The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 478 Marilyn's Dinner

Chapter 478: Marilyn's Dinner
Ms. Marilyn did a wonderful job with the dinner.

Roland had never eaten such delicious cheese cakes and steaks, nor had he ever drunk such sweet fruit wine. There were not many dishes, but each one was prepared by Ms. Marilyn herself.

Shandel seemed at a loss throughout the dinner.

——She had never seen such a 'kind' mother.

Roland had been here for almost half a year and knew what kind of host Ms. Marilyn was.

She seldom cared about her daughter, and even ignored her foolish husband.

Her only connection to the family is Roland - she has hired him to look after her daughter and husband.

That's it.

She stayed out every night, and even disappeared for half a month at a time:

Such a mother is not a good mother, nor a good wife.

But every time Roland thought about this, he was at a loss like Shandel:

Because he was told that men should work in factories and have money to support their children and wives, while wives should stay at home and take care of the family.

But no one told him what a wife should do when her husband spends the whole day without pants and pooping in the house.

Maybe Ms. Marilyn's actions were for the sake of her family...or maybe not.

Roland is not easy to evaluate.

But if he stood on Miss Cinder's side, Roland would dislike Ms. Marilyn a little bit - staying out all night did not prevent her from caring about her daughter.

Many times, Roland heard the girl mumbling "Mom" while taking a nap on the recliner.

This made Roland very uncomfortable.

There is also a kind of anger that cannot be ignited.

He has a mother, but still cannot get love - if one day he can read and write, and has the right to let ink flow, he will become a poet, write about Miss Shandel's experience, and tell everyone.

He's going to write 'Mother! You're damned!'

You should write "It's okay to cut off the bulge!"

Write 'My leaving your body is just the beginning of love, not the end of love! '

He wanted to write a lot to speak up for Shandel.

But when he often tried to use this matter to joke with Shandel, like tickling someone's nose with the tip of a feather, Shandel saw through him early on.

She told him:

Your mother must not be like this, Roland.

She had a compelling reason, perhaps she had died early, otherwise she would have raised you even if she asked you to drink her blood.

Miss Cinderella Kratov was a gentle person.

A gentle, kind girl.

Just like paraffin facial makeup, after being melted by the scorching sun, it reveals a more charming inner self.

and so.

Deep down, he was more loyal to Miss Cinder than to Lady Malena.

There is compassion, gratitude, friendship, and the love that has not yet sprouted and is not noticed by the children.

"Eat more, Shandel."

At the dining table, the mother and daughter sitting opposite each other had a dull conversation.

Mostly it was Ms. Marilyn who spoke, and Chandel who listened and nodded.

The long period of indifference made the mother and daughter, who should have been close, become as distant as strangers - not to mention the husband who was smashing the bucket in the bathroom, and Roland who was sitting at the farthest table.

He was greatly blessed today to be able to eat at the same time with his master.

"You too, Roland."

Marilyn smiled at Roland, and the grown-up face of Cinder was now full of hypocrisy.

The gray-haired woman looked at the two silent children with pity in her eyes:

"You have to take care of a mentally disabled person and stay with a manic and dangerous person. It's really worrying." She sighed, and every posture seemed particularly deliberate, as if there was a painter painting her portrait opposite her.

"But I have to do this, don't you understand? My dear daughter."

she says.

"Maybe I can bear this bad reputation, but who will marry you in the future?" Marilyn slowly cut the steaming meat on the plate and raised her eyes slightly: "This is a girl who abandoned her father."

"How can I believe that she has good morals? Is she loyal to her family and husband?"

"Someone will say that about you, kid."

Marilyn said.

"I can't want your future to be a mess. I would rather you have a painful childhood and a happy future."

Shandel said nothing. He just lowered his head, rubbed his red eyes, cut the meat on the plate into small pieces, and then cut the small pieces into smaller pieces.

Press down with a fork.

Put them into your mouth one by one.

She probably couldn't taste it anymore.

"I would rather you blame me now. But I believe that when you grow up, you will understand and be grateful that you have a thoughtful mother."

Marilyn took a sip of red wine, and her bright and juicy lips and the sharp teeth hidden under her lips became magical, able to make a rooster lay eggs and cause the tide to rise in the desert.

“…I understand, Mom.”

Shandel responded quietly.

She gripped her knife and fork tightly, her gray hair hanging down over her face, and ate the steak in front of her cleanly.

"thanks Mom."

She said this, nasally, "... and thank you for dinner."

Marilyn smiled gently: "Is it delicious?"

Shandel nodded obediently.

"What did Roland do?"

“…All good.”

"Mine is better, isn't it?"

This kind of joke undoubtedly brought the mother and daughter closer together, warming up the coldness and bringing them closer.

"Some things Roland did well, and some things mother did well." Then, Shandel also started to talk more.

She didn't mind, and even wanted to talk more with her mother, even if it was a meaningless conversation.

"Roland's soup is delicious, and mom's steak is delicious."

Shandel smoothed his gray hair, raised his head, and looked directly at the woman who gave him the tender face and special hair color.

She hinted at the other party that she hoped to hear an answer like, "Then, mom will do it for you later, okay?"

Unfortunately, Ms. Marilyn was never able to make another delicious steak.

"I can't help it, dear."

Marilyn's smile was captivating, just like a falsely converted cultist who inadvertently revealed her ferocious expression. She unblinkingly licked every shiver, every tear, and every drop of blood filled with the rest of the victim's life.

Her voice was very soft, but it sounded unsettling.

Like a rhinoceros with cat feet.

"I can't make steaks like that anymore, dear. I can never make them again."

she says.

"Unless a miracle can be performed to bring it back to life."

she says.

"What?" There was a flaw in Shandel's voice. Her mother's irreversible tone made her more and more afraid. "What...resurrection? Steak?"

"Of course." Marilyn put down her knife and fork and elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin. "You know, Shandel. It tastes good because of love. When there is love in the flesh and blood, it becomes delicious."

"Oh, right."

She suddenly remembered something, pushed her chair away, stood up and went to the kitchen.

Come back in half a minute.

Brought a piece of skin.

It is black and has long hair, and you can see bloodshot and fine veins in the fur.

as well as.

A chopped-off tail.

"If you want more food, you'll have to attract more cats, my dear girl."

She gently placed the skin and tail on the table.

After these words, if I had to describe the silence in the room...

Like the silence after a mother's death.

Shandel just sat there, still as a picture.