They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 28 Dinner
After doing all that, he suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Where did you find it? Tell me the exact location, and I'll go there next time too."

Ria: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but couldn't say anything. For the first time in his life, he hated his lack of vocabulary.

In a sense, the smell of this money was far more unpleasant than the smell of the toilet bowls. It was difficult for Lia to defend James, and she could only hope that he would wash more thoroughly next time he took a shower.

"Wait a minute, if he's always the one paying my salary, am I supposed to keep putting up with this stench?"

Ria suddenly became alert and decided that the next time she saw James, she would tell him to stop stuffing money into his stomach.

This is an insult to wealth.

If you have pockets but don't use them, you might as well cut them off.

"By the way, do you sell kerosene here? The kind used to add oil to kerosene lamps?" Lia thought of the kerosene lamp at home and asked the shopkeeper.

"Yes, two Schwarzschilds a bottle, one hundred milliliters a bottle. How much do you need, sir?"

"One bottle is enough. I'll come back to buy more when it's empty."

And so, after receiving the cloth bag filled with Swarth's belongings and the items she had purchased from the shopkeeper, Ria left the general store.

Over the next few hours, he wandered around and bought some necessities before returning to his lodgings.

He returned just as Mrs. Ster was preparing dinner.

The door on the first floor was wide open, seemingly reserved for him.

Tonight's dinner was very plentiful. Compared to the usual wild vegetable soup with black bread, today's soup had mushrooms added, and there were also several round red apples on the table.

When Ria returned, Mrs. Stokes asked him to go upstairs to put his things away and then sit downstairs in the room to have a meal together.

Ria did as he was told. After going downstairs again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag.

"I bought some sugar cubes to enhance the flavor."

"Why buy that stuff? It's useless. It's something rich people use as a beverage spoon."

Even so, she still nudged Angna next to her. Angna put down the sour black bread in her hand and ran to Ria's side. Ria also handed her the bag of sugar cubes.

Angela froze, her expression showing a hint of uncertainty.

"These are all for me, all of them?"

"Of course, what child your age doesn't like sweets?"

"Ah! Brother Kelcha, you're such a kind person! How come I never noticed before!"

Because the one before was your real brother, Kelcha.

Lia gave a helpless answer in her heart.

Then he saw Mrs. Sterling go into the kitchen and, wearing thick gloves, take out a steaming hot dish.

"Kids, come and try my new apple pie. If you like it, maybe our bakery can launch new products in the future."

"This looks amazing! I think I could eat ten of them!"

With two sugar cubes stuffed in her mouth, Angela sat in her seat swinging her legs, her hands on the table holding a metal knife and fork.

Without using her hands, she lowered her head and sipped the soup from the bowl on the table. After savoring it for a moment, she was overjoyed and said in a muffled voice, "This sugar... has made the bitter vegetable soup... sweet."

"What kind of eating is this?"

Mrs. Ster laughed and scolded, "Those rich people enjoy coffee with sugar cubes, while you enjoy bitter vegetable soup with sugar cubes. Look how successful you are."

"I think they're all the same. Maybe coffee isn't even as good as today's bitter vegetable soup. Wait, if you add sugar cubes, then it can't be called bitter vegetable soup anymore, let's call it sweet vegetable soup."

puff-

Everyone burst out laughing.

Mrs. Stir, both amused and exasperated, placed the apple pie on the table and cut it into three rather uneven pieces with a knife, keeping the smallest piece for herself. Ria, being a gentleman, offered the largest piece to Angela.

Faced with the fruit pie and other sumptuous food on their plates, Mrs. Ster told them that they had to praise the sun before they could eat, otherwise they could not have a meal.

"The sun has given us prosperity, life, and all of this; we should be grateful to it."

“Praise the sun,” she said.

“Praise the sun,” Ria and Angela said in unison.

After a simple pre-dinner prayer, the group enjoyed their dinner. They ate and chatted together, discussing many things. Mrs. Sterle certainly felt that Ria had changed a lot.

He would talk about interesting things to make everyone happy, and everyone would share some trivial matters, big and small, with him.

For example, Mrs. Swindie next door had another fight with Mr. Jack, Miss Rebecca's cat across the street had new kittens and she was going to give them away, and the stray dogs on the street bit a homeless man again.

They spoke very earnestly, and Liya listened attentively.

The meal ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Mrs. Ster took the dishes away and placed them by the sink to wash, while Ria and Angena offered to help.

But the cramped kitchen couldn't accommodate three people at all, and Mrs. Stir soon couldn't stand the crowded environment and kicked them all out.

"You think you can take my job? Dream on."

She frowned angrily, and the sound of water rinsing the dishes came from the kitchen; she clearly didn't want anyone's help.

“Stubborn old lady.” Angela muttered to herself as she looked at the kitchen, then glanced at Ria as if she had just remembered something.

"My younger brother has already finished that question, and he asked me to ask if there are any more questions to do."

"Is it all finished?"

"correct."

"You didn't copy the answers, right?"

"Who would do such a thing?"

"Impressive," Ria praised her sincerely, then told Angena that he would prepare more practice problems for her brother so that he wouldn't have to worry.

Although it is difficult for women in this era to change their circumstances through knowledge, Ria is still happy to spread these things.

People who love learning should never be criticized.

He supported Angena, and Mrs. St. seemed to understand the truth, knowing Angena inside and out, and didn't say much.

A moment later, Mrs. Sterling's casual remark came from the kitchen.

"It's good to have you all at home, otherwise this old woman would probably be living a lonely life..."

"Don't say that, Grandma Ster! You'll definitely live a very, very happy life!"

Upon hearing this, Angela immediately refuted her words, stating that her family would definitely be able to spend every year happily, and that the future would only get better and better.

Poverty is only temporary.

In the future, they will go to the moon to sell bread.

Her fantasy was very unrealistic, but no one refuted her at this moment.

Everyone told her—

Yes, that day will definitely come.

An old man, a little girl, the little girl's brother, and a young man can go together to the surface of the moon and open the most luxurious bakery there to sell bread.

affim……

That day will come.

(End of this chapter)