Chapter 1179 - 542: "Mom

Chapter 1179: Chapter 542: "Mom

Someone said, there’s nothing more beautiful than a girl’s blush.

But there’s a rather important condition—

She shouldn’t be blushing out of embarrassment.

"Haha! Cough...cough!"

Teresa, caught off guard, blushed furiously and coughed awkwardly a few times before finally managing to cough up the piece of potato stuck in her throat, looking at her mother with a face full of resentment.

"Mom!"

The firewood crackled in the stove; the firelight made the stone walls of the kitchen feel warm and cozy.

Teresa, with her face flushed red, sat by the dining table, holding a wooden bowl in her hand. The potato soup inside emitted warmth, mixed with the scent of baked rye bread wafting into her nose.

Meanwhile, her mother sat across from her, looking at her with a smile, lazily stirring the thick soup in her bowl with a wooden spoon.

"Oh, I didn’t do it on purpose; who knew you’d get so excited~"

The father sat beside them, holding a piece of hard bread, slowly chewing while watching the mother and daughter, his gaze gentle.

"Hmm."

Teresa pursed her lips, huffed, and decided to ignore her boring mother.

But her mother wouldn’t let it go at that moment and continued, "So, seeing how excited you were, did I perhaps hit a nerve?"

"Cough cough!"

The girl almost choked again, put down the wooden bowl, and asked helplessly, "What are you talking about? I mean...why mention this all of a sudden?"

Teresa pursed her lips, somewhat reluctant to delve into the topic for some reason.

"That’s because—it seems like you’re waiting for me to ask; otherwise, why have you been staring blankly at your bowl during meals lately?"

The lady smiled, looking at her daughter with a hint of hesitation, shrugged, and pointed to the half-eaten thick soup.

"Could it be you don’t like the potato soup I made? If that’s the case, mom would be sad~"

?

For this?

Teresa blinked, initially planning to dismissively shake her head to end this scene, but then changed her mind.

"Well...uh, it’s not that I don’t like it."

She hesitated for a moment but couldn’t help but complain, "But mom, don’t you think, recently we’ve been eating potatoes like, way too often?"

Potato soup, stewed potatoes, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes...

Potatoes themselves are delicious, and since it’s harvest time lately, plus mom’s cooking skills, these dishes aren’t bad.

But the issue is, we’re eating them too often!

Every meal, every day!

It’s practically a potato hell!

By the end, Teresa felt dizzy just looking at potatoes, hard to swallow.

"What’s wrong with that? As long as you’re full, isn’t that enough?"

Mom seemed indifferent, waved her hand casually, then asked, "If you don’t want to eat it, tomorrow we can cook something else, like beans..."

Upon hearing this, Teresa’s mouth turned bitter, recalling the days before the potato harvest when they ate beans every day, feeling she should’ve kept her mouth shut.

"Well, potatoes are delicious, but do we have to make them every day? Can’t we space it out a bit?"

"No way!"

Upon hearing this, the woman hummed and muttered, "Hmph, you bunch who don’t understand the benefits of potatoes, I’ll make sure you all appreciate Lady Goddess’s thoughtful intentions!"

Her face displayed the expression of a devout believer, nodding in heartfelt gratitude.

"It’s all because the great Master of Nature ordered their Servants to pick the crops most suited for this soil so we can have enough to eat!"

At this moment, the father, who had been silent, suddenly interjected, "Well, it was the Druids who picked them, right? It has nothing to do with Lady Goddess...cough, never mind, I didn’t say anything."

Under his wife’s suddenly sharp gaze, he immediately realized that he should lower his head and eat quietly now.

Don’t speak out of turn!

"Hmph~"

The woman was very pleased with her husband’s understanding, added another spoonful of potato soup to his bowl, then turned to continue speaking to her daughter, "By the way, I still think you have someone you like."

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Teresa was utterly helpless, saying, "Mom, why are you still talking about this? You might as well keep talking about cooking potatoes..."

"Haha! Isn’t it because you clearly don’t want me to ask? You must be hiding something from me."

Mom laughed even more happily, her whole demeanor brightening, sighed, "Oh, my little Teresa is at that age now, and I can’t even ask?"

"It’s not that..."

"You hesitated, so you must have someone in mind! But you don’t want to tell me."

"I...ah, whatever, as long as you’re happy, mom."

Seeing her mother persistently asking, Teresa helplessly nodded, though she wasn’t really trying to find out anything, just making small talk at dinner.

To prove it, she turned to her husband, carrying on with the topic, "Regardless of whether our little Teresa has someone she likes, it indeed seems time to consider who might be her future husband."

With that, she brought up a candidate.

"I think the blacksmith’s eldest son is pretty good, honest, strong..."

"Cough cough."

The father, having learned his lesson and intending to stay silent and watch the drama, paused his spoon for a moment, couldn’t resist coughing twice, interrupting his wife’s nonsense.

"Well, he is quite honest, no doubt, and strong too, but he’s already forty-five, isn’t he a bit too old?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The old father wore a serious expression, slowly shaking his head, refusing to hand his daughter off to an old bachelor.