I became a son-in-law in the United States

After his brother-in-law left, Luther could finally catch his breath and sit down to eat breakfast in peace.

Perhaps feeling stifled, the little guy was very curious about Luther, his cheap brother-in-law, and seized every opportunity to ask him all sorts of questions.

However, Luther had to admit one thing: he was very intelligent and very strong.

"Since we're already here, let's eat first." Luther sat down.

Before me was a long dining table, made of oak, which the servants had polished to a gleaming shine, almost reflecting one's image.

The tableware was made of silver and was quite heavy, with the Kennedy family's initials engraved on it in cursive script. The tablecloth was linen and was also neatly ironed.

Although the Greek chef wasn't good at making French cuisine, the breakfast was still quite substantial.

The fresh milk was in a glass bottle and emitted a rich milky aroma.

The freshly baked bread has a crispy crust and a golden color. When you gently break it apart, the aroma of wheat is released.

In addition to these, there are freshly made ham and bacon, yogurt, and some Mediterranean-style desserts.

Luther glanced at the table and saw that there were at least twenty dishes. This kind of treatment was comparable to that of the wealthy people in later generations.

Of course, this only applies to the wealthy people of this era.

The poor still have a very miserable life.

There were also poor people in the United States at that time, and their numbers were increasing.

They lived a precarious existence, enduring days of torment and suffering.

Breakfast might consist of pickled cabbage and a piece of savory bread, which must be eaten within ten minutes, because the factory's whistles don't wait for anyone.

They didn't have the leisure of the Kennedys, sitting at a clean table covered with linen, leisurely enjoying a delicious breakfast with expensive tableware.

As Luther ate, he remarked that before he transmigrated, he was considered upper-middle class, and he would feel the pinch even if he went to a Michelin-starred restaurant occasionally.

But compared to the scene before him, his quality of life was utterly insignificant.

As we were eating, a small figure came down from upstairs; it was a little girl of eight or nine years old.

She was wearing a floral dress, her light brown hair was loose, and she wore white socks.

The little girl has a round face and especially bright eyes. Occasionally, she makes funny faces and shows strange expressions.

This is Catherine, the youngest of the Kennedys.

Unlike her older siblings, Catherine has always been a loner, doing things her own way, somewhat like Noguchi from "Chibi Maruko-chan". Apart from Gia, she rarely gets close to anyone else.

This is not hard to understand. It is said that when she was born, old Joseph was away on a business trip (and was having an affair), and Mrs. Rose was sick. The whole family was busy and flustered, and the little girl was almost raised by Gia.

Of course, later there were various rumors that Joseph Sr. got together with a short woman from Hollywood and even made a movie together.

Mrs. Rose came from a prestigious family and valued her reputation above all else. Naturally, she was unwilling to air her dirty laundry in public, so she simply turned a blind eye.

In short, this family dynamic is distorted and far from the idyllic picture one might imagine.

At that moment, she walked to the dining table, looked at Gia, then at Luther, her curious eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"Aren't you... going on your honeymoon or something?" She hesitated for a moment before asking.

Luther was slightly taken aback, and Gia also put down her newspaper.

In the Roaring Twenties, honeymoons had long been a common lifestyle.

Especially after the couple got married, they would set off either on the same day or early the next morning.

Go to Niagara Falls, go to Florida, go to California, or even go to Europe.

This is standard practice for middle-class and above families and is an indispensable part of the wedding ceremony.

Clearly, Gia and Luther's unusual behavior at this moment caught the attention of their younger sister.

On the morning of the second day of their marriage, the husband sat at the dining table eating ham and bacon while the wife read the newspaper beside him. There were at least two seats between them, and they did not exchange a single word. This seemed like a sweet newlywed couple.

Nine-year-old Catherine was eccentric, but not slow-witted.

Upon hearing this, Jia put down her newspaper, turned around with a smile, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Catherine, I'm still a student. Even if I get married, I can't just go on a honeymoon whenever I want."

Her voice was steady and sounded reasonable.

Indeed, as she said, eighteen-year-old Gia was still a student, attending nearby Wellesley College.

This is one of the top women's colleges in the United States, located next to Harvard and MIT, and is known as the "cradle of first ladies".

When it comes to alumni of this school, there are many. Old Jiang's wife graduated from this school in 17, so she is considered to be Jia Ya's senior.

However, Luther had no good feelings towards the Song family. It was only because he had just transmigrated and didn't yet have the capital to cause trouble that he would have confiscated her entire family sooner or later.

That said, old Joseph had put in a lot of effort and money to get Jia into this school.

Jia is a very competitive person. She doesn't allow herself to fall behind in any subject. If she gets an A- in one subject, it's enough to make her depressed for a whole week.

Besides, she wasn't really keen on getting married in the first place. Joseph handled almost everything from start to finish, and she just went through the motions at the wedding without even asking for leave.

Now that the wedding is over and the show is over, she has no choice but to return to Wellesley College to continue her heavy and boring studies.

Catherine, with her keen insight, had her own thoughts. She didn't press the matter or argue, but simply stuck out her tongue at her sister, grabbed a boiled egg from the plate, and ran away like a butterfly.

The floral dress traced an arc in the air before quickly disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

After saying goodbye to their brothers and sisters, only Jia and Luther remained at the dinner table.

The servants discreetly walked away, trying not to disturb the newlyweds. Although they didn't know what was going on, they could still sense something was wrong when they saw that the couple wasn't as sweet as they had imagined.

The two looked at each other, and at first Jia didn't say anything, continuing to eat her breakfast.

After a while, perhaps sensing the awkwardness in the air, she still tried to explain as politely as possible:

"Mr. Luther, although the honeymoon is the most important thing for newlyweds, I'm sorry, but I really have to go back to Wellesley. The reading list for next semester has already been sent out, and there are more than forty required books for the course on English Literature History alone. The topic for the midterm paper has also been announced in advance. The professor is a very strict old lady, and I heard that she is retiring next year, so she doesn't intend to go easy on anyone."

That's the truth.

As the first of the Seven Sisters, Wellesley College is known for its strictness, and its students have excellent academic performance, which is inseparable from the school's almost obsessive requirements.

In Jia's class, everyone was like a clock that had been wound up tightly, running day and night.

She has to finish most of the reading list before the fall semester starts, or she will fall far behind.

"If you don't mind," she paused, then extended a less formal invitation to Luther, "you could give me a ride, and we could stop by Wellesley for a honeymoon, how about it?"

Her tone was tentative, unsure how Luther would respond.

They might be angry, or feel slighted, especially for an old European nobleman, this was certainly not in accordance with etiquette.

But Luther didn't react; instead, he readily nodded, as the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"OK."

"Really?"

Luther nodded.

Right now, I don't really have much of a presence in Kennedy's household, but I have plenty of time.

Old Joseph was busy running around, and Mrs. Rose spent her days either attending charity galas or getting treatments at beauty salons. The family could only get together briefly at dinner.

Therefore, he really needs to get closer to this family now.

Moreover, Jia is no ordinary person; she is his "wife."