They all call me the Outer God

After doing all this, he suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Where did you pick it up from? Tell me the exact location, and I'll go there next time.

Riya: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything. For the first time in his life, he hated his lack of vocabulary.

In a sense, the smell of these money is much worse than the smell of several pits in the bathroom. It is difficult for Riya to defend James. He can only hope that he can take a more comprehensive shower next time.

"Wait, if he always pays me, won't I have to endure this stench all the time?"

Riya suddenly became alert and decided to tell James that he was forbidden to stuff money into his stomach seams next time he saw him.

This is an insult to wealth.

It is better to cut off the pockets than to use them.

"By the way, is there any kerosene for sale here, the kind used to fill kerosene lamps." Riya thought of the kerosene lamp at home, so he asked the boss.

"Yes, two svars a bottle, one bottle of 100 ml, how much do you need sir?"

"One bottle is enough, I will buy it again when it runs out. "

Just like that, after taking the cloth bag full of swar and the items he bought from the boss, Riya left the grocery store.

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

When he came back, he just caught up with Mrs. Steve preparing dinner.

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

Today's dinner was very rich. Compared with the usual wild vegetable soup with black bread, today's vegetable soup was added with mushrooms, and there were also a few round red apples on the table.

Seeing Riya coming back, Mrs. Steve asked him to go upstairs to put the things away and sit downstairs to eat together.

Riya did as he was told, and after going downstairs again, he searched his pockets and took out a bag.

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

"Why buy that thing? It's not durable. It's something that rich people use as drink spoons. "

Having said that, she still pushed Angna beside her. Angna put down the sour black bread in her hand and ran to Ria, who also handed her the bag of sugar cubes.

Angna was stunned, with a bit of uncertainty on her face.

"These are all for me, all of them?"

"Of course, there is no child of your age who doesn't like sweets."

"Ah! Brother Kercha is so nice, why didn't I notice it before!"

Because the one before was your real brother Kercha.

Ria answered helplessly in her heart.

Then, he saw Mrs. Steve walk into the kitchen and bring out a steaming food wearing thick gloves.

"Children, come and try my new apple pie. If you think it's good, maybe our bakery can launch new products in the future.

"It looks great, I think I can eat ten!"

Angna, with two sugar cubes in her mouth, sat in her seat and swung her legs, with her hands on the table holding an iron knife and fork.

She lowered her head without using her hands and sipped the vegetable soup from the bowl on the table. After savoring it for a moment, she was extremely happy and said in an unclear voice: "These sugars... make the bitter vegetable soup... sweet."

"What kind of way are you eating this?"

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

"I think they are the same. Maybe coffee is not as delicious as today's bitter vegetable soup. Wait, if it is added with sugar cubes, it can no longer be called bitter vegetable soup, but beet soup."

Puff--

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Steve put the apple pie on the table with a smile and tears, and used a knife to divide it into three uneven pieces. She kept the smallest piece for herself.

Riya gentlemanly gave the largest pie to Angela.

Facing the fruit pie on the plate and the other rich food, Mrs. Steve asked them to praise the sun before eating, otherwise they could not eat.

"It is the sun that has given us prosperity, life, and everything else. We should be grateful to it."

"Praise the sun," she said.

"Praise the sun," Ria and Angna said in unison.

After a simple prayer before the meal, the group enjoyed dinner happily. They gathered together to eat and chat about many things. Mrs. Steve really felt that Ria had changed a lot.

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

For example, the neighbor Mrs. Swenty quarreled with Mr. Jack again, the cat in Miss Rebe's house opposite gave birth to new kittens and was ready to give them away, and the stray dogs on the street bit the homeless again.

They talked very seriously, and Ria listened seriously.

The meal ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Mrs. Steve took the dishes away and put them by the sink to wash, and Ria and Angna offered to help.

But the narrow kitchen could not accommodate three people at all. Soon Mrs. Steve could not stand the crowded environment and drove them all out.

"You are the only ones who want to steal my work. You are dreaming."

She frowned angrily. 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 old lady." Angna muttered while looking at the kitchen, and then looked at Liya as if she had thought of something.

"My brother has finished the previous question. He asked me if there were any more questions to do?"

"Have you finished all of them?"

"Yes."

"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 come a day.