Chapter 1630: Chapter 861: Benevolent Father, Filial Daughter
“Tsk, it’s been a while since I dreamt, and it’s actually one with a fairy-tale style. Interesting.”
The next day, when the morning sunlight seeped through the window onto the bed, Dorothy sluggishly opened her eyes and awoke from the dream.
The mories belonging to the dream were rapidly fading, seemingly about to vanish in an instant, becoming impossible to recall, but the hobody witch quickly tossed them into the mory Palace, then took a look.
“Quite healing, isn’t it?”
She comnted as such.
The lonely Giant of Light found companionship at last, and the unfeeling mud puppet gained a heart from the giant’s blood. It seed to be a story of mutual salvation.
“But I don’t like tragedies.”
Dorothy pouted and then stopped paying attention to this sowhat strange dream.
Yeah, it was a pretty nice dream, but let’s not have it again.
She then rcilessly broke free from the embrace of her beloved quilt and got out of bed.
First, she opened the window, took a breath of the fresh morning air, filled with a delightful floral fragrance that refreshed her mind.
Renovating the garden yesterday was indeed worth it.
Thinking this, the hobody witch snapped her fingers, completing her washing up under the serve of the witch’s life magic, and walked out of the room.
Sigh, ti to prepare breakfast.
Even though this isn’t her ho but Fenrir’s house, judging by Miss Dog-Witch’s rough lifestyle, she’s probably not soone who can cook. So there’s no hope for als prepared for her, better to do it herself to have enough to eat and wear.
As for Artie…..
Forget it, Lord Demon King can do everything except cook.
Dorothy strolled into the yard, having placed the kitchen outdoors when she renovated it yesterday. It’s her personal preference; after all, cooking in the garden is more pleasant than staring at the dull interior.
The only trouble is that it seems there’s no food stocked up at Fenrir’s house.
A witch can survive without eating or drinking, rely on magic power; though a typical witch household might still entertain with three als a day, Miss Dog-Witch, as a single dog, apparently doesn’t have such leisure.
This left Dorothy quite troubled. She was preparing to stroll around nearby, looking for a market to get so ingredients, but as she opened the door, her gaze turned to the neighbor’s house not far away.
Yesterday, Fenrir seed to say that was Adam’s residence.
And Adam is a mortal, mortals definitely need to eat, aning there must be extra food at his place.
Dorothy clenched her fist and knocked on her palm, then decided not to think about the market. She quickly ran to Adam’s villa and knocked on the door.
Open up, Old Deng, lend a little food.
That’s what she was thinking.
The yard door opened quickly; Mr. Hero was initially puzzled about who was looking for him so early but broke into an old father’s smile upon seeing Dorothy.
He was just about to see what his daughter from the future wanted, then saw his daughter revealing a smile as angelic as ever.
“Dad, eaten yet?”
Dorothy asked.
“Uh…..”
Adam had a string of question marks popping over his head, not knowing what his daughter wanted, but he still honestly shook his head.
“I haven’t prepared breakfast yet. I usually cook after my morning exercise.”
The life of a single old man is just that simple, free, and routine.
“Then you go ahead and exercise, and I’ll cook for you.”
Upon hearing this, Dorothy felt relieved. Her deduction was right; indeed, her dad’s house had extra food.
Completely unaware of his daughter’s freeloading intentions, Adam was stunned, then felt an indescribable feeling welling up in his heart.
Ah, is this what having a daughter feels like? She’s actually offering to cook for !
The old father, touched by his daughter’s caring nature, was on the verge of tears.
At this mont, he even felt that his life had reached its peak, utterly without regrets.
“Alright…..”
He nodded with unconcealable joy in his voice, then led his daughter into the yard.
And as Dorothy entered, she curiously examined this old father’s abode.
Hmm, the layout is quite similar to Fenrir’s next door, but compared to the Dog-Witch’s den, Adam’s yard is much more refined.
Though it’s impossible to compare with Dorothy’s professional-grade renovated garden, within the craftsmanship of mortals, this could be considered a masterpiece.
There’s no helping it; in the eyes of mortals, a witch’s garden is akin to Eden of the Gods, where everything is miraculous. Just the fact that different seasonal flowers bloom simultaneously is enough to make mortals scratch their heads.
Moreover, honestly, from the practical perspective of mortals, a witch’s garden is sowhat overly ornate, with many designs for the sake of design, not very practical, like Dorothy’s outdoor kitchen.
Putting a kitchen outside, what about when it rains or winds? It’s inconvenient and gets easily dirty.
But these impracticalities in human eyes are actually no issue for witches; after all, a magic spell can easily resolve it.
This is the difference caused by Races and Strength. This difference may seem invisible, but it actually exists in every aspect.
Adam’s little yard is just like that, although quite exquisite, a closer look reveals many compromises made for practicality. But how to say it, with a bit of high emotional intelligence, it can be called a lived-in vibe.
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