This transmigrator's memory actually had many aspects that made Lane feel regretful.
Because many important things existing in this memory, this transmigrator only knew about them but didn't know how to make them.
For example, according to the understanding of the original owner of this memory, the "essential for transmigrators" soap formula, and the steam engine that could change the current civilized constraints, and so on...
However, it's fine like this. Lane can enjoy his retirement life with peace of mind instead of carrying some heavy fate or something.
Coming to the kitchen, although the kitchen here wasn't as "modern" as in that transmigrator's memory, it was sufficient for cooking a dish.
Many seasonings needed in that memory could also easily find substitutes.
Well, although not knowing the exact taste, looking for it based on the described taste in the memory would definitely be approximately correct.
Taking the ingredients that Darrie just bought, Lane rolled up his sleeves and started cooking personally, planning to make an ordinary home-cooked dish.
The taste should still be a little lighter. People here couldn't stand too heavy flavors.
As soon as the ingredients were put in the pot, Darrie's eyebrows slightly knitted. She could tell at a glance that Lane's movements in cooking weren't very skilled.
But as the aroma of the ingredients spread, Darrie's eyebrows relaxed again.
Also, it was said that Mr. Lane had been a knight for ten years. It was normal for some skills to be rusty.
"It smells so good!"
Daisy poked her head out, and somehow held a fork in her hand and reached towards the pot: "Let me taste!"
Lane knocked on Daisy's head with the knuckle of his index finger: "This is for the young lady. Ours is in the next pot."
"Uhehe..."
Daisy covered her head and giggled.
So silly...
After silently complaining in his heart, Lane continued to stare at the dish in the pot.
After a moment, seeing that the dish was almost done, Lane took the plate handed over by Darrie, placed the dish on it and carried it to the dining table, poured a cup of hot milk, and then went to knock on Nanali's door. Nanali had been holed up in her room the entire day, and no one knew what she was doing.
"Young lady, it's time to eat."
The door was slowly pushed open. Nanali, who walked out, first looked up at Lane with her aqua-blue eyes, then withdrew her gaze and silently walked towards the dining table without saying a word.
Although Nanali didn't speak, in Lane's view, this should also be regarded as Nanali tacitly acknowledging his identity as her personal butler.
Following behind Nanali, when Nanali sat on the chair, Lane tied a napkin for her and handed her the knife and fork.
To be honest, throughout this process, Lane seemed rather clumsy, making the two maids watching on the side struggle to hold back their laughter.
What is this...?
When Nanali saw the dishes on the table, she was startled for a moment, then looked towards Lane.
Nanali was still very clever; she could tell at a glance that this was not a dish made by Darrie.
After all, the dishes Nanali usually ate were very simple. This dish, in comparison... was a bit too complicated.
And it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing.
Lane explained with a smile, "This is a mysterious dish I learned from another country. I hope it suits your taste."
At the same time, Lane was also thinking in his heart, should he find some time to grind a few pairs of chopsticks?
After all, there were many more cuisines in his memory, and it would be too troublesome to continue using knives and forks.
Nanali nodded, picked up the knife and fork, and looked at the dish that was really quite ordinary in appearance, falling into a moment of hesitation.
Could this new butler be trying to poison me? As for Lane, Nanali had actually learned a bit about him before he came back.
He was the adopted son of Old Lamb, a knight for ten years. As for what happened during those ten years, no one knew.
And on the very day of Lamb's death, Lane just happened to return here, which inevitably raised some doubts.
The aroma of the dish wafted out, and Nanali couldn't help but take a sniff.
It smelled... like it might actually be quite good?
After hesitating, Nanali first tried to take a small bite of the dish Lane had made.
The next moment, Nanali's petite body visibly stiffened.
An unprecedented taste exploded on her taste buds, with umami, saltiness, sweetness, and the flavors of various ingredients and seasonings mixed just right, making one not feel greasy at all.
Delicious!
Darrie and Daisy also visibly stiffened.
But soon, Nanali relaxed and continued to eat the dish in small bites.
However, compared to earlier, Nanali was eating much faster.
Sure enough, she was still a child...
Lane stood behind Nianai with a sly smile.
Daisy, watching Nanali eat, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
The sound of swallowing was loud; if Nanali wasn't deaf, she would definitely have heard it.
Darrie covered her face with her hand, feeling embarrassed for her younger sister.
Soon, the food on the plate was eaten clean by Nanali.
Looking at Nanali putting down the knife and fork and starting to wipe her mouth, Lane asked with a smile, "How was the taste?"
"... Average."
Avoiding eye contact with Lane, Nanali spoke in a low voice. There was also a bit of emotional color in her tone.
From this perspective, Lane felt that Nanali was still very cute.
Having a recalcitrant personality... Honestly, Lane hadn't seen where Nanali had a recalcitrant personality until now.
If talking about having a recalcitrant personality, Lane in the past was much more recalcitrant than Nanali.
After dinner and sending Nanali back to her room, Lane returned to the dining table and found that the tableware had already been taken by Darrie to wash.
Daisy pounced and hugged Lane's arm: "Mr. Lane, I'm hungry!"
Lane shook his arm and found that he couldn't shake off Daisy at all. He sighed: "Don't you have any sense of distance from people, girl?"
"I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"
"Okay, okay. I'll cook for you. Sit here properly."
"OK!"
Hearing this, Daisy immediately sat upright like a primary school student in the seat and looked at Lane with blinking eyes.
Coming to the kitchen, Lane picked up the remaining ingredients and started to cook the next pot of dishes. This time, it was for three people.
After Darrie finished washing the plates, she also came to help Lane.
"Mr. Lane, I hope you don't mind Daisy too much... She was like this with Mr. Lam before. Presumably, she has placed you in Mr. Lam's position."
Looking at Daisy sitting obediently at the dining table, Darrie said softly:
"The passing of Mr. Lamb... must have been a great blow to Daisy. In fact, before she saw you, Daisy had been in a very gloomy mood."
Hearing this, Lane paused his cooking movements for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, I won't dislike her."
On the contrary, Lane quite enjoyed it.
After all, ten years as a knight, every day surrounded by a bunch of smelly men, if one said they didn't look forward to interacting with the opposite sex, that would definitely be a lie.
It seemed Old Lamb had also considered this, which is why, before sending Lane to the knight group, he had been keeping Lane away from contact with the opposite sex.
But... Lane had the memories of a transmigrator in his head.
Those memories held a strong desire for the opposite sex, and countless erotic images, like projections from a projection stone, which made Lane feel a stomachache during his knight career.
In general, the owner of these memories was a very degenerate person. It seemed that many things commonly considered harmful to the body, the owner of these memories had come into contact with.
If that guy really succeeded in possessing him, who knows what he would do with his body.
At the thought of this, Ryan couldn't help shuddering.
He still needed to be self-disciplined. He must be self-disciplined.
He couldn't let the desires brought by this memory break through his rationality.