5. It's Safe to Eat?

Shane wasn't offended and instead smiled a little, "Yeah. There's no way I could give my wife money that wasn't the result of my work."

Charlotte was stunned by the way Shane referred to her.

She stammered back, “Shane, but it's ten thousand dollars. This is the same as my salary for five months, Shane."

"All this is the result of fixing shoes?" Charlotte said, still looking in disbelief.

"Yes, you already know that I am a shoe sole maker," Shane nodded, confirming Charlotte's words.

However, Charlotte still didn't have that answer and asked again, "How long did it take you to collect this money, Shane?"

Shane replied, "Okay, you don't need to think about that. The important thing is that you just use it."

Charlotte still looked doubtful and unsure.

But when she remembered that her mother needed additional capital money for a small shop in the market that had been closed for a week, she immediately asked her husband quietly, "Shane, if that's the case, can I give this to my mom?"

"Mom said she needed to increase her trading capital, Shane," the woman continued in a slightly timid tone.

Shane was of course surprised, but seeing his wife's innocent expression he sighed softly and said, "Yes, that's your right. It's up to you what you want to use it for. But, you won't give it all, right, Miss?"

Charlotte shook her head vigorously, "No, Shane. I'll give you half."

Shane replied with a nod, "Okay, don't forget to use it for your needs, okay?"

"Yes, Shane," Charlotte answered with a bright smile.

Charlotte then asked again, "Do you want to eat now or later?"

Shane glanced at the small wall clock on the wall to the right of the simple room they shared.

"Later," Shane said.

"Just a moment, I want to check my things at the front first," Shane added.

"Yes, Shane. I'll prepare lunch later," Charlotte replied, to which Shane responded with a nod and a gentle smile.

After Shane left the house, Charlotte rushed to the kitchen and was about to prepare lunch for her husband. However, when she opened the hood, there was only rice on the table.

She frowned in confusion. "Oh, how come there's no fried chicken that I cooked this morning?"

"I've given it to Beatrice, she is pregnant so she has to eat lots of nutritious food," Barbara said as she opened the refrigerator.

Charlotte sighed, "Yes, but why give it all, Mom? I cooked that for Shane. Besides, I cook a lot."

"Oh, let's just make a fuss about the chicken. You can just fry an egg or make toast," Barbara said lightly.

Charlotte could only hold back her annoyance. Because of that, the woman no longer even remembered her intention to give her mother additional trading capital.

She then immediately looked for any food ingredients that were still there, but again when she checked the contents of the refrigerator, all the food ingredients had disappeared.

"Mom, why aren't there any eggs, beef and potatoes? I bought a lot yesterday, Mom," Charlotte said in a tone full of astonishment.

"Oh, Cecilia just came here asking for groceries, she hasn't done any shopping yet," Barbara replied carefree.

Charlotte started to get angry, "Why are you giving her everything, Mom? Her house is close to a minimarket. Why doesn't she shop there? Why does she ask to come here?"

Barbara clicked her tongue, "What the hell, Charlotte? You're causing problems with groceries. You can go shopping again."

"Yes, but right, Mom-"

"How much do eggs cost, how much beef? You're really calculating with yourselves," Barbara hissed.

Charlotte really wanted to argue, but if she did, she wouldn't have time to go to the nearest minimarket and buy groceries. So, she chose not to reply to her mother's words and immediately went outside.

Unfortunately, the two minimarkets she visited were closed. And when she passed the front yard, she ran into her husband who had just finished taking his things.

"Where are you going?" Shane asked as he looked at his wife who looked sweaty from the heat.

Charlotte answered, "Minimart. I want to buy food. They're all out at home."

"Actually, I already cooked it for you, but ... mom gave it to Beatrice, Shane. Sorry, did you want to wait for me to cook it first?" Charlotte added, afraid that her husband would be impatient.

Shane sighed and wiped the sweat that had soaked his wife's forehead with the hem of his shirt, "No need. Let's just eat out."

"Uh, but, Shane-"

"It's our wedding day, let's just say we're having fun for a while. Let's go!" Shane said while holding his wife's hand.

"Shall we go home first or what?" Charlotte asked.

Shane answered, "Yeah. I'll put my things at home in a moment and then we'll look for the closest restaurant."

Charlotte finally complied.

At that time, Shane chose to use a taxi and when Charlotte asked, the man's answer remained the same. "It's our wedding day, it's okay to pamper yourself once in a while."

Shane apparently took Charlotte to a fairly large typical French food restaurant.

"Wow! This is my first time here," Charlotte said in awe, looking at the classic but aesthetic interior.

Shane smiled happily seeing his wife's cheerfulness, "Okay, let's order whatever you like."

The two people spent some time at the restaurant and brought several packs of food for people at home.

When the newly married couple arrived on foot, they saw Charles and Barbara sitting on the porch.

Charlotte cheerfully said, "Dad, Mum. Come on, let's eat! Shane bought lots of food for Mum and Dad."

Charles looked at the package that Charlotte was carrying and immediately frowned, "Where did you buy the food? Are you sure it's safe to eat? Doesn't it hurt our stomach?"