Mystery: The whole good living master

Although the process may be a bit bumpy, and although Benson is still struggling, the task of inviting Klein to play Stardew Valley has been successfully completed, and it has been exceeded - Melissa and Benson will also join the farmer's team.

Before Mu Fange went to the blacksmith shop (Seinnetel) to make new equipment, Mu Fange had to continue to make lunch for Melissa, but everyone was there today, so he had to make lunch for four people.

Melissa proudly showed off the shiny little iron pot like a little kid: "Look! I ate it all!"

Mu Fange cooperated by widening his eyes: "You ate it all by yourself!?"

Melissa straightened up and stood on tiptoe: "Yes... yes, I ate it all myself."

Mu Fange looked at Melissa with a wicked smile: "Wow, didn't you give any to Mr. Benson? Mr. Benson is so pitiful..."

“I…am…not…that…” Melissa blushed and stamped her feet anxiously.

Mu Fan Ge held Melissa where she was and went to the public bathroom to wash the vegetables by himself.

Klein looked at Benson, smiled awkwardly at his brother, and then backed up and chased after him.

……

In a bowl that looked old, there was a pink pork tenderloin and a beef brisket covered in white fat and fascia, which were placed outside the window and frozen hard.

There was half a head of Brussels sprouts left over from before, a head of lettuce, three tomatoes, a potato... and a knife for peeling.

These two dishes are very simple, stir-fried pork tenderloin with lettuce and beef brisket stewed with tomatoes. There are no onions, ginger and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell of the meat, but fortunately the meat of livestock improved by the new Balam is delicious. However, one is a stir-fry, and the sautéed garlic is enough to remove the fishy smell of the meat, and the other is a stew. After washing and blanching and adding the sour and sweet tomatoes, it will definitely not be too bad.

Since the basin was full of water to defrost the meat, Klein became the new basin, responsible for taking the peeled potatoes and lettuce, as well as the washed tomatoes and Brussels sprouts.

Coming back from the public bathroom, Mu Fange regretted while cutting lettuce why he didn't leave half a carrot as a side dish for the stir-fried lettuce a few days ago. It would have looked so beautiful in red and green.

Melissa took on the task of tearing the Brussels sprouts by hand. Klein was roasting tomatoes in the stove so that he could peel them. Only Benson was standing by and couldn't help. Poor Benson, he could only sit in a chair and read the newspaper awkwardly.

Lettuce is an annual or biennial herb of the genus Lactuca in the family Asteraceae. It is divided into leaf lettuce and stem lettuce. Common lettuce, green bamboo shoots, tribute vegetable, romaine lettuce, and romaine lettuce... are all variants of lettuce. The lettuce that Mu Fan Ge bought is more similar to the lettuce he ate before he traveled through time. He peeled off the leaves and skin and cut it into diamond shapes, which is just right for stir-frying.

In fact, Mu Fange also found various kinds of lettuces in the market in New Balam, some of which were even taller than Mu Fange himself. But even if he were beaten to death, he would not dare to buy such large lettuces to feed his cats.

When stir-frying lettuce, you must pay attention to the heat. It must be fried until cooked through, but not overcooked or soft. The key words for delicious stir-fried lettuce are crisp, sweet and tender. The shiny fat forms a thin film on the surface of the lettuce. No oil is needed, just sprinkle some light salt and it will be very delicious.

Mu Fange, who usually doesn't cook for himself, is only good at cooking white people's meals, the kind of cooking method that doesn't even require the food to be cooked, and one can be considered cooking as long as he can make various green sauces, white sauces, oil and vinegar sauces that are delicious even when dipped into shoe insoles.

As for the Chinese cuisine that is rich in oil and sauce, stir-fried over high heat, and thickened with starch, it only remains in the theoretical stage of labor cooking classes. Fortunately, Mr. Corish is strong enough and is not afraid of burns. Mu Fangge does not have to worry about the pot being too heavy. At least he can toss the wok as he pleases!

Mu Fangge was very confident in himself. At worst, he could just steal the memories of a few Morettis and ask the Amon chefs to cook a dish of it, substituting a cat for a prince. It didn't matter who cooked it, as long as it was edible.

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"Cut the beef brisket into pieces, don't cut it too small, put it in cold water, blanch it, and skim off the foam... Yes, this is the key to removing the fishy smell. It will be more convenient if there are green onions and ginger."

Theoretical expert Mu Fange is "instructing" Melissa on how to stew a very delicious tomato and beef brisket stew.

"Then take out the beef brisket and clean the pot. We will stir-fry the tomatoes later. This step can fully release the sour and sweet taste of the tomatoes."

Mu Fange carried the pot to the public washroom again, followed by three Moretti. It was noon now, and many of the neighbors who shared the house were here to fetch water and wash vegetables. They greeted Melissa.

Mu Fangge carried the pot back as if no one was around, with the three Moretti still following him. It felt strange, like a fox followed by three chicks chirping and calling for their mother.

