Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

But come to think of it, fried rice is simple, huh? In his past life, aside from eating convenience foods, the dish Durin liked to make the most was fried rice—due to its simplicity. A pot, a spatula, some salt, rice, an egg, and sausage; this combination constituted fried rice.


Do you think a hitman is someone who shaves their head bald, has a barcode tattoo on the back of their skull, and scams food and drink at banquets?


Moreover, the rice in the Lublin region is not bad, coupled with Durin's favorite smoked sausage and his own finely crafted salt, not to mention the delicious Lublin reed chicken eggs.


Ordinary ingredients paired with common cooking methods can still turn into a delicacy as long as the cook is skilled.


Chapter 28: Seven Hills Holiday