They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 28 Dinner
After doing this, he suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Where did you pick it up from? Tell me the specific location. I will go there next time."

Riya: "..."

He opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but nothing came out. For the first time in his life, he hated his lack of vocabulary.

In a sense, the smell of the money was much worse than the smell of several pits in the bathroom. It was difficult for Ria to defend James. She could only hope that the other party could take a more thorough bath next time.

"Wait a minute, if he is the one who pays my salary all the time, won't I have to endure this stench all the time?"

Riya suddenly became alert and decided to tell James the next time she saw him that he should not stuff money into his stomach again.

It is an insult to wealth.

If you don’t need the pockets, just cut them out.

"By the way, is there kerosene for sale here? The kind of kerosene used to refill kerosene lamps." Ria thought of the kerosene lamps at home and asked the boss.

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

"Just one bottle is enough. I will buy it again when it bottoms out."

In this way, after receiving the cloth bag filled with shiva and the items she purchased from the boss, Riya left the grocery store.

In the following time, he went around shopping for some necessities and returned to his residence.

He returned just in time to catch Mrs. Stewart preparing dinner.

The door on the first floor was wide open, as if it was reserved just for him.

Today’s dinner was very sumptuous. Compared to the usual vegetable soup with black bread, mushrooms were added to today’s vegetable soup. There were also several round red apples placed on the table.

When Riya came back, Mrs. Ste asked him to go upstairs to put away his things and sit downstairs to have a meal together.

Riya did as he was told, and after going downstairs again, he dug in his pockets and pulled out a bag.

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

"Why are you buying that thing? It's not used. It's something rich people use to make drink spoons."

Although she said this, she still pushed Angna beside her. Angna put down the sour black bread in her hand and ran to Riya. Riya also handed her the sugar cube bag.

Angna was stunned, her expression a little uncertain.

"These are for me, all of them?"

"Of course, there's no kid your age who doesn't like sweets."

"Ah! Brother Kercha is so good at teasing people, why haven't I noticed it before?"

Because the one before was your real brother Kercha.

Riya answered helplessly in her heart.

Then he saw Mrs. Sturt walking into the kitchen and taking out a steaming bowl of food while wearing thick gloves.

“Kids, come and try my new apple pie. If you think it’s good, maybe our bakery can introduce new products in the future.

"Looks so good, I think I could eat ten!"

With two sugar cubes stuffed in her mouth, Angna sat in her seat and swayed her legs, placing her hands on the table and holding an iron knife and fork.

She lowered her head without using her hands and took a sip of vegetable soup from the soup bowl on the table. After a moment of aftertaste, she was filled with joy and her voice was unclear: "These sugars... make the bitter vegetable soup... even sweeter."

"What do you eat?"

Mrs. Smith laughed and scolded: "Those rich people taste coffee with sugar cubes. You taste bitter vegetable soup with cubes of sugar and see how promising you are."

"I think it's the same. Maybe the coffee isn't as delicious as today's bitter vegetable soup. Wait, if it has added sugar, it can no longer be called bitter vegetable soup. Let's call it beet soup."

puff-

Now everyone couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Sturt, dumbfounded, put the apple pie on the table and used a knife to divide it into three uneven pieces. She kept the smallest piece for herself.Leah gentlemanly gave the biggest pie to Angana.

Facing the fruit pie and other sumptuous food on the dinner plate, Mrs. Strait asked them to praise the sun before eating, otherwise they would not be able to eat.

"It is the sun that gives us prosperity, gives us life, gives us all this, and we have to be grateful to Him."

"Praise the sun," she said.

"Praise the sun." Riya and Angna said in unison.

After a simple pre-dinner prayer, several people enjoyed dinner happily. They gathered together to eat and chat, and talked about many things. Mrs. Stett also felt that Riya's whole person had changed a lot.

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

For example, the neighbor Mrs. Swindi and Mr. Jack quarreled again, the cat in Miss Rebel's house opposite gave birth to new kittens and was about to give them away, and the wild dog on the street bit the homeless man again.

They spoke very seriously, and Riya also listened carefully.

The meal ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Mrs. Ste took away the tableware and put them by the sink for cleaning, while Riya and Angna offered to help.

But the narrow kitchen could not accommodate three people at all, and soon Mrs. Sturt could not stand the crowded environment and kicked them all out.

"You're the only one who still wants to take my job, so you think so."

She frowned angrily, and the sound of water rushing over the dishes came from the kitchen. It was obvious that she really didn't want anyone to help her.

"Stubborn grandma." Angna muttered as she looked at the kitchen, and then looked at Riya as if she thought of something.

"My brother has already finished the previous question. He asked me to ask if there are any more questions?"

"Is it all written?"

"correct."

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

"Who would do something like that."

"Awesome." Riya praised her sincerely, and then told Angna that he would prepare more exercises for her brother so that her brother would not have to worry.

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

People who love learning should never be criticized.

He supported Angana, and Mrs. Sturt seemed to understand the truth and knew everything about Angana and didn't say much.

A moment later, Mrs. Sturt's light words came from the kitchen.

"It's good to have you at home, otherwise I, an old woman, might end up alone..."

"Don't say that, Grandma Ste! You will definitely live happily for a long, long time!"

When Angna heard about it, she immediately refuted her words and said that their family would definitely be able to spend every year happily, and the days in the future would be better and better.

Poverty is only temporary.

In the future, they will sell bread on the moon.

Her fantasy was unrealistic, but no one contradicted her at this time.

Everyone told her——

Yes, there will definitely be one day.

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

affim……

There will be such a day.

(End of this chapter)