The next morning, Hobart bid Klein farewell and took the first train to Backlund out of Tingen City.
By the time he returned to Backlund, it was already half past ten in the morning. Taking a rental carriage back to Blanca Street took another half hour or so.
Neither Miss Hugh nor Fors was home. They had left Hobart a note on the table saying they would both return at noon.
After waiting for over ten minutes, Fors returned first. She had found work as a chef's apprentice at a dining room on the next street over.
To be honest, as long as this Writer could overcome the temptation of her recliner, she was actually quite capable of taking action.
For lunch today, Fors made the fried squid she had just learned. She cut up the squid, washed it clean, mixed it evenly with the seasonings, then tossed it into hot oil. Its fragrance could be smelled all the way out on the street.
By the time Xue returned carrying bread, the squid was nearly done frying.
She briskly tidied up the dining room, then sat there like a well-behaved child, waiting for the meal.
After bustling about for a few more minutes, Fors brought the squid to the table.
None of the three had a habit of praying, so they immediately began eating.
Hobart took a bite. It tasted truly excellent. The hot oil had brought out the squid's fresh fragrance, while the seasonings removed its fishiness and preserved only its smooth, savory flavor.
But why was it bread again? Hobart decided that he had to make some flatbread that evening, or go out and buy some rice to cook.
Thinking of this, Hobart found it rather strange. Since this world had Cultivators, why had they still failed to