Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 361: Video Call (Part 1)

Chapter 361: Video Call (Part 1)

"After we finish eating, you can tidy up, I’ll go back to my room first."

After saying that Amalia standing up with satisfaction.

Kenny Lin responded with raising his eyebrow slightly.

A hint of confusion was showing on his expression.

Wealth also stared blankly at her.

Amalia raised an eyebrow as well, "Why are you staring at me? I cooked, you guys clean up and do the dishes. It’s teamwork, isn’t it normal?"

A hint of hesitation appeared on Kenny Lin’s face, he said: "We have a dishwasher."

"Yes, we do, but you still need to tidy up, and I’ll go back to my room to make a call. Hopefully, when I come out, the table will be cleaned up," Amalia said firmly before leaving.

Kenny Lin and Wealth exchanged glances.

Wealth patted its butt before leaving as if saying: I’m still young; it’s not my problem.

"If you dare to leave, I’ll make sure that she will never cooks the meat for you again," Kenny Lin said, slowly but firmly issuing his threat.

Wealth’s body was stiffened, it then turning back to glare at him indignantly.

It hated this former owner more and more.

But it couldn’t afford not to listen to him.

Last time, it was this annoying guy who persuaded the current owner to not to grill the meat for it, which resulting in Wealth having to eat that nauseating raw spirit meat every other day now.

The thought made Wealth’s mouth puff up with anger.

With a cold expression, Kenny Lin added, "I’ll clean the left side, you clean the right side. And if you’re not happy, you’ll clean two-thirds of the remaining mess, since you’re the one who eat the most."

With that last sentence, Wealth immediately gave up its resistance.

This annoying guy always like to bullying it.

As Amalia returned to her room, she was unaware about Kenny Lin’s childish side.

Otherwise, it would have been e quite novel for her.

She opened her communicator and dialed the communication number that Yolanda Yoder had sent to her earlier.

She and Yolanda Yoder had agreed to video call Fernando Yoder at this time.

On the other end of the communicator, Fernando Yoder had been restless all day.

All for the sake of waiting for this call.

When the communicator suddenly rang, Fernando Yoder’s hand shook, almost throwing the communicator away.

Seeing the unfamiliar number on the screen, his intuition told him that it was his granddaughter’s number.

It was similar to the feeling of longing for one’s hometown, but when the beloved one who had been on his mind suddenly appeared before him, Fernando Yoder suddenly felt a bit hesitant.

"Uncle Fernando, don’t worry. Amalia, although she’s a little bit aloof, she’s s actually a nice person. If she didn’t care about us, she wouldn’t agree to meet you," Yolanda Yoder knew what he was worried about and immediately reassured him.

"If you don’t answer now, she might hang up," Florentino Yoder said calmly.

Fernando Yoder’s hesitant finger immediately pressed the answer button.

The speed was so fast, that it’s doesn’t look like a patient with a weak body’s speed at all.

Yolanda Yoder’s mouth twitched.

Sur enough, it seemed that experience was indeed the best teacher.

Uncle Florentino is still the one who knew Uncle Fernando the best, after all.

The beautiful figure of his granddaughter gradually formed on the screen, and appearing before him.

With her beautiful features, long black hair, arched eyebrows, straight nose, and deep eyes, there was a hint of Raminas Yoder’s shadow in her facial features.

Fernando Yoder opened his mouth, almost not knowing what to say.

His were eyes filled only with longing for both of the father and daughter who has been separated from him for long time.

In Amalia’s eyes, Fernando Yoder seemed unusually thin.

One could vaguely see the handsome appearance of his youth.

However, years of being controlled by toxins in his body, and lacking proper nutrition, had sunken his cheeks and revealed the contours of his skull.

The loose clothes draped over his body, unable to fill them out properly.

Even though one couldn’t see his body underneath, one could imagine what kind of skeletal figure it was.

He had lived with this appearance for forty or fifty years.

It’s like a testament to his incredible perseverance.

Amalia took a deep breath, and suddenly admiring this nominal grandfather a little.

From being the pride of heaven to falling into the mundane world overnight, the blows he had endured were not something anyone could withstand.

Perhaps, as Yolanda Yoder said, the reason he had kept living until now, enduring without swallowing his pride, was just to see his granddaughter for the last time.

If she were his biological granddaughter, she would definitely be extremely moved, but unfortunately, this body is, while the soul is no longer.

"Are you my grandfather?" Amalia spoke only after organizing her thoughts.

The old man hesitated to speak, probably suddenly unsure how to start, a feeling she could understand.

Fernando Yoder stiffened for a moment before slowly nodding his head, and saying excitedly, "Good child, seeing you grow up so well, just like your father, makes me die without regrets. I believe your father’s spirit in heaven will also be at peace."

"His daughter not only grew up safi, but also became such an outstanding person. We can finally rest assured."

Like a floodgate opening, Fernando Yoder changed from being reserved to speaking incessantly.

Amalia did not interrupt his words, adopting a listening posture, not a trace of impatience showing on her beautiful face.

Florentino Yoder and Yolanda Yoder, seeing this scene, were very relieved, especially Florentino Yoder.

Having never personally talked to Amalia, he was unsure about her personality.

Even if she was not on good terms with the Yoder family, it didn’t mean she was an easy person to approach.

In case she didn’t recognize Fernando Yoder or spoke harshly, it would be a severe blow to Fernando Yoder.