The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Oleg led Theresa through a series of winding paths, and finally they arrived at a quiet village at the foot of the mountain.

Theresa couldn't help but feel puzzled that the village was located at the foot of the mountain.

Since the village is here, why do Oleg and his family live on the mountainside?

Driven by curiosity, Theresa gently pulled Oreg's hand, first pointing to the village ahead, and then pointing to the mountain.

I hope to express my doubts through this simple gesture.

Oh, this way of expressing myself is so tiring.

"What's wrong? Oh, you want to know why the village is not built on the mountain, right? Am I right?"

Oleg watched Theresa's movements, trying to decipher her intentions and respond in his own way.

What a big devil to you!

"There are many reasons to live on a mountainside. The environment there is more peaceful and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle. Secondly, the mountainside offers a wide view overlooking the entire valley and the surrounding beauty. Furthermore, the air is fresher, which is good for your health."

Theresa listened quietly to Oleg's explanation, but she knew very well that he was talking nonsense!

How could there be any noise in the village at night? Everyone was exhausted after a long day of work, so how could they have the energy to make a scene?

The air in the mountains is fresher? So, can I go down and exercise every day?

"What are you looking at? Okay, okay, I admit that I just made it up. In fact, I don't know why only our family lives on the mountainside. We have lived there since I was born." Oleg said helplessly.

Since it was useless to ask, Theresa decided not to dwell on the issue and put it out of her mind.

Fortunately, the storm of war did not affect this place.

In the afternoon, there were not many villagers in the village. Each of them carried farm tools, and it was obvious that they were busy with farm work all morning and were preparing to go home to rest in the afternoon.

When the villagers saw Oreg, they greeted her warmly. Noticing that she was accompanied by a little girl, they stopped to watch for a while and then slowly left.

It was probably another child who was tragically affected by the turmoil of war.

Oleg and his grandfather's pastry shop is located in a corner of the village. It is quaint and warm. Although the store is not big, it is clean and tidy. A string of wind chimes hangs at the door, swaying in the wind and making pleasant sounds.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A pleasant sound of wind chimes was heard.

"Grandpa, we're here. Is the store busy this afternoon?"

"Not busy, not busy."

Grandpa Augustus walked out of the store, took off the hat on his head and put it on the shelf, and answered with a smile on his face.

As Grandpa Augustus spoke, he carefully examined the little girl standing before him and said with a smile, "This child must be Theresa, right? Ina came to tell me about her when she passed by the store. Judging from her appearance, she should be almost well now. Children's recovery ability is really amazing. Unlike that brat Oleg, who has to stay in bed for days when he gets sick."

When Oleg heard his grandfather mention him in front of Tracy, he immediately became dissatisfied.

He stubbornly retorted, "Can you blame me for this? Every time I feel unwell, you tell me to get some sun or go for a run, and then I just fall straight into bed after a run."

Grandpa Augustus ignored his grandson and laughed loudly. He wiped his hands on his clothes, then gently reached out and rubbed Theresa's pink little face.

Grandpa Augustus's hands didn't have many calluses, but were very soft to the touch. This feeling surprised Theresa.

Grandpa Augustus seemed to see through Theresa's thoughts and explained with a smile, "Although I'm a pastry chef, I also take good care of my hands. After all, dexterity and sensitivity are crucial to making delicious pastries."

As he spoke, he gently pinched Theresa's delicate face, as if her skin was like soft dough.

Uh huh...

Theresa made a grunting sound as she was being rubbed, but she didn't dare to resist.

There was no way. After all, Grandpa Augustus was his boss. Even if he felt a little dissatisfied, he had to swallow his anger.

"Stop kneading her, Grandpa. How can you treat her like dough? Look at what you've done to little Theresa's face."

Oleg, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and warned.

"Sorry, sorry, grandpa really treated you like dough just now, haha. It's mainly because it's been a long time since a child asked grandpa to pinch his face. When Ina was little, she would let people pinch her face, but unfortunately, now that she has grown up, she doesn't want people to touch her anymore."

Grandpa Augustus explained with a smile as he took out an exquisite little box from the container.

"Come here, these are all freshly made pastries, with all kinds of flavors and varieties. Grandpa specially hid these away, and didn't intend to sell them to anyone else. He kept them just for you!"

Grandpa Augustus handed the small box to Theresa, his eyes full of love.

"Okay, grandpa! I said that a piece of pastry was inexplicably missing this morning, which made me count it several times. It turns out that you secretly hid it." Oleg complained from the side.

Theresa opened the small box her grandfather had given her, and a sweet scent filled her nostrils.

The box is filled with a variety of exquisite pastries, including strawberry cakes, chocolate cookies, cream puffs, etc.

Theresa shook her head, swallowed, and suppressed the urge to eat.

After I found myself becoming like this, I became very interested in sweets. I knew that eating too much sweets would make me sick, but I had already eaten a lot.

But I still want to eat...

No, no. I'm here to work!

Theresa took out a small notebook and pen from a small pocket on her clothes. These were prepared by Ina for her.

"I'll eat later. I want to work here!"

Now is not the time to eat dessert. I need to find a job and integrate into human life.

But I just said I wouldn’t eat it now, and I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat it later.

Theresa tore off the paper and handed it to Grandpa Augustus.

Grandpa Augustus took a look, took the note, read the words on it, and then smiled kindly.

He touched Theresa's shoulder, nodded, and said, "Welcome to work in my grandpa's pastry shop. My shop is a little small, so the work might be hard. It's only busy in the mornings, but it's not so bad in the afternoons. I'll give you a higher salary."

"Grandpa is so biased. If he were a little taller, he would be almost the same as me."

"Why are you jumping like that, you grandson? Just do your job!"

"Ouch, I get it! Stop hitting me!"

Seeing this scene, Theresa felt relieved. At least she was integrating into human life.