The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 472: Death Doesn’t Care About Taste It Just Keeps Devouring

"Good God, she can eat," Dan exclaimed, watching Lilith devour her sixth pizza with all the available topping. Lilith didn’t care if it was meat or veggies, as long as it was food it would do.Dan wasn’t in the mood to fire up the outdoor pizza oven. It was too much work for his drunk ass. So, Pam and Mary were baking pizza in the kitchen oven. They had to have pizza for dinner because their cute little guest wanted to have pizza.

"Guys, that’s like her fourth or fifth pizza? Is it okay for her to eat that much?" Alwin asked in concern. After all, one pizza was enough to fill the stomach of an average adult, but Lilith was a kid and she had eaten about four or five of them.

"Relax, Al. She is a foodie. She reminds me of Lyra when she was her age. She too would never be full," Mary reminisced, seeing her daughter in Lilith.

"Yeah," Alwin agreed with his wife. Interestingly, Lilith’s appetite was normalized in his mind, and he no longer cared about it.

"Where’s Danny? Is he not having dinner?" Dan asked, seeing that they were almost finished with their dinner and there was no sign of his son. Though he constantly reminded his son to watch his weight, he also wouldn’t have his son missing even a single meal.

"Dan, he said he wasn’t hungry and didn’t want pizza. He will order in some fried chicken when he feels like it," Pam answered. Normally, she wouldn’t let her son order in when there was a home-cooked meal, but considering today must have been a tough day for him, Pam let it slide.

"Sigh, this is why I asked you to let him out more. See now he is having trouble talking and getting along even with his cousins," Dan remarked passive aggressively, aiming at Pam, blaming her for their son’s growing social awkwardness.

"Dan, our son gets along with his cousins just fine. It’s just that he would rather stay at home and play video games or read comics. If he doesn’t want to go out and socialize, we can’t force him," Pam corrected her husband. She knew her son the best. This was why she had asked Mary not to bring it up with the kids.

Danny had no interest in partying or meeting new people. So, as his mother, she had two options: one, to force him, and the other, to leave him be. The first came with the risk of pushing her son away, and the latter came with the risk of being a bad mom for not pushing her kid to put himself out in the world and grow.

Pam knew that Danny had no trouble making friends; it’s just that he didn’t want friends. He liked being alone. She knew this because once, when she asked him why he thought he needed friends, he said it was because she and everyone around him said he needed them. They were making him feel bad for not wanting friends, so he wanted friends. Pam didn’t like that. She didn’t want her son feeling bad because he didn’t feel the need for a friend. Therefore, went with the second option, trusting her son.

"Well, that’s okay. Mandy socializes enough for both of them," Danny said. Seeing that Pam was bothered by this topic, he chose to no longer bring it up for the night.

"Mrs. Mary, can I have more juice, please?" Lilith asked, slightly pushing her empty tumbler towards Mary.

"Honey, we are out of orange juice. Will watermelon or lemon do?" Mary asked, seeing the pitcher of freshly cold-pressed tangerine juice was emptied, so she offered bottled juice. The adults were all having liquor, so they only used a little for cocktails. Meaning more than half a gallon tumbler was emptied out by Lilith alone.

"Either one will do," Lilith replied, as flavor and taste didn’t matter to her.

"A glass of watermelon juice coming up," Mary said, soaking Lilith’s glass in the sink, and washing a new one for the watermelon juice.

"You aren’t a picky eater, are you, little one," Pam said, eyeing Lilith, who was using both her tiny hands to eat pizza topped with loads of meat and veggies. Be it broccoli or chillies, she ate them all without a single complaint.

It was refreshing to Pam, as all three — Dan, Mandy, and Danny — were very perticular about their food. Especially Dan. So much so, he freaking built an outdoor pizza oven. Don’t get her started about his grill and smoker. Why do you need an extra thousand-dollar smoker when your four thousand dollar grill comes with a smoker feature. That didn’t even make sense.

Lilith cutely nodded, before continuing to devour the big slice of pizza in her small hands. Pam observed that even though the slice of pizza was big for Lilith’s tiny hands, she didn’t get any cheese on her hands or mouth or drop any of the toppings on her cute little dress. She ate them without making a mess. That was just impressive.

Pam attributed Lilith’s table manners to Janice’s etiquette training. Actually, she was right about this one. When Elinor first brought Lilith, she was an animal. It was Janice who hired their family’s etiquette teacher to train Lilith, and to their surprise, Lilith was a fast learner. She absorbed knowledge like a sponge and retained it permanently.

But then Pam thought, if Lilith had undergone etiquette training, she should be using a fork and knife to eat pizza, not her hands. She shook her head, believing she was reading into it too much. However, what she failed to consider was that just because Lilith underwent etiquette training and aced it doesn’t mean she liked following those rigid rules. She only used them when in Janice’s presence. Because, that big sister gave her lots of food and toys to play with if she did what she asked her to. But something was not worth the price. Like the dress she was wearing, for example.