No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 37: You’re Really Lucky
And I promise the taste will be the same as when the original owner made it.
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On the dining table, there was only a pot of braised pork and two bowls of white rice.
The original owner, Hannah Winter, was not good at cooking, but for George River, she made the effort to learn.
On George’s birthday, she prepared a whole table full of dishes for him, waiting happily for his return.
But it wasn’t until late at night, when all the food had grown cold, that he finally came home.
He didn’t taste any of the dishes. Instead, he just said coldly, "Don’t do this. She doesn’t, and I don’t like it."
Upon saying that, he went upstairs.
Who can’t?
Other than Tiffany Lynch, no one else.
Because the one he loves can’t do anything, she doesn’t do it either, because Hannah being like that isn’t herself.
A substitute should constantly erase her own personality and get infinitely close to the person she replaces, until the day she is discarded.
"Louis, is it delicious?" Hannah propped her face, watching the young man across the table with full concentration.
After just one chopstick of the pork on the table, Louis put down his bowl.
Hannah worried and panicked, "Does it not taste good?"
"Sister, it’s too greasy." The young man looked at her with his clean eyes, his voice still as innocent as ever, as if he would never know how hurtful his words could be.
As expected, hearing the young man’s comments, Hannah immediately felt embarrassed, lowering her head, "I’m sorry, I didn’t do a good job."
"It’s okay, I don’t like it anyway." Louis cleaned his hands leisurely with a napkin.
Hannah stunned, lifted her head to look at the young man across her, somewhat confused, "But isn’t braised pork your favorite dish?"
The action of the teenager paused, "I don’t like it anymore."
No, he has never liked it, he even hates it.
It was because of this dish of braised pork that he was tricked into the neighbor’s house.
So, now when he sees this dish, he feels sick, nauseous.
As for why he told Hannah that his favorite dish was braised pork.
Perhaps it was because she, like this dish, disgusted him.
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Louis seems particularly quiet after dinner.
After tidying up everything, Hannah saw him sitting in a corner of the living room, hugging his legs, burying his face in his knees, his face obscured.
From Hannah’s angle, all she could see was his messy black hair, somewhat reminiscent of a fluffy pet dog abandoned by the roadside.
"Louis?"
Hannah approached, this time not touching his head unbidden.
Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened.
The sound insulation of the old residential building was not good, sometimes even the next door’s movements could be clearly heard.
Like right now, it seems like the family next door is cooking, and the sounds of children playing can be heard. It’s lively, the hustle and bustle of the city.
But it’s quiet here, so quiet that it unsettles Louis. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Hannah approached and her shadow cast over Louis. Not lifting his head, his voice was muffled, "Are you going back, sister? I’ll be the only one left here again, right?"
The teenager’s voice was filled with an unnoticeable melancholy. Hannah crouched down, "My school has a curfew at night. I can’t stay outside too late."
After a long while, the teenager finally lifted his head, his eyes both clear and beautiful, yet his gaze was somewhat scattered, "That’s nice. You’re really lucky, sister. Some people don’t even have the chance to go to university. From young to old, all they get is endless scolding and beating. What they see is the dark side of the whole world, the fearful and disgusting dark side. You’re really lucky."