……

Beef, tomatoes, potatoes and cabbage leaves were bubbling in the small iron pot, and the sweet, sour and fragrant aroma filled the small house with the steam.

Klein put the lid back on the pot. It would take at least another half an hour to simmer.

Four people were either squatting or standing around the small coal stove, staring in a daze at the flickering red charcoal fire, each thinking about their own things, and no one spoke.

Mu Fange was concentrating on waiting for lunch, Klein was occasionally stealing glances at "Ms. Almana", and Melissa was observing how often Klein stole glances at "Ms. Almana". Benson did not hide his intention and simply stared at "Ms. Almana" in a trance.

What made Benson feel strange was that Miss Almana had a magical aura that reminded him of his mother who had passed away many years ago. When "Miss Almana" used her fair hands to cut vegetables, fry meat, and make soup, those young and beautiful hands reminded Benson of his mother. It was a gentle and loving maternal radiance. What was even more confusing was that he actually felt the long-lost maternal love from a girl younger than himself? This was obviously illogical.

So Benson opened his mouth unconsciously and said what was in his mind: "Almana, I feel like you are at least thirty years old."

It turns out that Klein's ability to speak with his mouth is an inheritance from the Moretti family. Benson's mouth has apparently grown up, and it will automatically say terrible things at the "right" time.

Melissa's eyes widened - this was so rude that Melissa began to doubt whether the etiquette education she received since childhood was correct.

Mu Fan Ge didn't think much about it. He blinked his eyes: If he remembered correctly, he traveled through time while playing games. He was lying on the bed wearing a virtual reality helmet, preparing to play the latest game. He remembered that he should be 29 years old, but the virtual reality game has a time flow difference, one day can be regarded as two days, so the three years he spent in Lingyun Jianghu can be regarded as six years, so he can also be 32 years old now. I didn't expect Benson to be so accurate in judging people...

Wait a minute? Three years?

The latest game release?

Something's wrong...

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Mu Fange's not-so-bright mind, and he realized that there were some illogical parts in his memory.

Normally, the human brain will automatically classify and organize various memories, string them together in time, and rationalize cognitions that may not be completely consistent with reality. However, Mu Fange's memories are obviously inconsistent and even contrary to common sense!

First of all, since the release of the world’s first “virtual reality game” Lingyun Jianghu, the entertainment industry around the world has completely stagnated, as if it were blocked by Zhizi. For three whole years, not a single new game has been released! Film and television works, cultural products, and even self-media are all created around the subject of Lingyun Jianghu…

Is this reasonable? This is obviously unreasonable!

How did a game like "Lingyun Jianghu" cause the world's culture to stagnate for three years? Has everyone's brain been kidnapped by this game? Working in the real world during the day and enjoying their second life in the game world at night?

There have been no new games for three years, so where did Mu Fange's memory of the newly released games come from?

Why did he become addicted to the world of Lingyun Jianghu for three years? During this period, he did not play any other games, and no new games were released. No one even noticed the absurdity in this... Why did Mu Fan Ge suddenly stop playing Lingyun Jianghu? Why did he suddenly play another game?

Mu Fan Ge remembered that he had always been playing virtual reality games in the game cabin. He didn't even have a bed at home. In that memory, he was lying on the bed wearing a virtual reality helmet...

Wait a moment……

Whose memory is that?

Mu Fange felt that his memory was full of fog, with chaotic threads tangled together, impossible to sort out or cut.

Did I lose my memory? Did I get hurt?

No, I'm done with Adam.

Is it possible that part of my memory is fictitious? Or has it been rewritten by someone?

As for who this old pervert who can change people’s memories is?

Is there any need to ask? Only Adam can be worthy of this honor! Hesitating for even a second longer would be disrespectful to the great Angel of Imagination's ability to manipulate behind the scenes!

But will Adam...know about the VR game and weave a memory full of holes for him?

If Adam knew that Mu Fan Ge was a visitor from another world...

Or maybe Mu Fan Ge didn't come from another world at all...

Oh my God…I’m going to die, die, die, die!

Mu Fange shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the horrifying idea of ​​self-reproduction from his mind.

There is no time to lose. After all, the problem is serious. Mu Fange decided to go to Adam to find out the truth now.

"I have something to go out for. The meal is ready, you can eat first, no need to wait for me." After briefly saying this, the "slippery" Miss Almana stood up, passed three people, and went out in the blink of an eye. Before the three Moretti could react to what happened, "Miss Almana", who could be their mother, had disappeared.

But the matter is not over yet. Benson, who was stabbed in the back by his own mouth, does not know what kind of storm he will face next in this family where his younger brother is the father and his younger sister is the mother.

…………

"Adam!"

"Adam, come out here!"

"Adam, you are such a big-eyed guy, I didn't expect you to do such a thing behind my back!"

"Adam, explain it to me!"

The God-forsaken Land was filled with crazy screams.

Mu Fange captured Adam in the Church of Bones. After the problem of the spiritual overflow of the original body Amon was solved, Adam moved the Church of Bones from New Bairam back to the God-forsaken Land.

