Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

The room echoed with the sound of crying like a kettle boiling. Mia, who had been so passionate just now, was very helpless - Dio suddenly hugged her and started crying. No matter how he coaxed her, he couldn't coax her.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Dior hugged Mia tightly, crying and wiping tears and snot on her body.

Mia touched his head: "Dear, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Dio paused, then started crying again.

Mia sighed and let Dio treat her like a tissue.

Mia was an orphan in her previous life. After her rebirth, she has always cared about her relationship with her family.

Fortunately, except for the unreliable Dario, my mother and brother are very good people.

The mother is gentle and kind, raising them seriously and doing her best to make them feel warm in this broken family.

Brother's words...

Although he treats her well, his personality is very awkward.

For example, now.

Mia has asked "What's wrong" 21 times, but Dio still doesn't want to say anything.

Mia coaxed him for a long time, until the sun went off work, and Dio stopped crying.

He grabbed Mia's shirt, blew his nose on it, and whispered: "I thought I would never see your annoying stupid face again."

After living together for so many years, Mia has become accustomed to Dior's roundabout way of speaking, which means-I'm afraid you will leave.

Mia pecked his face: "I'm not here."

"I know." Dio was silent for a moment, then pushed Mia away, "Go take a shower, you are covered in blood."

There were no such advanced things as water heaters in the Victorian era.

Fortunately, the rich can have their servants constantly heat the water in the bathtub, but the poor do not have this benefit. In order to save money on firewood, Mia and Dior always took cold showers.

As for soap, today's technology has successfully commercialized it, but they can't afford it and can wash it with water.

Mia took the small basin and went to get water from the wooden bucket in the kitchen. The water had been sitting there for a few days, and there were still strange impurities floating in it, but it looked still usable.

Looking at Dio who was following behind, Mia felt helpless. After this man hugged her and cried, he kept following her. His eyes were as dull as a capybara, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mia picked up the basin and walked to the bedroom. When she looked back, she saw that the capybara had followed her in.

She walked forward and poked Dio's chest with her index finger: "Little Huangmao, how long do you want to follow me? Let's wash together?"

Dio was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what stupid thing he had done.

boom!

Dior slammed the door, turned around and left, shouting angrily: "Who wants to wash with you! Even a blind man doesn't want to look at your washboard!"

With veins on his forehead jumping, Mia yelled back: "First, the essence of a lolita is a washboard! Second, how many times have I told you not to slam the door! If it's broken, will you repair it?"

A louder roar came from outside: "What happened if you fell?! You and your broken door go over!!"

"Is he rebellious or menopausal?" Mia muttered, taking out a towel from the drawer and soaking it in the bucket.

There are no running water pipes in the slums. Water can only be obtained from water pumps on the street, and the water supply is only available for a few hours a week. In order to save water, they usually only use wet towels to scrub instead of taking a bath.

"When we make money with our superpowers, we can enjoy hot baths and soap!"

The hot water and scented soap will definitely make you feel refreshed and comfortable after washing...

Daydreaming about a bright future, Mia wrung out the towel and took off her clothes.

The cold wind squeezed into the room through the gap in the window, making Mia shiver from the cold. She picked up the towel and wiped it cleanly.

The girl's snow-white body was covered with bruises, most of which were caused by Dario.

Dio is also full of these, even more serious than her——

Sometimes he would deliberately mess with Dario in order to protect Mia so that he would divert his target.

Every time the towel was wiped, the wound hurt, and Mia's expression became distorted as she washed it.

"Tsk, this old guy is really cruel."

Thinking of Dario, Mia felt a little headache.

Although Dario was beaten away by her, it was impossible for him to come back without revenge due to his character. I'm not afraid of the thief stealing, I'm afraid the thief will miss me. Who knows what tricks he will use.

As for the house, you don’t have to worry about the police. Dalio’s hands were not clean, and he did not dare to call the police to seek justice. However, besides the police, he may have other ways to get the house back...

As for never having any future troubles?

The chaos in the slums is chaos, but it also has a bottom line. Killing is absolutely forbidden.

London has a well-established police force that strictly controls serious crimes such as murder.

Once caught, they would be hung on the gallows.

"From now on, every time Lao Deng comes, I will poke his anus!"

Mia grinded her back teeth and secretly decided to practice the "Millennium Kill" more.

After taking a shower, Mia began to treat the wounds on her hands.

Because the beast always appeared in her dreams, Dior named this superpower "stand by me".

