The Taste of Survival

After breakfast, the rest of the children started the morning class as usual, while Elena picked up breakfast to attend to Benítez, who was still in bed.

The area of the orphanage is not large, and Benítez's room is just a few minutes away from the dining hall.

The distinctive wooden and stone structure of the houses in the British area, though solid, is indeed quite deficient in terms of moisture and humidity resistance.

As soon as Elena opened the door, she felt the characteristic dampness of the lakeside house and frowned. The girl placed the tray in her hand and walked towards the window to open it.

The fresh morning breeze swept away the damp feeling in the house, refreshing the spirit.

"Fortunately, you are here, otherwise, the orphanage must be in chaos now, it's really hard for you."

A deep voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Elena, and she turned around, only to see Benítez sitting up in bed and leaning against the wall, although his face was still pale due to the wind and migraine. However, compared to the apathy of the past few days, his spirit is obviously much better now.

"If you ever hide from me again and fight in underground boxing to earn money, I swear I will never forgive you next time."

The silver-haired girl snorted and walked aggressively towards Benítez's bed. Her lake-blue eyes were filled with guilt.

If there is a selection of good people, Benítez can definitely rank among the top.

Benítez was born into a large and poor family, and his parents didn't have the money to send him to school. When he fell into drugs and mixed into society and sought help from the priest, he was expelled from the church. Fortunately, a Spanish brotherhood took him in and provided him with education to become a priest.

Thinking of his helpless childhood experience, Benítez simply set up an orphanage next to his chapel, relying on government grants, social donations, and his income as a priest to care for the orphans.

Elena was one of the orphans he picked up from the streets of London at that time. It must be said that Elena, who had just crossed over six years ago, couldn't even speak English. If she hadn't been lucky enough to meet Benítez, perhaps survival would have been very difficult.

However, as the children grew up, funding for the orphanage became increasingly tight.

To raise funds, Benítez, who didn't want to abandon the orphans, had to take temporary jobs in the neighboring town. A few days ago, he even secretly went to the city's underground boxing ring.

If it hadn't been for the severe migraine attack caused by the cold draft, Benítez would have had to confess to Elena for help. Elena might still have been in the dark and enjoying three hearty meals a day.

Elena energetically took the bowl, handed it to Benítez, and complained like a cannon.

"Last year's World Cup, there should have been a lot of money left from the bet! Why should we fight in underground boxing, and agreed on the funding source for the orphanage, let me think of something. Have the soup first-"

Although she wasn't a veteran fan in her previous life, due to the song "Don't cry for me Argentina," she still vaguely remembered the tragic Argentina led by Maradona this time, relying on those few unpopular games, she still won almost 6,000 pounds.

Even if the orphanage's house was renovated and everyone's meals were improved, at least there would be no difficulties to embarrass Benítez by going to the underground boxing ring.

Benítez blew on the bowl of soup in his hand, took a sip, and replied coldly.

"The six thousand pounds that you saved. The house renovation and three meals used up the previous orphanage savings."

"Why?! Who told you to save it?!"

Upon hearing Benítez's response, the silver-haired girl was like a blown-up cat, her arms waving, and the man in front of her looked at her angrily and asked.

If she didn't consider that her body had just recovered, Elena would even feel like pouncing on him.

Benítez shrugged and swallowed the fried egg in his mouth, looking at Elena with bared curious teeth, pointing to the empty bowl in his hand and asked.

"So tell me frankly, what is this? You need to know that the last time the Wildlife Conservation Association came to visit you was because you were frying fish at the lake. Besides, I don't know when there was a sudden increase called the chubby-faced Scottish breed."

Every time Benítez asked this question before, Elena would randomly find a reason to deceive, so Benítez has always been curious about the origin of this free chicken soup these days.

Elena reached out, so she generously admitted, "Well, this is actually stewed owl soup."

"O ... OWL?! Are you a demon?!"

Benítez emitted a strange groan in his throat, his mouth might have been as wide as an egg, and he looked at Elena in shock.

-Originally, he thought it would be some other type of wild bird. After all, there are several birds that live on the shores of Loch Lomond all year round.

"That is, these past days have been... oh, my goodness! You are the demon!"