On Thanksgiving Day, after Hugo was woken up by Charlize in the morning, he walked up to the fourth floor staggeringly and called Carl, "Charlize said it would take at least seven hours to make turkey today, and preparations must be started in the morning." So even the two boys were kitchen coolies, Hugo was calling Carl while looking at the decorations on the fourth floor.

The decoration on the fourth floor is simpler than the third floor. Not only because Joseph and Carl spend most of their time on the third floor, so many of the furniture they bought are placed on the third floor; it is also because Charlize is a girl who is usually treated as a man on the third floor, but it is still different. However, there is a guitar, an electronic piano and a set of drums placed on the fourth floor.

"Your roommate is still not here. I strongly doubt whether you are shooting 'the human-ghost relationship is not over'!" Hugo looked at the drum and took care of it very cleanly. It can be seen that the owner is often protected. There are various graffiti on the drum surface. Hugo can see skulls, totems and other styles, demonstrating the owner's personality.

Not only the drum set, but many patterns were also drawn on the guitar and electronic piano. The most conspicuous one was a whole red Western dragon on the side of the guitar, biting the pillow with its teeth and claws, which attracted the attention. I just didn't know whether these patterns were drawn by the owner himself or asked a professional to draw.

The owner's presence can be seen from these instruments alone, at least it means that this person really exists, but this also seems even more and more strange. Hugo has never seen this legendary roommate for more than half a year, and Charlize has never seen it. Only Alex has seen it a few times, which is really strange.

"His schedule is inverted from us, and you can't see it normally." Carl was not surprised at all. "Even we don't see him often at home, so we can only make judgments based on the increase and decrease of food in the refrigerator. I talked to him once last time, and he said that there are performances at night, and sometimes he has to go to other places to perform, so he doesn't stay at home often. Besides, musicians are not in the same circle as us."

It is because this roommate is studying music that Hugo is full of curiosity. Otherwise, he would not be interested in investigating even if he couldn't see Hugo.

"He disappeared yesterday, and it seems that he hasn't come back now. I don't know if he is spending the night outside or going home for Thanksgiving." Carl didn't know much about this roommate, and he could see that he had little communication. "Let's go, let's go down to help, otherwise Charlize will call downstairs again."

Hugo took his eyes off the instruments and turned around and went downstairs with Carl to help.

The roasted turkey you enjoy on Thanksgiving is very troublesome to make. It takes more than twelve hours from thawing to marinating in the early stage. Before going to bed last night, Charlize took out the turkey to thaw. After getting up this morning, he started to make the sauce, and then spent a long time smearing and marinating the turkey. By the time these processes were completed, it was already half past ten, and this was just the beginning.

However, the three young people gathered together and made dinner while chatting. The atmosphere was always very relaxed and warm. Compared to the awkward Thanksgiving day of family gathering together, such a festive atmosphere is even more enjoyable. Today, the three of them agreed to each other, each of them made a dish and then had a big meal together.

This agreement was originally a very good idea, and Hugo agreed with both hands, but soon Hugo began to worry. In fact, if he was asked to make Chinese cuisine, he could show off his skills, at least he would not be helpless. However, if he had Western cuisine, he would have a headache. These are two completely different cooking systems.

What’s even more depressing is that it is not the Internet era now. If you don’t understand, search for it and all menus will come out. Although Hugo has gradually become accustomed to life without a mobile phone or an Internet in the past six months, he still can’t help but grit his teeth at this moment.

In desperation, Hugo had to choose the simplest dessert, cheese-baked mashed potatoes. There were no too many processes, just grasp the temperature and time of the oven. As long as it was not burnt, it would be difficult to fail. Although compared to Charlize's roasted turkey and Carl's braised lamb chops with red wine, Hugo's cooking was too simple, but at least it saved Hugo a lot of trouble.

The sunset outside the window sank little by little, and the aroma of the dishes in the restaurant began to linger under the nose. Hugo cut the roasted turkey into a small part, then took a portion of the mashed potatoes he had made, put them on a plate and prepared to go downstairs. Charlize and Carl stood behind with a look of worry, "Hugo, are you sure you want to take it down to that old man? You know, he will never appreciate it..."

