Richard Shaw brewed tea while calmly remarking, "Today you can only have two."
"Alright! Uncle Richard is the best!" With his short little legs, Casimir Shaw cheered and ran off for breakfast. Afterward, he carefully took the remaining rice cakes and presented them to Ignatius Leclair.
Ignatius watched the interaction between father and son, reached out to accept the offering, and looked at the roadside stall breakfast. Suddenly, an aching sourness welled up within him.
If Delphine's child had lived and grown up, he'd be about the same age as Casimir Shaw now.
The Southern gentleman took a bite of the hard and greasy rice cake. Under Casimir's expectant gaze, he nodded slightly.
Once Richard was done brewing tea, he ladled out several bowls of cooked rice porridge paired with small dishes. The three of them shared the simplest, most heartwarming breakfast.
