74 Visiting My Parents 3 (1/2)

”Are you really eating that Rika?” My mom sighed.

I popped a sugary strawberry into my mouth. I moaned from its sugary goodness as Luke frowned in response.

Luke let me eat strawberry desserts with Shelly and Ellen, but he never allowed me to eat pure junk food like these. Sugar tasted the best when it was raw rather than it being cooked into pastries.

All the fancy food in the first district was made to be somewhat healthy, even the desserts were surprisingly healthy with all the fine ingredients they used.

I sometimes suspected that they didn't actually use sugar in the desserts but rather very ripe and sweet fruits to make up for the difference in the sweetness.

Before Luke could express his disapproval as usual, my dad came in from the front door.

His red hair had hints of grey closer to his scalp. This reminded me that my parents from this life were starting to age as they were losing more of their youthful looks.

”You're here Rika?” My dad looked surprised from my sudden appearance.

”And we have a guest here as well,” my mom added.

Luke went out of the kitchen to introduce himself again, ”My name is Luke de Roselia and I am Rika's partner in school. It's my pleasure to meet you,” Luke smiled brilliantly as he helped my dad with his work bag.

My dad stood frozen for a second from Luke's brillant manners and looked as if he was someone way too good for me.

”So you're the Luke that's always with Rika in those photos,” my dad started to settle into the living room.

I ignored my dad as I popped another sugary strawberry into my mouth. My dad seemed like he was instantly impressed by Luke as he observed him for a while on the couch.

Before I could eat another strawberry, Luke took my bowl of delicious goodness away from me and gave it to my mom.

My mom smiled in approval as she declared that she would make it into jam to give out to her neighbors.

”Rika must have been very troublesome to take care of,” my mom commented as if she was apologizing to Luke.

”It's fine. I'm used to it,” Luke smiled sadly as he replied honestly.

My mom gestured us to go to the dining table as she finished cooking the dishes for dinner.

The food did not compare to what Luke and I regularly ate in the first district. It had hints that the food was homemade with some imperfections on how the food was cut and cooked on the stove.

However, the taste greatly reminded me of my meals in my past life. I preferred eating meals like this rather than all the fancy restaurants Luke forced me to go when we weren't at his mansion or in school.