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On the other hand, I struggled to eat steak because I was too busy holding the knife properly.
‘How long has it been since I had meat?’
Why can’t I eat it when it’s right in front of my eyes?
The thought of a large chunk of steak flies into the sky because it can’t be eaten makes me want to cry.
It was the first time that meat was served as a meal in Dahlia, so my mouth was watery just by the smell, but the thick meat was too tough to cut with my plump hands.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
Dietrich sat opposite me and had already emptied his bowl halfway, he tilts his head. He looked at the meat I tried slaughter and reached out his hand to take my plate.
“My mit.” [my meat]
He must think I’m not going to eat, so he’s going to eat it. I bowed my head with regret tears.1
‘Yes, it’s better for Dietrich to eat it, than not to eat it at all,’
“Where are you going?”
When I slithered down from the high dining table chair, Dietrich frowned while cutting the steak.
“Go up again.”2
He came down from his seat, put me on the road chair, and returned a plate of chopped steak.
I laughed as I looked down at the meat, which seemed more sparkly than before on a gold-glowed vine-carved plate.3
‘You took it to cut it off!’
I have to reflect on my suspicion about him for a moment because there was a history of he not giving out the rabbit meat caught in the past.5
“Detteli, thank you.”
He resumed the meal and ignoring my gratitude. I use a fork to stab the steak that has been sliced to fit the size of my mouth and I put it in my mouth.
“Uhh, delicious.”
It’s a taste that made me sigh. Even I, who had never eaten expensive meat was convinced that it was very high in quality just from the meat texture that melted gently in the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t eat while crying.”4
“Um.”
I held back my tears, breathing in Dietrich’s words. I don’t really want to cry.2
‘I think it’s hard to control my tear glands because I’m young.’
“Why would you give me meat?”
“It’s Derrick Lagrange’s birthday.”
Dietrich never referred to Derreck as his father.
‘Well, I wouldn’t want to call such a man father’s man.’
Can a man who has a child and doesn’t raise them properly, and doesn’t even know his child face properly be called a father?
‘I’ll pretend this is my birthday.’
“Yes, Princess.”
“Anissa wants pudding.” Marilyn bit her lips as though she was sorry. Her affection is mingled with her sweet aura.
“Dahlia doesn’t have any fancy desserts, Princess. Instead… I’m, um…”
“Instead?”
“Oat porridge! Baked oats and cookies!”
‘However, there’s no proper adult in this house.’
Of course, except Marilyn.
The face that was flushed with anger from the man was the first thing I saw it from under the thick bush. In the hands of the man who is as wide as a pan, there is a child who is very familiar to me. But that isn’t Yuric.
‘Dietrich?’