Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2236

On Andrew's second day back in Chetvine, Natasha got up early to prepare breakfast and wash water for him. There was no helping it; the place was wretched.

The entire place consisted of one rundown shack with a broken table, a broken chair, and a broken bed for them to sleep on.

It was absolutely pathetic in every way.

Natasha found a discarded basin, and thankfully, there was a well by the front door. She drew cool well water and brought it inside for them to wash up with.

Andrew watched her bustling around and felt bad. "Natasha, don't bother with all this. We'll buy some furniture and sort out our basic living situation today."

Natasha shook her head. "It's fine. I've actually been doing manual labor since I was little. The Vostokoff family in Terror Town never treated me like some pampered princess. As a kid, besides training martial arts with the family elders, I also had to take care of household chores.

"Even later, when I got into the underground world and had money, I never developed the spoiled rich girl habits."

Andrew looked at her hands and found that they were indeed still somewhat rough. These were calluses she had developed from years of martial arts training. It also proved that she really was a woman who could handle hardship.

Natasha said helplessly, "We've got washing sorted out, but I don't know what to do about food. We don't have any cooking equipment at home. Darling, looks like we'll have to eat out."

Andrew shook his head. "Eating out isn't convenient as there aren't any restaurants on this street."

Natasha looked genuinely surprised. "Why not? I remember the street your family lives on being really long and grand. Surely there must be places to eat somewhere?"

Andrew spread his hands. "There just aren't any. This entire street stretches for two miles and belongs completely to the Lloyd family royal household. According to family rules, no entertainment venues or restaurants are allowed anywhere on it. Everyone either eats at home or goes far away to fend for themselves."

Natasha let out an exasperated laugh. "Your family is seriously stuck in the dark ages. So what, even if we have money, we can't eat out?"

Andrew shook his head again. "Nope. Not even us. My dad was rebellious when he was younger, but even he got forced into line. He had no choice but to eat at home."

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