With the help of the substitute, her wound healed quickly and is no longer bleeding. But in order to promote healing, she thought it was better to sew it up.

Mia threaded the thread into the sewing needle and sewed the wound like sewing clothes, feeling very curious.

What on earth is a stand-in?

Is it the golden finger that comes with rebirth?

Or is it a unique foreign souvenir?

dong dong.

Dio knocked on the door and urged loudly: "It's time to eat! Why did you take so long to wash? Is it in the stagnant basin?"

"Come on, come on!" Mia healed the wound a few times and ran to the living room happily, "Have you prepared the meal? Thank you for your hard work."

Dio glanced at her wound: "When you do it, people will starve to death."

"What are we eating today?"

Candles had been lit in the living room, and the warm light of the fire dispelled the darkness.

There were two bowls of oatmeal on the old wooden table, with hot mist drifting away.

"Oatmeal again." Mia pouted.

In order to save food expenses, their family's dining table usually consists of these three items: potatoes, bread, and oatmeal.

Things like bacon, butter, milk, and eggs are often not seen for weeks, and even if they are, they will end up in Dalio's belly.

"It would be nice to have oatmeal." Dio checked Mia's wounds and pushed her onto a chair. "This is the last food in the house. Don't complain."

"Know it."

Mia picked up the spoon and took a bite, stars popping out of her round eyes.

In addition to its own wheat flavor, oatmeal also has a sweet taste!

Soft oats and sweet sugar, carbohydrates and sugar, are a delicious combination engraved in human genes.

Mia took another taste: "Did you put sugar in it?"

At present, the sugar industry has not yet been mechanized. Although sugar is no longer a rare commodity, it is not cheap either. It is rare for families to put sugar in their meals.

Dio looked down at his bowl of porridge and said calmly: "My hands were shaking while cooking."

"Hands shaking..."

Mia's eyes flashed, and she suddenly snatched Dio's bowl, lowered her head and took a deep sip, only to find that she only tasted a faint aroma of wheat.

"It's cooked in the same pot, and you shake my bowl with just one hand?"

Dio's expression went blank for a moment. He was about to grab his porridge back, but saw Mia drinking half of it with a slurp like an elephant sucking water.

"Wait...why are you drinking mine?!"

wow-

Mia picked up her bowl and poured porridge into Dio's bowl.

After filling Dio's bowl a few times, she returned it to him: "I'm sorry if I drank it, but I'll give it back to you."

"Are you a fool? Are you pouring your saliva everywhere?"

"Just pour it, just pour it, a little bit~"

"I think your skin is itchy!"

Dio pulled Mia's face ten times, and finally drank it with a look of disgust based on the principle of not wasting food. Sweeter than expected and delicious.

Mia finished the porridge, looked at the empty bowl, and said firmly: "Dior, one day we can live a good life."

Dio glanced at her disdainfully: "It's not just that. Bendio wants to climb to the top of this country and look down on all living beings from the highest point."

There was very little furniture in the dilapidated house. There was only a quilt as thin as a leaf on the bed, and there was not a single crumb of bread in the empty kitchen.

Despite this, he still spoke confidently and matter-of-factly, his green eyes shining as bright as diamonds, looking at Mia momentarily, waiting for her response.

"Yes!" Mia nodded heavily, with a sparkling smile and admiration in her eyes, "When the time comes, we will eat one bowl of sweet oatmeal porridge!"

The corner of Dio's mouth twitched: "I was still eating oatmeal at that time..."

After dinner, the two began to worry about tomorrow's breakfast.

Suddenly, Mia had an idea: "My family is rich! That's the cabinet where Dalio keeps his personal money!"

"Varied……"

Dio opened his mouth and swallowed the words "You don't want your life" silently. He wasn't quite used to the fact that Mia could beat the hell out of Dario.

"Let's go!" Mia took Dio's hand and led him to Dario's bedroom.

Click.

Mia took out the scissors and pried open the lock of the cabinet.

There are many coins and a piece of paper lying in the cabinet.

Mia's eyes were immediately attracted to the shining golden pound - the queen's beautiful face was smiling in the candlelight, looking lovingly at her people.

"Get rich!" Mia cheered loudly, counting the coins her father popped out.

"What is this?" Dio was a little curious about the piece of paper hidden by Dario, so he picked it up and looked at it.

After seeing the content above clearly, Dio's pupils shrank suddenly.

"How can it be?!"