"Huh, not in this life. I won't keep anything from her this time.
I'm curious to see how their deep father-daughter bond plays out."
5
Ruby came back three days later.
She looked exhausted but in great spirits, likely from spending time with that blonde kid.
When she saw me, she actually looked a bit guilty.
She pouted, saying she felt much better now and was ready to go back to school, as if I'd been forcing her to go all along.
"Mom, I'm hungry," Ruby said, holding her stomach. "Can I have some fried chicken?"
She looked timid, like asking for fried chicken might get her slapped.
In my past life, she'd asked me this in front of others several times, and I always said, "No."
Back then, I didn't notice the shocked looks from others, which later became key evidence for her smear campaign against me.
But Ruby had a tendency to gain weight and a love for snacks. How could she manage her figure without strict control?
Some dancers maintained their figures by eating only vegetables, but I felt sorry for her and didn't want to go that route.
I carefully researched balanced meals that were healthy and filling. A clean diet kept her slim and her skin clear.