The Holy City, Dulcina Calvo always feels like she is being followed by someone as she leaves work at the hospital.
She took a few steps to look back and after looking around for quite a while she didn’t see her stalker, she just assumed it was because she was in a trance due to her recent pregnancy.
When I reached the door, I was about to take out my keys and open the door when a man’s voice suddenly came from behind me.
“You’re Esteban’s girlfriend, Dulcina Calvo, right?”
Dulcina Calvo was startled and the keys in her hand fell to the floor in shock.
He turned to see an older man in his sixties wearing a Zhongshan suit.
“You, who are you? What do you want?”
Dulcina Calvo looked defensively at the stranger before her, wary of strangers since her last abduction by the Dark Shadows.
She pulled a pepper spray out of her purse and pointed it at the old man, “I’m telling you, oh, if you dare kidnap me, I’ll scream right now and draw the neighbors and security and you’ll be in big trouble. You won’t be able to escape from this neighborhood.”
Orlondo Marta smiled and said kindly, “Child, who said I was going to kidnap you? I am Esteban’s righteous father, didn’t Esteban tell you?”.
Dulcina Calvo frowned slightly and froze for a long moment: “You, are you Esteban Zaragosa’s father? But I have never met Esteban Zaragosa’s father, how can you prove that you are his father?”.
Orlondo Marta takes a photo of him and Esteban Zaragosa out of his wallet. In the photo, both have relaxed expressions, although neither is obviously smiling, and it is clear that the relationship is relatively close.
But Dulcina Calvo felt the need to make sure again, “But nowadays photos can be retouched, so how can I know if this is real or fake for you?”
“I know more about Esteban than you do, and I also know that Esteban has recently gone on a mission.”
Dulcina Calvo was a little surprised: “How did you know?”.
“Because I sent him there.”
Dulcina Calvo unconsciously opened her mouth to ask: “And do you know where he went?”.
Orlondo Marta narrowed her eyes and smiled, “You want to know where Esteban is going, I can tell you, I can even send you to him, but I also have a condition.”
“What are the conditions?”
“Make me something delicious to eat.”
Dulcina Calvo: “… You think you’re a cranky old man, don’t you?”
Orlondo Marta: “…”
At this age, no one had ever dared to talk to her like that, and this girl was the first.
Dulcina Calvo was too interested in knowing where Esteban Zaragosa was going, besides it was rude not to invite him for coffee when the old man claimed to be Esteban Zaragosa’s legitimate father.
When Orlondo Marta followed Dulcina Calvo into the house, the latter took one look at her and said in disgust, “Why is your house so small? Doesn’t Esteban have money to buy you a big house to live in? He’s been all over the world for years, and it should be easy for him to buy a big house for his daughter-in-law.”
Dulcina Calvo surreptitiously rolled her eyes as she poured the water, “Old man…”
“What did you call me?”
“Er … old man.”
Orlondo Marta’s face darkened: “Are you calling me old?”.
Dulcina Calvo held up her glass of water and winked at him, “What else should I call you, look at your age, you’re old enough to be my grandfather, is it hard for me to call you big brother?”.
Orlondo Marta grimaced, “Call me old.”
Dulcina Calvo said dryly, “Water, please, old man.”
Orlondo Marta swept up the running water she had brought, pursed her lips and said, “I’ll have coffee. ”
Dulcina Calvo: “…”
It is a difficult act to follow.
Dulcina Calvo ran to the kitchen to boil water, make coffee and, after a long day of tossing and turning, pulled out a pot of coffee.
“Coffee please, old man. ”
Orlondo Marta took a sip of her coffee and frowned slightly, “The coffee is not good enough.”
But the girl looked at him with a wide half-moon smile and remarked nonchalantly, “The most important thing in making coffee is patience and water temperature, and in this cup of coffee you have neither patience nor water temperature.”
Dulcina Calvo thinks to herself: “Is this coffee or art for you?
But on the surface there was a doggier smile and it said, “The old man has taught you a lesson.”
Orlondo Marta nodded, “A little less understanding, but a decent attitude.”
“… That, old man, didn’t you say you could tell me where Esteban Zaragosa had gone on his mission, can you tell me now?”
Orlondo Marta swept her lightly and spat out of her mouth, “No.”
Dulcina Calvo’s little face became bitter and she sat back in her chair: “Why?”.
I had made all this coffee for half a day, and it was all for nothing?
“Now I’m hungry, I want to eat and I want a delicious meal.”
Dulcina Calvo picked up her cell phone and had an idea, “I’ll give you Yipinju’s tapas and meals, I’ll tell you what, Yipinju is our famous restaurant in The Holy City, don’t underestimate this restaurant, all the ingredients are exceptionally fresh, the preparation methods and cooking techniques are amazing! …”
Before Dulcina Calvo could finish blowing her rainbow farts, she was interrupted by Orlondo Marta with a mouthful, “I don’t eat this junk food.”
“How can it be that the snacks and meals at the Piece House are junk food, Esteban Zaragosa loves this one too and you know how picky his mouth is that man…”
“I say again that I want to eat what you yourself have made.”
Dulcina Calvo glared at him, dropped her phone, rolled up her sleeve and milked it, “I’m on it!”.
An hour later, Dulcina Calvo is in the kitchen, greasing her face and preparing a three-course meal.
Orlondo Marta sat at the table waiting for the food, occasionally urging the little cook: “Is it ready yet, I’m starving?”.
Dulcina Calvo hurried to bring out the crockery: “It’s coming, it’s coming”.