The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"The child must be starving."

Ina, who was standing by, watched Theresa wolfing down her food, and she also picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake to taste. The familiar taste was still as delicious as ever.

"Um... Sister Ina, has little Tracy fully recovered? Is there any sequelae?"

While watching Theresa wolfing down her food, Oleg lowered his voice and asked Ina cautiously.

Ina frowned, thought for a moment and said.

"Well... she might have some difficulty speaking, but there's no need to worry too much. But you better keep your mouth shut!"

"Have trouble speaking? Wouldn't that mean I'll become mute..."

Oleg cried out, then suddenly realized Theresa was looking at him, so he quickly changed his words.

"Ah! How can you eat cakes without milk? Wait, little Tracy, I'm going to buy you some milk!"

After saying that, he turned and ran out the door.

"Maybe he forgot to tell you his name. His name is Oleg. He has a grandfather, whom we all call Grandpa Augustus. This is their home."

"Don't be fooled by Oleg's carefree appearance. He's usually very kind to others. I still remember when I first came to this village..."

Ina told Theresa many stories about her arrival, such as her first meeting with Oleg, how he helped her find a shop to support her, her experience as a tailor, and the various customers she met.

It seems that this girl likes Oleg very much. Theresa noticed that Ina's eyes lit up when she talked about him.

Alas, how could I possibly meet a girl whose eyes only belong to me?

Theresa swallowed the snack in her mouth and was about to make a sound, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only make a hoarse whimper.

"If you have anything to say, just write it down. I'll get you a pen and a notebook later."

Bang!

"Come...little Tracy! Fresh milk!"

Oleg held the door breathlessly and put the milk on the table.

"What are you doing? Slow down! Little Tracy, drink first. I'll help him get some rest."

While scolding Oleg, Ina helped him into the room as he was out of breath.

Watching their interaction, Theresa couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart.

They are related!

Theresa watched all this silently, then picked up the glass of milk and drank it all.

Huh? The milk is still warm. Could it really be freshly squeezed?

"Look how tired you are. Don't you have to go over and help in the afternoon? If you collapse now, what will your grandfather do?"

In the room, Oleg was lying comfortably on the bed, while Ina was sitting beside the bed, holding a fan, and fanning Oleg constantly.

"I just want to show my concern for little Tracy..." Oleg smiled foolishly on the bed.

After a long moment, Oleg sighed heavily.

"This morning, while selling cakes, I noticed a lot of unfamiliar faces in the village, most of them children. I think their situations are probably the same as little Tracy's. For various reasons, they had to flee here alone, without the protection of their parents, and finally luckily came to this village."

"So? You want to be a nice guy and give away everything in the store for free, right?"

"What are you saying, Sister Ina? I'm not from that kind of church, so how can I have spare money? I have to support my family first before I can take care of others. Besides, I'm saving money to marry you!"

Oleg smiled at Ina in a frivolous way, and his look made people feel that he was not serious.

Hearing Oleg's words, Ina's face suddenly turned red. She hit Oleg with her fan and said coquettishly: "Really, who would want to marry you?"

There was a barely perceptible hint of joy in her voice.

Oleg chuckled, seeming very satisfied with Ina's reaction. He said solemnly, "I'm serious. When I save enough money, I will definitely marry you. Then we'll have a child who will be as beautiful as little Tracy."

"Look how beautiful you are."

Although Ina said this, she felt very sweet in her heart.

She turned her head, trying to hide her inner joy, but suddenly found Theresa looking at the two of them.

"Ah, little Tracy. When did you come in? Have you finished your cakes?"

Ina asked in surprise.

When did Theresa come? That's a good question.

Did they talk about how there were many homeless children like themselves in the village, or did they look forward to the future and plan to give birth to beautiful children like themselves?

"Is there any work you need me to do? I'm capable of doing it!" Theresa wrote on the paper with a pen.

If you want to live in the human world, the best thing to do is to integrate into life and find a job for yourself.

With Theresa's current appearance and height, it would be difficult for her to support herself in the human world. Just because she is a little mute and has a little facial paralysis, who would want her?

Unless it's not a serious job.

"How about this, little Tracy? You can come work in my bakery. Room and board are provided. I'll ask Grandpa to give you a higher salary. Yes, I am partial!"

Oleg looked at the little girl holding the notebook in front of him and felt happy.

"Thank you! I will work hard!"

Then she raised her head, facing Oleg with her young and innocent face, and tried to force a stiff smile.

Although this smile was not natural, Oleg couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Pfft! What a cute little kid. Well, welcome our new employee, Miss Theresa! Next, please ask Miss Ina to prepare a suitable work outfit for our lovely little sister, how about that?" Oleg turned his head to look at Ina beside him and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll definitely bring it over tomorrow. I really have to leave now, otherwise it'll be too late. I'll come back when the sun is about to set, and you'll have little Tracy to serve me then."

As Ina spoke, she began to pack her things. She had indeed stayed here for a long time. After all, she also had her own work to do.

"Well, it's almost time, let's go. Tracy, I don't think I'll be too busy this afternoon, so you can practice. Grandpa will definitely like you as a new employee!"

Oleg got up, took off the white apron behind the door, and took Theresa to his own pastry shop.