My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 750

Chapter 750Christina and Lucy slept together. Instead of gossiping like other girls, they hogged the covers forthe whole nightin terms of strength, Lucy won completely. As a result, Christina felt cold and woke up early in themorning."What happened? Did you catch a cold?”Christina's grandmother didn't go out to have a morning exercise and stayed at home to chat withChristina after knowing Christina was back last night. Betty was busy shopping at the market andpreparing dishes before dawn.Christina wiped her nose with a tissue and looked at her grandmother, who still had a ruddycomplexion in her eighties. Christina snorted. “A little stuffy.”Mrs. Dickens took the medical kit out and put the thermometer under Christina's arm. “Why are yousick as soon as you come back? If you get a severe fever, we'll go to the hospital.”Christina was still very strong and only had a cold with a stuffy nose.Lucy just sat on the sidelines. The warmth in such a family made her feel a little strange.As Lucy knew, for a long time in the past, Christina had a bad relationship with her grandmother. Inthis situation, Lucy thought rationally that the so-called family relationship was still a relationship ofinterest.After the decline of the Dickens family, Christina, the granddaughter-in-law of the Hopkins family,had given birth to two successors to the Hopkins family. Patrick still loved her.Essentially, Mrs. Dickens focused on the benefits that Christina brought.Anyway, Lucy did not believe in any affection in this world and only believed that interests wereeternal.“Your name is Lucy, right? Come to wash your hands and have breakfast. Do you like porridge?Christina's aunt made a big pot of porridge early in the morning. It tastes good. If you don't likeporridge, there are slices of bread and milk.”Mrs. Dickens smiled warmly and beckoned Lucy to the small table for breakfast.Lucy was used to being on high alert in an unfamiliar place and expressionlessly looked at thevarious breakfast.Christina asked, “Is there any bread and butter?”Christina loved bread and butter and refused any other breakfast.The people of the Dickens family knew her very well, and Mrs. Dickens pulled her over attentively.“Yes, yourfather went to exercise this morning and specially bought bread and butter.”Christina and Lucy sat at the table and tried all kinds of breakfast. Mrs. Dickens heated the milk andsoy milk in the kitchen before bringing them out.These were all ordinary breakfasts, not as exquisite as the food of the Hopkins family. Lucy took abite of the big bread and quietly looked up at Christina and her grandmother.Lucy couldn't describe her feelings, but she felt awkward.Lucy lost her family when she was young. It wasn't that all her family members died, but that shedidn't contact them. It was her family who gave up her life.Christina liked black soy milk. Lucy sneaked her elbow on her and it almost spilled.“What?”“Your grandmother used to be so snobbish and bad for you and your auntie. Do you forgive hernow?" Lucy asked in a low voice and didn’t think Christina can forgive her.“What else can I do?”Christina drank soy milk and nibbled on her bread bit by bit and looked up at Lucy. “Am I going tokeep mentioning those things and then do everything I can to retaliate against my father andgrandmother, watch them live in a mess, and even die of cold on the street?”Lucy didn't know how to respond“If a person dies, there's nothing left. There is no need to kill them. It's not something bad that theydid. No one can promise he won't do nothing wrong in life.”Christina scooped up another half bow! of porridge and enjoyed it. “I'm fine at the moment.”Lucy always made everything so black and white. If you were not her friend, you were her enemy.She would never let anyone who provoked her off lightly.Not long after they finished breakfast, they saw Betty coming back with bags, and Larry followedhim with two boxes full of fruits.“I went to the square dance before and made acquaintance of Mrs. Chen. She grew a lot of fruit inher hometown’s orchard without any pesticide on it. She planted her own food. I went to her houseto get some. She sold me these two boxes at a low price.”Betty instructed Larry to put down the fruit box and rushed into the kitchen to get the fruit plate.After picking up some mangoes, lotus mists, and custard apple, he went to the kitchen to washthem up and then brought them out. Betty asked Christina and Lucy to try them.Larry stood by and watched felt very dissatisfied since Betty served them.But Christina took a bite of custard apple and said, “It's delicious.”As soon as Betty heard this, she immediately smiled and said quickly, “I'll tell Mrs. Chen later toleave more for you to bring back to the Hopkins family.”Betty was busy preparing lunch, and she just took a few bites of breakfast. It was rare for Christinato come back, so she wasted no time doing more things.Larry couldn't understand what she did for Christina, nor did Lucy.Donald recently attended a calligraphy class for the elderly. His calligraphy was already good. Nowthat he retired, he was too idle to be a teacher for others. Occasionally, he would meet a fewexcellent people and learn from each other. His daughter, who had angered him all day long, camehome today, so he went back home earlyIn the kitchen, a few elderly people over fifty now were cooking vegetables, washing fish, andmaking soup."Aren“t you going to help?”Lucy enjoyed it, but Christina was just picking vegetables leisurely.“I will be kicked out.”Christina didn't go to help since she was a bad cook. “Don’t you know that old people are mostafraid that they are worthless? They are happy to cook. If you hire a chef, they will be unhappy.”“Remember to say those dishes are delicious later,” Christina reminded her.Lucy felt a little confused.Betty and the others made twelve dishes and a soup, and there was almost no place on table.Christina would occasionally say, “This is delicious.” Betty and Mrs. Dickens smiled happily. Lucydidn’t do so many tricks. She liked to eat those with heavy flavors.“This fried tempura is too greasy. I can only eat three. I can't eat any more.”Lucy was about to pick it with chopsticks, but Betty accurately patted the back of her hand.Mrs. Dickens looked at Lucy and nagged, “Lucy, are you about the same age as Christina? Are youmarried? Do you have a boyfriend?”Lucy never thought that she was urged to marry,It made her feel so strange.And Betty put a lot of vegetables in her bowl. She hated vegetarians the most.

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