"Why not?" Hugo didn't think so much, and looked calm. "Today is Thanksgiving, and everyone gathered together to have a festive atmosphere. Although it is a bit impossible to invite Ernst to join us, and if he really joins, Uma will probably be panicked," Hugo smiled self-deprecatingly, which made Charlize and Carl helpless. "But what's the problem with sharing our prepared dishes with Ernst?" Hugo was about to turn around and added, "If your ghost roommate is here, I don't mind him joining us."

"He is not a ghost! He really exists!" Carl roared depressedly, but unfortunately Hugo did not intend to respond, so he opened the door of the room and walked out. Carl only saw Hugo's back and muttered depressedly, "I must let them meet next time."

In Hugo's opinion, Ernst on the second floor is likely to be celebrating Thanksgiving alone, which is too lonely. No one will like to be lonely, especially during festivals, especially elderly people like Ernst. So as a neighbor, just sharing a little bit of a meal and sharing the mood of the holiday together is nothing. As for Ernst's bad temper, Hugo believes that most of the reasons are probably due to Ernst's loneliness, where there is no terrible place.

Hugo came to the second floor with a plate and knocked on the door of Ernst's house. The dull sound echoed in the aisle, but the answer I got was silent. After about thirty seconds, no one responded. Hugo could only knock again. However, before his hand left the door panel, he heard a roar of evil voices coming from inside, "Who!" It seemed that Ernst was at home, and he was in good spirits and full of energy, but he just didn't want to pay attention to others.

"Hugo on the third floor." Hugo said, but unfortunately, this time it was a rock sinking into the sea. Obviously Ernst had no intention of responding to him. Hugo could only continue to say to himself, "Today is Thanksgiving. We made some turkey. Although the skills are not very good and I am not sure whether it tastes delicious, I still hope we can share it together, so I brought you some..."

"Get out!" Ernst's temper was still irritable. He was even unwilling to open the door, but he just roared through the door, and his kindness towards Hugo was completely rejected thousands of miles away.

Hugo could only sigh at the old man's bad temper, but he obviously had enough mental preparation, "I just showed my kindness as a neighbor..."

"I don't need it!" Ernst interrupted Hugo's words again and roared roughly, as if a word to Hugo would make him feel in pain. "Get out! Get out of my room and stay away from me!"

Hugo, who was regarded as a plague, was helpless. This situation was not surprising, so Hugo did not continue to insist, put the plate at the door, and said, "Okay, I understand. Anyway, sir, happy Thanksgiving!" After that, Hugo turned around and returned to the third floor.

After the sound of the door on the third floor being closed dissipated in the aisle, it took a while before the door on the second floor opened. Ernst's pale head was exposed from the crack of the door. Looking at the hot turkey and baked mashed potatoes on the ground at the door, hesitated for a long time, finally opened the door and picked up the plate, and slowly closed the door of the room.

Back on the third floor, Hugo walked into the hall and welcomed Charlize and Carl's inquiring eyes. Hugo shrugged, "He didn't open the door, I left the plate at the door."

Charlize and Carl both showed "I told you a long time ago", which made Hugo chuckled softly, and didn't say anything more, changing the topic, "Then we are next, Thanksgiving meal!" Hugo looked at the table full of dishes with his hands, his eyes full of expectations, "I should really let Joseph and Alex take a look, they will definitely regret it." Hugo showed a satisfied smile.

Carl picked up a special saw and started cutting the turkey, then divided it into a large piece and put it on the plate in front of Hugo, and filled it with Charlize and his plate. Hugo couldn't wait to cut a small piece into his mouth, and then chew it carefully. This was the first orthodox American family festival since Hugo traveled over, so he naturally looked forward to it.

Charlize looked at Hugo expectantly and kept asking, "How is it, how? This is my first attempt, there should be no mistake, right?"

Hugo coughed gently, as if he was savoring whether the turkey was shortlisted enough. "Well..." Hugo dragged the long tail sound, "I think it's very good. You and Carl should also try it. As expected, it tastes different when you taste it yourself." There was also an expression of enjoyment on his face, and he continued to chew it.

Looking at Hugo's enjoyment, Carl and Charlize quickly stuffed the turkey into their mouths, but after just biting two bites, Charlize couldn't help it and vomited it out directly, and Carl next to him followed and coughed violently.

After confirming that the victims were added two more, Hugo quickly picked up the water cup next to him and fed a large glass of water to relieve it. The handsome eyebrows were firmly entangled, "Charlize, did you knock over the black pepper bottle?"
Chapter completed!