on the figure who was about to finish his work.
It wasn't until Benson wiped his face and came out of the bathroom that Melissa returned to the sofa from the kitchen door. She looked at Benson for a few times, both of them understanding each other and saying nothing.
The hand of time seemed to be moving very slowly at this moment. It was only ten minutes, but Benson had to go to the bathroom several times.
Every time Benson went to the bathroom, Melissa would go to the kitchen door to guard in case anyone inside suddenly disappeared.
"Benson, Melissa, it's time for dinner." Klein came out of the kitchen with beef stew. Melissa just glanced at him and went to the kitchen of her own accord, bringing out the other two dishes. Mori set the tableware.
The three people were sitting in their respective seats as usual.
"I haven't changed much, right?" Klein touched his cheek. He hadn't used his original appearance for a while. When he looked in the mirror, he felt much stranger.
Benson and Melissa just shook their heads and did not speak.
"That's good. I'm afraid I'm too unfamiliar and you won't recognize me." Klein smiled and said, "If you haven't decided what to ask yet, you can finish dinner first. We still have a lot of time in the future. ”
"Benson, you have lost a lot of weight recently. You need to eat more beef."
"Melissa, it's time for you to grow up. Don't treat yourself badly when studying."
As Klein spoke, Benson and Melissa each filled a bowl of beef stew.
"You don't have to worry about money. My salary has increased recently. Now my weekly salary is about 22 pounds a week. If you add some living allowances and bonuses, my annual income has exceeded 1,500 pounds."
"It's higher than the salary of an average barrister."
"Benson, you've been wearing this suit for many years. It's time to change into a new one. There is a famous clothing store in the West End, and the craftsmanship is also very good."
"Melissa, you should also buy yourself a few new sets of skirts. Beautiful clothes are always an indispensable decoration for a girl."
"We should also buy a new big house, preferably with four bathrooms. As for hiring a chef or a servant, I don't think we can adapt to outsiders entering our lives yet."
"That's okay. My work is much easier now than before. I can get off work and go home at five o'clock every day. I have normal holidays on Saturdays and Sundays, and I also get half a month of annual leave every year."
"The working environment is also good. It is in the Hillston area, which is relatively prosperous and shopping is very convenient, except that the price is a bit expensive."
"Benson, you should have been there too."
"I have plenty of time. I can cook for dinner in the future. Of course, on Saturdays and Sundays, we can go out and enjoy specialties from different places."
"Eat some quickly, otherwise it will cool down. In that case, the taste will be much worse."
"My cooking skills haven't deteriorated yet, I hope."
"Come on, have a taste."
With a relaxed smile on his face, Klein spoke slowly.
He felt that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he started talking, he couldn't stop talking and wanted to keep talking until he finished all the things he had not had time to say in these years.
Benson and Melissa still didn't speak, they just ate the beef stew in the bowl silently. It tasted very good because it still had the same taste.
But it seems to have changed a bit, with a bit more mature flavor after precipitation.
After eating a few mouthfuls, Melissa could no longer hold back her emotions and lay on the table and burst into tears.
Benson was also affected by Melissa's sudden burst of emotion and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Klein just smiled and watched the scene. He had missed so much over the years, but fortunately, he was back now.
In fact, he really should come back earlier, earlier, and earlier.
But it's okay now, Benson and Melissa have been staying there waiting for him to come back.