A Change In Her Attitude
The look is not bad, and the sauce looks appetizing as well. But I wonder what it really tastes like.
With that in mind, Susanne felt amused by herself.
It’s just ravioli. How else could it taste like?
Shaking her head slightly, Susanne put the spoon into her mouth.
The next moment, her whole body got stunned by the heavenly taste.
Right away, she understood why those students made such comments before leaving.
Indeed, she felt so fortunate to be able to taste the ravioli.
It even made her recall the moments when she used to eat ravioli with all the family members while her
husband was still alive. Unfortunately, it was all memory now.
In an instant, she felt like crying.
“Mrs. Nightshire, how’s the taste?” Arielle enquired with a smile.
Susanne tried hard to recollect herself as she spoke elegantly, “It’s not bad.”
After making that dishonest comment, Susanne lowered her head and continued eating, not daring to
look Arielle in the eyes.
The ravioli was so tasty that she almost forgot her eating manners.
Soon, she put the last ravioli reluctantly into her mouth.
Just then, she bit onto something hard in her mouth.
She was shocked as she immediately spat it out. A coin fell into the bowl.
Just when she wondered why there was a coin, a clapping sound came from behind her.
She looked to the source of the clapping sound and saw Arielle smiling. “Congratulations, You’ve got
the lucky ravioli.”
“The lucky ravioli?”
Upon hearing that, Blake ran over with excitement. “Wow! You’re so lucky! There’s only one coin
among one hundred portions!”
Blake had never got in touch with Vinson’s family. Thus, he did not know Susanne’s identity.
Sasha, on the other hand, knew about Susanne. However, she had brought the customers to get their
drinks, so there was no one to remind Blake.
Blake continued to speak, “Aunty, could you please give the coin to me?”
“Give it to you?” Susanne looked somewhat puzzled. “It’s just a coin. Plus, I bit on it. Do you want it?”
“Yes.” Blake’s eyes lit up with passion. “Ms. Moore says this is the lucky ravioli! Whoever got this coin
will get lucky for the whole year!”
“I see…” Susanne met Blake’s eyes, and she suddenly shook her head. “No way then. I should keep
the good luck to myself.”
Blake was stunned momentarily and left unhappily.
Looking at Susanne’s gesture, Arielle suddenly felt she did not know the former. Why would she fight
over a coin with a kid?
As Arielle was left bewildered, she saw Susanne take the coin from the bowl and wipe it clean with her
handkerchief. Then, the latter passed it to her.
“Mrs. Nightshire?” Arielle could not comprehend what the latter meant at all.
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