Chapter 195: Can I Have One More Bowl?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Gloria nodded. “Thank you.” Yabemiya’s smile seemed to have lightened her mood.
She was a little curious, though. How can a half-dragon’s smile be so natural and carefree? It seems she doesn’t have to worry about a thing.
“You’re welcome,” answered Yabemiya with a smile. She went off to serve someone else.
“Go ahead. It’s best eaten hot,” Lucia said, smiling. Something has changed inside her.
It’s so cruel for an 18-year-old girl to have to feel like dying inside. I think the only thing standing between her and a happy life is her freckles.
Lucia spooned some tofu pudding into her mouth. She closed her eyes with a smile as the soft food melted.
She wanted to savor every bite since she only got to have one bowl each meal.
Gloria looked at Lucia, and then at the white bowl before her. It was made of fine porcelain, much better than the ones on the market. There was only one set of bowls in her house that could compete with this one.
They had been made in Rodu. Her father cherished them very much, and only used them when important guests came to visit. When her little brother broke one last year, her father had punished him by making him kneel for an hour and not speaking to him for days. He is using such fine bowls to serve food, Gloria thought.
I guess it makes sense since his crystal window, crystal chandeliers, wood tables and chairs, and paintings on the wall are all absolutely excellent.
But is the food here worthy of such grand decoration? Is it as magical as Lucia said?
Gloria picked up her spoon. The syrup on the top was giving off a sweet smell, tickling her nose. The white tofu pudding with golden-red syrup was basically a work of art.
Her spoon cut through the food easily. The syrup slowly streamed down into the hole she had just made, while the tofu pudding shook mildly in the spoon.
Gloria hesitated for a while before lifting her veil up and bringing the food into her mouth. She had done it so carefully that no freckles had been revealed.
The tofu pudding melted in her mouth almost instantly, and the syrup completed it. The sweetness spread on her tongue, stimulating her taste buds.
Gloria’s eyes lit up. It’s so sweet! I think I tasted honey. It’s made from soybeans? But how? I’ve never eaten anything like this before.
It’s just so good!
Gloria took another bite, and then another, and another…
She smiled. The normally cold girl was smiling out of happiness because of the food.
Now, she felt that this trip was well worth her time whether the food could cure her freckles or not.
She had never felt so good eating food, and she hadn’t smiled so genuinely for many years. She felt like she couldn’t refrain from smiling. It was a heartfelt pleasure. I should live for this food, if nothing else.
Lucia smiled as Gloria scarfed down her food. She took her time with hers.
Gloria’s spoon clattered in the bowl. She lifted her head. “Whew, it’s so tasty! Can I have one more bowl?” she asked Lucia.
Lucia shook her head. “I’m afraid you can’t. It’s limited to one per person for each meal. He turned me down when I offered to pay 10 times the price yesterday, and he turned down two powerful magic casters’ request for a second helping.” She turned to look at Amy, and added, “No one is allowed to eat two bowls except her.”
Gloria was taken aback. He is so different.
Suddenly, her left cheek felt cool as if being iced. Her eyes widened.
It’s working? Her hands were shaking with excitement. She raised her left hand to touch the cheek. It feels cool, but are the freckles fading? I wish I had a mirror now.
“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Lucia asked softly.
Gloria nodded vigorously. “Yes!” she answered in an excited voice.
Lucia held her hand. “Don’t worry. It’s a sign that the skin is being repaired. It will last about 10 minutes.” Her arms and chest were also feeling cool now.
“Okay,” Gloria said, looking at Lucia. She was trying to calm herself down, but the thought of finally being able to get rid of her nightmare was making her heart pump with excitement.
“Your Yangzhou fried rice, please enjoy,” Yabemiya said, putting down two plates before them and taking the empty bowls away.