"Speak clearly! You can't spread rumors!" Adam stepped back on tiptoe and stretched his neck, trying to distance himself from the crazy Amon, but it was of no use. The white monk robe Adam was wearing was pulled longer and longer.

"What did I do? I didn't do anything!"

Adam really couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Sea of ​​Chaos. Although Adam did have plans to make some arrangements on the crazy Amon No. 3563, so that this out-of-control thing could maximize its benefits and die harmlessly, the key point was that Adam's plans had not yet been implemented and were only in the conceptual stage.

The plan at the conceptual stage was seen through by the target? This is unreasonable, isn't it? Could this crazy Amon read my mind? Or did he steal my memory? Crazy Amon is so scary!

Adam took a deep breath, and then imagined some exciting scenes in his mind that would shock anyone who saw them.

But Time Worm No. 3563 did not respond.

The verification failed. Crazy Amon cannot read minds or steal Adam's thoughts.

Adam's mind was infinitely relaxed at this moment - could it be that he had become a dreamer? So the plans he had conceived would be directly projected into reality?

So can I now hope that this crazy Amon in front of me disappears right here?

Obviously not, the crazy Amon has not disappeared and is still grabbing Adam and yelling at him, so Adam is not a dreamer yet.

……

Mu Fange sat on the bench in the Church of Bones, looking at Adam warily.

Adam squinted his eyes, covered his head, and looked like he had a headache.

"You mean to say that your memory is inconsistent and there are major cognitive errors?"

Mu Fange nodded.

"Your mind is obviously contaminated, or you have accumulated so much madness that your sanity has disappeared!"

Adam decisively chose not to take the blame.

"I am very sure and certain that my sanity was full at that time, and I was sober and normal." Mu Fange reiterated. There were indeed many things around him that made his sanity evaporate as quickly as boiling water, but fortunately, the cute Klein cat kept his sanity recovering, and now he could barely break even.

Adam didn't even look at him. "How can you be sure you're awake? I don't think you're normal now!"

Would a normal Amon run to the God-Forsaken Land and grab Adam's clothes and yell at him? No!

Mu Fange stood up and stared at Adam closely, nose to nose, like a large flounder.

"It's not you?"

Adam took a deep breath and tried not to laugh, but of course, he couldn't laugh at all.

Although Adam had done this kind of thing many times in the past, this time it was not Adam who did it. Adam, who was wrongly accused for the first time, was a little upset: "Is my reputation really that bad? How could you assume that I must have done this?"

"If it's not you, then who could it be?"

Mu Fange sat back on the bench and eliminated everyone one by one. Among the people Mu Fange knew, the only person who could be compared with Adam was Tianzun. If Tianzun really did it, then the situation would be irreversible...

Adam felt a little guilty. He silently repeated the names of several collaborators in his heart, hoping that the reason why Amon's memory was wrong was purely due to madness.

Mu Fange stood up like a zombie, letting his legs drag him slowly out.

"Have you found the culprit?" Adam raised his eyebrows.

Mu Fan Ge shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's not important anymore."

Adam didn't respond: "What?"

Mu Fange spread his hands and said, "Anyway, it has already happened. Even if we find out who did it, the problem cannot be solved, so there is no need to continue thinking about it."

"Then why did you come to see me?" Adam touched his forehead in confusion and disbelief.

"To let out some emotions." This answer is simple and clear, but very aggressive.

Mu Fan Ge waved goodbye to Adam and said, "I'm leaving now. I can still make it in time for lunch if I go back now."

Adam said calmly into the air, "I want to hit him."

"It's too late. He has already opened the door and left." Amon in the air replied.

"Where did he go?" Adam gritted his teeth.

Amon, who was hidden in the air, pinched his eye sockets and said, "In this direction... it should be New Balam..."

Adam was like a pufferfish, bulging visibly.

…………

Mu Fan Ge did not go to see Sennetl as Adam imagined. He just went to New Bairam to buy two bottles of ginger beer and a bottle of apple cider vinegar.

As soon as Mu Fange climbed up to the floor where Moretti's house was located, he saw the "depressed" Benson squatting at the door, like a poor old father who was kicked out of his home.

"I apologize for my impoliteness." Benson cleared his throat, and then saw "Miss Almana" carrying three bottles as if nothing had happened, and realized that things did not seem to be what he understood.

"Where have you been?" Benson asked.

"Buy drinks." Mu Fan Ge replied.

This feeling came back - Benson scratched his thinning hairline. It was a kind of pain that was difficult to understand and communicate with, as if he was talking to a foreign native.

No, even better, Benson looked at Mu Fan Ge desperately. It felt like I asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch and she replied that she didn't like riding in a public carriage.

No, maybe it should be a little more irrelevant...

Benson opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

"Why are you standing here?" Mu Fange didn't know what kind of responsibility an elder brother needed to bear in this world full of malice towards his elder brothers.

Benson didn't know what to answer her. He silently opened the door behind him and stuffed Mu Fan Ge and the drinks she bought into the room. "I'm going to find Klein and come back."