Montrelle Herran had gone to work and the Herran family was left with an old woman, an older one and a younger one, in addition to the maids.
At lunchtime, there was a watchful eye.
The Herran family has many rules, and rich people eat differently than ordinary people.
For example, Claudio Belles, who has been living there for twenty-four years, usually eats first and then eats his soup.
At La familia Herran, however, soup is served before the meal.
And, during the first twenty-four years of his life, Claude Belles never used a public fork.
But at the Herran family table, the fork must be used for all dishes.
Two pairs of forks, exchanged back and forth, put an end to Claudio Belles’ good appetite, as it was certainly a lot of work for a somewhat lazy person.
Angelo Herrán was also a little annoyed, after all he had never eaten with such rules, and he said with a frown: “Grandfather, why do you have to change the forks at your house to hold the food, when at ours you don’t have to, it’s a nuisance?
Mr. Herran laughed and explained, “It’s called a male fork. The reason for using a fork is for hygiene, because if you use your own fork to pick up a plate directly from the same plate, it will carry saliva, and if there are pathogens, they can be transmitted to other people, it’s for personal health.”
Angelo Herran elbowed him in the mouth.
The maid on one side smiled and said, “If the master has a hard time holding the fork, the master tells me what he wants to eat and I just help him with the male fork.”
Claudio Belles was not very used to having people standing next to them watching them eat and serving them while they ate.
It was like dining with an ancient emperor.
Claudius Belles said kindly to the servant: “No, thank you, I will help you”.
Even the most basic dining etiquette was completely different from what Claudio Belles had known when he arrived at La familia Herran.
Claudio Belles was so worried that he didn’t eat much at lunch.
In the afternoon, Angelo Herran ran to Claudio Belles and said in a low voice: “Mom, I’m hungry and I want to eat noodles!”.
By lunchtime, Angelo Herran hadn’t eaten much either, and when Claudio Belles heard about the noodles, he was hungry too.
But La familia Herran, where do you get instant noodles?
Claudio Belles looked down, and since Mrs. Herran was not in the room, he whispered, “Why don’t we go for a walk around and see if there is a supermarket or something.”
“Yes! Let’s go!”
…
Fifteen minutes later, Claudio Belles and Angelo Herran came out of the store with bowls of instant noodles and sat on a deck chair under a large tree by the road, one large and one small, eating the fragrant noodles.
“It smells so good, Mom, it’s still the noodles!”
“Yes, it smells so good! Rich people really eat too nutritious, those dishes don’t go down at all!”
…
Not far away, a black Bentley passed by.
Jerónimo Orihuela, who was driving, frowned a little and looked towards the mother and son who were sitting under the big tree over there and couldn’t help but be surprised, “Boss, aren’t they the lady and the gentleman?”
Montrelle Herran, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up and was slightly stunned to see a small, large family sitting under a tree eating instant noodles from a bucket.
Had the old man thrown them out, or had the Herran family left them without food?
Montrelle Herran gets out of the car and walks towards them with long legs.
Claudio Belles was halfway through his noodles when he saw the figure of Montrelle Herran and hurriedly threw them on his back.
Montrelle Herran frowned and put his hand behind his back, “Have you been burned? Why are you behaving like a thief?”.
Claudio Belles laughed dryly, no, it was like being a thief, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”
Angelo Herran also put down the noodles and looked shyly at Montrelle Herran, “Papa.”
Montrelle Herran had never been a big fan of his junk food, not for the sake of his health, of course, but for the sake of his health.
Claudio Belles had been married to Montrelle Herran for three years, and being under Montrelle Herran’s control, he hardly ate those snacks and junk food anymore, only occasionally, and Montrelle Herran ate them with her.
“Why are you hiding here eating noodles?”
Claudius Belles blushed slightly and bit his lip. “This … Is a sudden craving for instant noodles.”
Angelo Herran said truthfully for the sake of his future mouth, “Dad, the food at home is also too bland, there’s not even a plate to eat, mom and I didn’t eat much at lunch.”
With a twinkle in his eye, Montrelle Herran wiped Claudio Belles’ hand with a tissue, touched the place where it had been burned and said, “You guys come home with me first.”
Claudio Belles took his fingers out of her hand, “That’s it, you guys go back first, I’ll go back alone later, it’s pretty cool here and I want to walk.”
Montrelle Herran instructed Jeronimo Orihuela: “Take Angelo back first, I will walk my wife”.
Jerónimo Orihuela: “Yes”.
Claudio Belles is stunned: “Why do you leave work so early?”.
Montrelle Herran drags her along, his dark eyes fixed on her, a slight smile in his eyes, “I was afraid you weren’t used to The Herran Family. Turns out I was right to worry.”
The man’s gaze fell on the bucket of noodles behind her, and he sneered with a smirk, “It’s only your first day at The Herran Family and you’re already sneaking off to eat noodles, so it looks like it really is time to change cooks at The Herran Family.”
“… It’s not the cook’s problem, it’s mine”.
In fact, objective assessment, the noon those dishes are quite sumptuous, but there is only one drawback, too nutritious, too little oil and salt put, Claudio Belles know, so eat well for the body, but also … too much not to eat.
“The old man has three altos, so cooks and servants of the house, pay close attention to the diet, if you are not used to eating such dishes, I will ask the cook to make two portions, a light one for the old man to eat, and a normal one for us to eat.”
Claudius Belles looked at him a little sheepishly, “And in that case, will Dad think I’m being pretentious?”.
“How can you call it pretentious when your personal tastes are different? I’m not used to eating either, I also want to eat something fresher.”
Claudio Belles puffed up his little face: “You lie, you have a lighter taste”.
“But what Mrs. Montrelle likes, is what I like.”
The sudden words of love made Claudius Belles’ heart beat a few beats faster, his ears warmed slightly and he gave her a pouty look. “Let’s go home.”
“No more shopping?”
Claudio Belles looked around him, all the villas, “What to see, the more I buy the more I hate the rich”.
Montrelle Herran laughed lightly and slipped his arm around her waist from behind, looking at the houses, “Mrs. Montrelle, you look over here and you are the richest person. You have no right to hate the rich.”
“Where am I rich?”
“One Herran Group, plus one Montrelle Herran, is that enough?”
“That’s sweet. The Herran Group belongs to your Herran family, not me.”
Montrelle Herran looked at her with serious eyes, “If I say it’s yours, it’s yours.”
“Okay, okay, I’m not going to get serious with you, by the way, don’t tell dad about the noodles I just ate, I have a feeling you rich people must really resent eating them.”
Montrelle Herran found his little wife more and more adorable, “I don’t care”.
Claudius Belles looked at the half-spilled noodles and turned up the corners of his lips, “It’s a shame it spilled halfway through the meal.”
Suddenly, Montrelle Herran grabbed his little hand and rushed into the tent.
“Why don’t you buy another bucket and eat it?”.
“Huh?”
Five minutes later, Montrelle Herran and Claudio Belles were sitting on a deck chair under a large tree, each carrying a bucket of noodles.
Claudio Belles looked at him uncertainly, “Are you really going to eat with me?”.
“Aren’t instant noodles delicious?”
The corners of Claudio Belles’ lips curved involuntarily, he knew that this was Montrelle Herran’s deliberate attempt to bring them closer, to make him feel that they could be from the same world.
“Honey, you really don’t have to be like that, because whether you’re Montrelle Herran who likes noodles or Montrelle Herran who likes nutritious dishes, I love you and I won’t love you any less because you like to eat differently than I do.”