"Making food taste bad is the real disrespect."
Dis nodded thoughtfully.
he said,
"Then I'm looking forward to tomorrow's lunch."
At that time, Aunt Mary came up from downstairs, and Karen noticed that her face was full of constantly changing anger, but it quickly converged when she appeared in front of Grandpa.
"Have the guests left?" Dis asked.
"Yes, they chose the cheapest package." Aunt Mary said.
"Hmm." Dis didn't show any particular reaction.
The cheapest package meant renting the ground floor of the Immeras family's house as a mourning venue, with no need for any additional decoration or arrangements. It's like having a "wake" there, with friends and relatives visiting for a quick look during specific times in the morning or afternoon.
Even... alcohol and beverages don't need to be prepared.
"What's even more ridiculous is that they want to cremate Mr. Mozam and not even buy a cemetery plot to save money. They came up with this unreliable reason that Mr. Mozam was a follower of the Berei Sect...
But when I was dealing with Mr. Mozam's body, I saw the tattoo of an angel on his back."
There were several religious groups whose doctrines require cremation after death, allowing the body to become an end and a new beginning simultaneously. However, most religious groups or most people were still not willing to be cremated.
Of course, an essential point was that cremation was much cheaper than a full burial.
Aunt Mary's anger came from the fact that Mr. Mozam's children deliberately made up that unreliable reason to save money... Well, it also wiped out most of the profits she had planned.
The real money came from coffins, cemetery plots, and priests.
"Hmm." Mr. Dis replied calmly, "Do as the guests requested."
"Alright, Father."
"By the way, since Mr. Mozam's family didn't ask for meals, let Karen prepare tomorrow's lunch."
"Alright, Father." Aunt Mary subconsciously glanced at Karen.
"I'm a bit tired today, so I'll go back to my room to rest. I'll be busy tomorrow morning, and you guys should also rest early."
"Alright, Father."
"Alright, Grandpa."
Dis got up from the dining table and went to the third floor.
"Mina. Take Rent and accompany me to arrange the curtains downstairs. Call Chris to join, too."
"Alright, Mom."
Aunt Mary looked at Karen, and asked,
"My chef, do you need me to buy some ingredients for you in advance?"
"No, aunt. There are a lot in the kitchen, it's enough."
"Then I'm looking forward to tomorrow's lunch."
Aunt Mary took Mina and the others downstairs. Although Paul and Ron would come to set up the mourning venue early tomorrow morning, she needed to sort out some basic items tonight.
After Karen finished eating, he began to clear the plates.
At this moment, the door to Uncle Mason's room on the second floor was pushed open from inside.
"Karen, Karen."
"Uncle Mason?" Karen looked over.
"Is there any more food?" Uncle Mason asked.
"There are a few more pancakes."
"Okay, give it to me."
Karen brought the plate with the pancakes to the bedroom door, and Uncle Mason, wearing pajamas, took the plate and immediately took a big bite of a pancake. He looked ravenous.
"Uncle, what happened to you...?"
Uncle Mason looked helpless, "I fell while walking. And my butt still hurts a lot now. I don't know if I injured my bones or not. I'll lie down for a while. It won't affect tomorrow's work."
"Uncle, you really should be more careful."
"Ah, if a family wants good luck, there must be one with bad luck to bear it all. As long as you guys are healthy, I'm willing."
Although Karen knew Uncle Mason was "talking nonsense",
he still gave him a "polite" and "touched" smile.
Uncle Mason, carrying the plate, limped back to the bedroom, not forgetting to order Karen,
"Close the door."
"Alright, uncle."
Karen closed the door. And from Uncle Mason's reaction in the morning, Karen guessed that he might have been beaten by Grandpa.
Well,
it's normal, isn't it?
Although his uncle's children were already grown up, being beaten by his father wasn't something that people couldn't understand. After all, Dis almost killed his "grandson" today.
Out of habit, Karen stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the position in front of his right eye, a habit from his previous life that just caught nothing.
Karen's eyesight was excellent, and he didn't need to wear glasses.
Karen mocked himself,
"How ridiculous! Hehe..."
Then,
he emphasized his tone
and repeated it.
...
Karen didn't go down to help. After finishing the meal, he went to bed after washing up.
He slept drowsily again and again, waking up again and again, with each sleep lasting only half an hour.
Dragging until late at night, Karen lost sleepiness instead.
He looked at Rent who was sleeping in the spring bed opposite.
Since he came back to life, Rent, who had originally stayed in the same room with Grandpa, moved back to live with him immediately. It's imaginable how stressful it must have been for him to share a room with Grandpa.
Karen sat up from the bed and turned on the desk lamp. And according to his memory, he opened the drawer and took out a book.
The book was called Money, A Meaningless Thing, the autobiography of a financial tycoon in Restylane, the country where Karen lives.
Karen flipped through the pages, which were filled with 100-ruble banknotes.