The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Hey, Sister Ina! You really don't know how busy we are in the morning. I'm not bragging, but Grandpa and I are both exhausted. If we hadn't stocked up in the middle of the night, we would have made even more money."

Oleg hung his white apron behind the gate, revealing his short sleeves and healthy muscle lines. There was still a little flour on his face, but he couldn't help but smile proudly.

"It smells so good! The whole yard is filled with fragrance. Did you use the herb? You wouldn't use it unless it's an important occasion, right? By the way, how's that little girl?"

"You'd better go wash your face first, otherwise she'll see you looking like a flour monster. Where's my cake? The little girl and I haven't eaten yet."

Ina was washing Theresa's coat in a wash basin in the yard.

It’s hard to imagine what this originally white coat has gone through to become what it is today.

Ina was a seamstress with a keen sense of touch for all kinds of fabrics. She rubbed the clothes, feeling the texture of the coat in her hands.

This is a rare cotton and linen blend fabric that has both the softness and comfort of cotton and the durability and breathability of linen. To make such a coat, it not only takes more time and cost, but also requires high craftsmanship.

Ina had once made a similar dress for a nobleman, and she had saved the leftover fabric to make a few face towels for herself! Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh.

Look at the sunflower pattern on this coat. I heard that nobles would embroider their family emblems on their clothes. It seems that this little Theresa must be of noble birth.

"Huh? Why is there no hot water at home? I remember I prepared some water yesterday."

Oleg planned to wash his cheeks with hot water. He looked around and found that there was a lot of hot water in the bucket, as well as some angelica petals.

"Hey, there's such a big bucket of water here! And there are flower petals floating in it. I'll scoop a basin to wash my face. Sister Ina shouldn't mind."

The petals of the angelica gave off a faint fragrance. After Oleg finished washing, he felt that his face was covered with a fresh fragrance.

However, he didn't seem to notice that there was a little girl standing behind him. She was staring at him with a slightly complicated expression, and the comb in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.

Originally, Theresa had just finished taking a shower and was standing in front of the mirror, planning to carefully comb her gray hair and admire her beautiful face.

But at this moment, a man with flour all over his face suddenly rushed out.

What is even more unexpected is that this person, without saying a word, actually... actually picked up his own bath water to wash his face!

Theresa's cheeks flushed instantly. Is this guy a pervert?

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Oleg."

After Ina finished washing the clothes, she opened the door and walked in.

"I've run out of hot water."

"What? There's no hot water. What kind of water should I use?"

Oleg muttered doubtfully, and at the same time raised his head to look at Ina, as if he had just noticed that there was someone standing behind him.

His eyes were instantly attracted. The girl in front of him was as beautiful as a goddess descending to earth.

Theresa had just finished a shower, and a few drops of crystal clear water were still hanging on the ends of her wet hair, shining and dazzling like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning. Her skin became more delicate after being steamed by the heat, as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat white jade, revealing a healthy and charming rosy luster.

Her neat and slightly curly short hair outlines a playful and cute line under the sunlight, and a few strands of hair casually fall on her forehead, adding a bit of lazy beauty to her.

Oleg's face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple, revealing the shyness and timidity that only little boys have.

Seeing this, Theresa quickly hid behind Ina barefoot, only sticking out her little head, looking at Oleg curiously and timidly.

Being stared at so directly by a strange man, Theresa felt uncomfortable and even a little scared.

What's more, this guy actually used his own bath water to wash his face. He is simply a super pervert!

"This is the girl from yesterday, Theresa. Oleg, you're not using little Tracy's bath water..."

Ina's expression showed a hint of disgust.

"No, I...let me explain. You're called Little Tracy, right? This was a complete accident! I'm not that kind of pervert, Sister Ina! Please help me explain it quickly, so that her first impression of me won't be that I'm a pervert."

Oleg was a little incoherent, his face flushed, and he waved his hands and shouted anxiously.

"Yes, yes, yes! Little Tracy, are you hungry? Brother brought some delicious pastries, all homemade, clean and hygienic. Come...come and eat!"

What little Tracy? Her name is Theresa. She is just a pervert who washes her face with her own bath water. Why is she calling her so affectionately?

Theresa hid behind Ina, her eyes full of vigilance.

Oleg hurriedly went out to get some cakes and handed them to Theresa.

"Well, Tracy, don't get me wrong. I really didn't mean it. This is a delicious pastry I brought specially for you."

Theresa looked at Oleg, then at the pastry in his hand, and carefully took it.

She took a bite and her eyes brightened instantly.

This thing is so special, it’s so soft and sweet, and tastes very similar to glutinous rice cake!

Maybe it’s because I ate fruits for many days in a row in the forest, and I haven’t tasted such sweetness for a long time.

Before long, Theresa had devoured the small piece of cake without leaving a single piece.

Seeing how much little Theresa enjoyed eating, Oleg finally felt relieved.

He then placed a whole bag of pastries on the table and spoke generously.

"You're welcome, just eat! There's still plenty here. If it's not enough, I'll go make some more with Grandpa this afternoon."

Hearing this, Theresa felt a little more at ease.

You're a good person! I'll forgive you for now.

So, she sat down in the chair with a clear conscience, tightly grasped the cake with both hands, and began to devour it madly, as if she wanted to make up for all the hunger accumulated in the past few days at once.

Hmm...wait, isn't this a bit too informal? After all, this is someone else's house.

Humph! Never mind, just consider it as my bath water paying for my meal!