"What about these then?" Viola Thompson asked.
Sawyer Thompson continued, "Your big brothers, they're certainly not full, so they can have these as late-night snacks. And besides, we have never had late-night snacks together yet!"
"Late-night snack!" Mary Perryne just happened to be passing by and exclaid, her eyes lighting up, "I want to go too!"
After saying that, she linked arms with Viola.
Viola looked at Mary, brutally brought up the harsh reality, "Mom, aren't you supposed to be on a diet?"
Mary Perryne said, "Of course, I'm on a diet. But without a full stomach, where would I get the energy to lose weight! Let's go, let the three of us have late-night snacks! I want to eat grilled lamb skewers and roasted sweet potato chips! Viola, what would you like?"
Mandel Thompson: "..." Heh, just the three of you?
I might as well be a foundling!
Borden Thompson: too!
As soon as they walked out the door, they saw a line of shared bicycles parked outside.
Although Viola normally has a habit of cycling, with both her parents present today, she planned to drive them, "Mom and Dad, wait a mont please, I'll go get the car."
"How about we ride bicycles?" Mary Perryne suggested.
Sawyer Thompson chuckled, "Works for , I haven't ridden a bicycle in many years."
Tonight was indeed a rare opportunity.
Therefore, on a quiet forest path, the sight of a family of three was added.
This road is usually free of cars.
Viola rode in the middle, the bright street lights elongating the shadows of the family of three.
The three chatted and laughed.
Looking at the smiling faces of his wife and daughter, Sawyer Thompson suddenly felt as if he was dreaming.
Just three years ago, they were still searching for their lost daughter.
But in the blink of an eye, their Viola was back.
What's more, she is so talented and sensible.
And then there's Mary Perryne.
Three years ago, Mary, losing her mind over losing her daughter, had to take dicine daily. Countless tis, in the wee small hours of the night, he saw Mary standing in front of the balcony, holding their child's clothes from when she was young, silently crying.
Mary Perryne now, although she's aged three years since then, her ntality and looks are more youthful than they were three years ago by at least ten years.
To have the simple and real life now, Sawyer Thompson feels truly blessed.
The night market is about five kiloters away from Thompson Manor.
Riding half an hour will get you there.
Viola found a busy barbecue stall.
Just as I was about to order so skewers, a familiar voice filled the air, "Viola!"
Upon hearing this, Viola slightly lifted her eyes, "Dolores Frieman."
"Viola, it really is you, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on ." Dolores Frieman looked at Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne after finishing, "These are your uncle and aunt, right?"
"Yes, these are my parents." Viola nodded slightly.
Dolores Frieman introduced herself, "Hello uncle and aunt, I am Dolores Frieman, you can just call Julie."
"Julie."
Dolores Frieman said, "I thought Viola was so pretty! No wonder, she got it from her uncle and aunt's genes!"
As parents, who doesn't like to hear such words.
Even Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne were not exceptions.
Just then, the waitress ca over, "Ma'am, table three wants to check out."
Upon hearing this, Viola was sowhat surprised, and turned her gaze to Dolores Frieman, "Dolores, is this barbecue stand yours?"
Dolores Frieman nodded, "I'd heard before that there would be a Food Street developed here, so I kept an eye out and bought a stall here."
She initially thought that if the business wasn't good, she would sell it at a lower price.
Unexpectedly, business was excellent on the first day of opening.
Up till now, Dolores Frieman's daily turnover averages over six thousand dollars.
Considering the cost share and labor expenses, as well as water and electricity charges, the daily profit is around three thousand dollars.
Three thousand a day, that's ninety thousand a month.
Although it's tiring, it's much better than being a regular office worker.
Dolores Frieman was quite satisfied with her current lifestyle.
After she finished, Dolores Frieman added, "Viola, uncle, aunt, you guys should start ordering, don't be shy, feel at ho. I'll go handle the order."
"Dolores, you go on, do your thing." Viola said.
Dolores Frieman nodded, and turned around to leave.
Just as Dolores Frieman left, Mary Perryne curiously asked, "Viola, your friend looks familiar, have I seen her sowhere before?"
Viola went on, "You must have seen her before, you've just forgotten about it. She's Rachel Barton's elder sister!"
"Oh," Mary Perryne suddenly realized, "No wonder she looked so familiar! She's Rachel's sister!"
Siblings do tend to look quite alike after all.
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