Chapter 680 Betty's Fried Fish Shop
Betty stood on tiptoe and leaned forward slightly.
The scripture under her feet shook, and the girl was stuck at the highest point of the forward shaking. She handed over the French fries in her hand. When she shook back, she had taken Leo back and pushed the fried French fries into the frying pan.
She had a sweet smile on her face and her tone was sweet and lovely, but there was only coldness in her eyes.
She had been frying fish here for a year, and her heart had already become as cold as a frozen fish.
A meal of fish and chips costs half a rio, and she can sell several boxes of potatoes and sea fish every day.
She threw the Leo in her hand into the cash box next to her. The box was made of metal and she specially asked a craftsman to make it.
Because the box is made of metal, when coins are thrown into it, it makes a nice sound, which is the sound of money, and she likes it very much.
Bettys skillfully flipped the fried fish with tongs while glancing at the cash box.
It's halfway piled up again.
After she had saved enough money, she would pour out all the money in the cash box and then sit on the ground to sort it out bit by bit.
She would have to set aside money for rent, money for purchasing goods, and a share for Amy and little Gwen, and the rest would belong to her.
She would wrap the money in bundles with straw paper, tie them up with hemp rope, and pile them beside the bed. Leaning against these cold bundles, she would feel warm in her heart.
Betty subconsciously looked back. Her bed was in the inner room. The small house in the slum had been demolished long ago, and she now lived in the store.
The bedside was empty.
Whenever she saved some money, she would donate it to the church.
Imperial Truth accepts donations. In addition to some targeted fundraising, it also accepts free donations - this type of donation will not tell the donors the purpose of the funds, but can help the donors do something.
Every time Bettys made a request, it was to find the whereabouts of little Gwen.
Little Gwen disappeared suddenly, and Bettys has been trying to find her. After raising funds several times, she has narrowed down the search to the North.
It was getting late, and the crowds going to work in the morning gradually dispersed, and the number of people queuing in front of the store thinned out.
Betty had a rare moment of leisure. She stretched, loosened her stiff neck, and hammered her waist.
I picked up a few French fries from the basket and threw them out of the window. Before they hit the ground, a few seagulls snatched them away, making squawking sounds from the air.
Seagulls are so nice, carefree and without any worries.
Betty went back to the inner room and sat on the bed, her legs draped over the edge and dangling gently.
"Bettys!"
Suddenly there was a shout outside. Bettys quickly jumped off the bed, took a few quick steps, and jumped onto the box with the Holy Scripture. Then she stuck her head out of the cabinet and saw someone waving at her.
".Yami?"
The person who came was Yami. When he saw Betty, he smiled and waved at her.
"Yami, why are you here? I remember you said you would be back later, could it be..."
Bettys sounded a little worried.
Yami was admitted to Castel's research institute as an exception. It is said that he got a teaching position on the island and can also participate in research.
Every time Bettys saw those huge cargo ships and trains, she would think of Yami. She didn't understand what research was, but she thought it was a very amazing thing. Perhaps one of these steels was designed by him personally.
"I came here with Grand Duke Alvarez to handle some formalities, and I came here by the way." Yami said as he turned to the side, and a somewhat round head appeared.
"Hello, little girl. I heard your fried fish is the best in Blood Harbor."
Alvarez extended his hand to her. Betty's ears flushed red. She stood on tiptoe to shake his hand and said shyly, "Actually, not really. It's just ordinary fish and chips!"
Having said that, she still had a smile on her face and handed over a portion of fried fish.
The custom of shaking hands was brought up by Hughes. He always shook hands with people subconsciously, and over time everyone followed suit.
Especially the people on Castel Island, except when they see the banshee, they always subconsciously shake hands.
The main reason is that the banshee has too many hands and I don’t know which one to hold.
Alvarez opened the package of fried fish, but Bettys suddenly blinked: "Are you Archduke Alvarez?"
She knew the word "Grand Duke". The prince of Blood Harbor once had the title of Duke, and the entire Tis was also his duchy.
Lord Hughes was just an earl. Bettys didn't know what a border earl was. She only vaguely remembered that an earl was not as powerful as a duke.
In other words, this middle-aged man with a slightly bald head in front of him is a big shot like a prince?
Alvarez was eating the fried fish she had just handed to him. Although the fish was fried in advance, it had not been out of the pan for too long and was still very hot.
So he hurriedly stuffed the fried fish into his mouth while sucking and blowing air. He hissed in the air because of the heat, but he was reluctant to spit it out.
Bettys did not look down on him for his shameful eating habits. Instead, she stood there blankly with a look of shock on her face.
She actually just shook hands with a duke?!
Bettys and Yami both came from the slums, but her family was actually in a better financial situation before her parents died. At least in her memory, she could still afford to eat when she was a child.
In her somewhat vague memories, her parents always treated the nobles with great awe and humility.
This is not something that is born this way, but something that is beaten by society.
Betty vaguely remembered that her father was always bullied. The person who bullied him was very domineering and it was said that he had some connections with higher-ups.
And that relationship was just that of a servant of a nobleman, not even close to the title, but it made her family's life extremely difficult.
The duke is the pinnacle of nobility.
She just shook hands with a duke?
"Are you a big shot?" Betty stammered.
She regretted it the moment she said it. It must be very presumptuous to ask such a question. At that time, a noble servant could make her family unable to live. The noble lord in front of her
"certainly!"
Alvarez had fried fish stuffed in his mouth and his words were a little slurred, but that didn't stop him from raising his head proudly.
"My ancestor was one of the first to pledge allegiance to the empire. His paintings are still hanging in the palace." After saying this, he suddenly became a little unconfident.
"Well, it should be there, right? Even if the Candlelight Society took over the Empire, they wouldn't tear down the Imperial Palace, right?"
"In short, the Alvarez family is very powerful!"
Bettys stood on the holy book, and suddenly felt a little unreal.
She, a girl from the slums, was chatting with a duke and listening to him proudly bragging about his family history.
(End of this chapter)
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