My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 1130

Naomi noticed that Culver was looking at her mischievously after she reprimanded him for

overspending on a bottle of mineral water.

She felt a bit restless from his gaze so she asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It turns out that you care so much about my money."

Naomi was mystified.

She thought to herself, "I don't specifically care about your money. As long as it's money, I'll pay

attention to it. My mother taught me that although money is indispensable in life, we shouldn't rely too

much on it."

If she were to adopt such a wasteful lifestyle, she wouldn't be able to survive the day she would lose all

her money.

Therefore, she and Eddison had learnt the importance of being thrifty at a young age. After all, her day-

to-day basic needs wouldn't cost too much. Usually, what she had was more than enough. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I can make money, and I'll let my wife live a wealthy life in the

future. Plus, the price of an item is proportional to

its quality. An expensive item won't have bad quality!"

Naomi stared suspiciously at him, wondering why he had casted her a look when he had said 'my wife'

just then.

Other than that, she was rather dubious about his remark regarding price and quality.

"So, do you mean that cheap things are poorly made?"

"Isn't that so?" Obviously, that was what Culver thought. That was why he spent such a large amount of

money on a bottle of mineral water.

His values really stunned her.

"Then, what about the poor?"

"Naturally, they will use cheaper things. Speaking of which, Olsen Group does a lot of philanthropic

work every year to help them."

His tone was solemn.

Naomi was rendered speechless.

She felt that it was necessary to let him know about the correct outlook on life.

"Are you hungry? Let's go eat something!"

Culver nodded and the two of them walked out of the alley.

There was a street for foodies not far from them.

Naomi had been there before.

It was incredibly famous. The food sold there might look ordinary, but they were truly palatable. In the

past, when she was tired from her training, she would go to the street and treat herself to a feast. She

would order something from all the stores and all the exhaustion of her body would dissipate.

As soon as they walked into the street, they smelled a strong aroma. It was the smell of corn dogs.

Naomi took a deep breath.

She heard Culver's confused voice, "What is this smell?"

"It smells good, doesn't it? It's from corn dogs!"

"The smell is quite unpleasant."

However, Naomi took no notice of his complaint because she had already rushed to a stall that was

selling corn dogs.

She bought two sets. Only then did she realize that Culver had not followed her.

She held the food in her hand and went back along the same path, only to find that Culver was still

standing at the same spot as before, with a look of disdain on his face.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you hungry?" As she approached him, the smell of corn dogs in her

hand spread out, and he took a step back in response to that.

"Don't come any closer!"

He stared uneasily at the corn dogs in her hand.

"Are you afraid of corn dogs?"

He feigned nonchalance while replying to her, "I'm afraid of nothing!"

"Why don't you have a try?"

Naomi smiled, and raised the corn dog to his lips.

"It's really delicious!"

"Take it away!" Culver looked at the food with contempt. He really could not understand why such a

food would exist.

Being a person who was used to eating all kinds of sumptuous meals served in top- notch restaurants

since he was young, corn dogs really seemed inedible to him.

"I guarantee that it'll be tasty. If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

After that, Naomi directly put a corn dog to her mouth. Culver wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

He looked nervously at Naomi, as if she would be poisoned to death in the next moment.

However, things didn't turn out as he had expected. Naomi ate the corn dog, and told him contentedly,

"It still tastes the same as last time when I was a child. It's really appetizing!"

Then, she took the other one and tried to make Culver have a bite again.

Culver closed his eyes and ate it, grimacing with dislike.

However, he soon opened his eyes and looked at the food in Naomi's hands incredulously.

"Is this a corn dog?"

"Yes! It tastes good, right? Here, this is for you!"

She gave him her share. "Let's go!" she said.

Culver looked at the passersby and asked, "Are we going to eat like this?"

"Of course! Why can't we do that?"

To Culver, it was a little strange. It seemed that the upper-class' etiquette taught by his parents did not

exist in such a place at all.

All the people around them were disregarding table manners. They would just eat the food without

using any cutlery.

Everyone was eating and chatting at the same time. It was so unbelievable to him because it

contradicted the dining etiquette he had learned before.

Nonetheless, it felt heart-warming to look at them.

Not saying anything else, Culver followed Naomi and squeezed his way into the crowd.

Like other similar streets, the street they were on was small and crowded. Additionally, it was a bit filthy

and messy due to the passage of time.

Moreover, he was more eager than her when ordering food.

Naomi deliberately asked him to pay for the food.

Soon, he came back, incredulous.

"We ate so much just now, yet it only cost a few dollars?"

Naomi said, "As I expected."

"Why is it so cheap?" asked Culver. Naomi felt that his outlook on life was experiencing a drastic

change.

Naomi smiled and pointed at the crowd of people, saying, "Food here has always been so cheap. This

is the life of ordinary people, or poor people in your words."

Culver was deep in thought as he replied, "They

look really happy!"

Culver was left dazed by her words. No one had ever spoken to him in that way before.

Ever since he was a child, everyone around him had been telling him that he was born with a silver

spoon in his mouth, and that he was meant to achieve something great.

His every word and action represented the Olsen family. He was entrusted with the responsibility of

making his family proud. He had to excel in everything so that his life wouldn't be wasted.

On the contrary, Naomi had just told him that everyone was the same, and that they should all lead a

happy life.

He reckoned that her words were true.

Culver came to his senses and grabbed hold of the hand in front of his eyes.

Her hand was tender and white. It covered his palm, as if filling up the small gap in his empty heart at

the same time.

The atmosphere was suddenly tinged with pink. Culver wanted to say something, but in the next

second, Naomi directly punched him.

"You rogue! How dare you molest me?!"

Her actions rendered him speechless.