Chapter 171
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 171 Thinking Of Buying
Yvette held her chin with both hands. âMr. Snow, is this your attitude when asking for help? Donât forget,
you want me to lend a workbook to your sister! If you donât accompany me, I wonât lend it to you. Iâll call
the driver now to pick me up.â
âSuit yourself.â Eric stood up, ready to leave. He sounded a bit displeased.
Yvette panicked. She immediately sat down next to Eric, tightly clutching his arm, refusing to let him
leave.
When threats didnât work. Yvetteâs demeanor softened. âMr. Snow, canât you just spend half a day with
me? Iâm all alone during New Year.â
She grabbed Ericâs arm, swaying it and acting cute. âPlease, Eric!â
Yvette rarely called him by his name. Usually, she addressed him as âMr. Snowâ or âold man.â
He was around seven to eight years older than her and was indeed older.
As soon as Eileen arrived, she was taken to a place where the entire floor was filled with stalls. and
food vendors. However, the environment wasnât particularly pleasant.
The tables were littered with discarded plastic containers, and gnawed bones were strewn on the
ground. A few stray dogs were darting about by the roadside.
In the air, apart from the delightful aroma of food and spices, there was a mix of other unpleasant
smells.
However, the majority of the unpleasant smells were masked by the aroma of the barbecued skewers.
Stepping on a bone, Eileen looked down and felt disgusted, not knowing where to place her foot. âElm,
what kind of place is this? Why did you bring me here?â
âWhat a drama queen.â Elm reached out and grabbed her wrist, âMs. Eileen, be careful not to let the
crowd separate us.â
Elm led her through the food court and into an alley. After a while, they gradually left the crowd, and the
area became quieter. Away from the crowded people, Eileen felt like she could breathe fresh air again.
They arrived at a black door that was wide open. It was a clean, small restaurant. However, there were
only two tables with customers at this hour.
âWeâre here!â
Eileen asked, âAre we here for a meal?â
think? With you El raised an eyebrow and let go of her hand. âWhat else do appearance, can you
endure eating there?â He patted the dust off his clothes.
your
delicate
Eileen shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. âIâm not used to it yet. Iâve never been here before,
and my father doesnât allow me to cat such things.â
âThatâs enough. Letâs head in, Ms. Eileen!â
They found a table. As soon as they sat down, Elm grabbed some napkins, wiped the table a few
times, and threw them in the trash.
âWhat do you want to eat?â
âRavioli.â
âMs. Eileen, arenât you tired of eating ravioli every day?â
Eileen was puzzled. âHow do you know I eat ravioli at home every day?â
Elm hesitated for a moment, then quickly responded, âYou said it yourself. Anyway, donât overthink it.â
He called out, âTwo servings of ravioli, please.â
The owner responded, âGot it!â
Eileen looked around, seemingly filled with curiosity about the new things around her.
âIs Will really that strict with you? He doesnât let you eat anything. If you want to eat, no one
can stop you.â
The owner soon served them piping hot ravioli. The two of them seemed quite familiar with each other,
chatting in a dialect she couldnât understand.
âIs this young lady your girlfriend?â
âNot yet, but⦠Iâm trying.â
âYou better hurry then. Bring her over whenever you have the time.â
âSure.â
After the owner left, Eileen asked him, âDo you know the owner?â
Elm nodded. âYeah. I know. I used to come here often.â
Oh, okay.â She thought that someone as picky as Elm wouldnât come to a place like this.
Eileen didnât really mind. It was just that the restaurant was hard to find as it was located in an alley.
After a few minutes of eating, the other customers had already paid their bills and left.
Only the two of them remained in the restaurant.
The owner was an old man in his sixties or seventies. Now idle, he wore reading glasses and seemed
to be mending something. The thread in his hand couldnât pass through the needleâs eye, so he called
Elm for help. âI need your help. I canât see.â
Elm had just finished eating. He wiped his mouth and stood up. âWhat are you sewing? Let
me see.â
âItâs a top that got torn by a nail last time. With a little mending, it can still be worn.â
âWhere is your wife?â
âOh, sheâs out walking the dog. She wonât be back for a while.â
Eileen noticed Elm settled in the seat just vacated by the owner. He picked up an old, blue garment,
which looked like it had been worn for many years.
Eileen hadnât expected Elm to be skilled in sewing. After finishing his meal, she walked over and
watched him threading the needle. He skillfully handled the needle and thread. seemingly experienced.
Elm looked up to meet her gaze. âWhatâs wrong? Havenât you seen someone sewing before?â
Eileen nodded. âI didnât know you could sew. Elm, youâre quite amazing.â
Elm chuckled and replied, âItâs nothing. You learn it when you do it a lot.â
In his family, old clothes would be thrown away, and there was no chance of wearing them again.
Elm seemed strange in every way. With tattoos visible on his arms and that somewhat rogue
appearance, he didnât look like a good person at all.
Eileen couldnât quite put her feelings into words as she watched him sew.
All she could say was that he was really quite a remarkable person.
When it was time to play, he would be the wildest of all. He never took things seriously at school
However, when he was serious, he could learn how to sew.
Eh hd such a good job mending the sleeve that she couldnât see any trace of the thread.
The owner kept praising him, âGood job, Elm.â
Elm responded. âYouâre welcome.â
When they were about to leave, the owner declined Elmâs money.
Ehn agreed outwardly, but when the owner went into the kitchen, he discreetly retrieved two one-
hundred dollar bills from his wallet and placed them in the drawer before their departure.
On the main street, they engaged in various games. One involved shooting bullets, where popping a
small balloon would cause a doll to fall. Elm displayed remarkable accuracy, hitting the target every
time. Consequently, Eileen received a large doll.
They went fishing and played hoopla.
All the prizes from those games were given to her.
She could barely hold them with both hands.
However, she couldnât possibly take them back with her.
She had to ask Elm to deliver them to the small house she rented.
After two hours, they had only explored half of this lengthy street.
When they grew weary from playing, they would indulge in grilled squid and blue cheese from the
street vendors, along with various snacks she had never tried before.
Eileen remembered the half-eaten candied apple from earlier. She turned around excitedly and asked,
âElm, where is the candied apple I was eating?â
âI finished it.â
âYou finished it? How could you? It was mine!â
Elm raised his left eyebrow slightly. âHereâs the other half of the grilled octopus balls and tuna roll.
Thereâs also a skewer, half a fried sausage, and half a crispy hash brown. Which one do you want? I
already ate half of the leftovers for you. If I could have eaten more, I would have thrown them all away.â
Eileen felt a bit embarrassed and said, âShould we eat slowly then? I wonât buy more,â
Elm chuckled. âAre you seriously considering buying more?â