Leek Chicken & Milk Thief (Part 1)
Oh, no metro...
They had barely entered the metro station when Severus and Lucius heard the singing of a street performer.
Like the old London Underground, Paris had many ghost stations. Saint Martin station had even been taken over by homeless people, becoming their shelter.
Line 13 passed not only Les Invalides, but also the Champs-Élysées. Though customers going to the Champs-Élysées to buy luxury goods rarely took the metro, the stations were still plastered with advertisements. One billboard bore gilded letters: life is Gucci.
It was an American slang term. Someone had blacked out "Gucci" with graffiti and written "suck" beneath it. A homeless man lay under the billboard, with a carton of milk before him. A rat crouched beside the carton, seemingly planning to steal a drink.
Mrs Norris did not go mad at the sight of the rat like an ordinary cat. Instead, she continued deeper into the unlit parts of the station with a "catwalk" stride. Severus and Lucius followed her into the dark tunnel.
The so-called Anglo-Saxon model was about maximizing market functions, minimizing government intervention, and using economics to solve every problem, including ethical ones.
The times had changed. That woman they had encountered in Venice, Nakamura Xue, had been conceived through IVF. Her mother, Dr. Nakamura, had found a donor and obtained the baby she wanted. Combined with her high-paying job, this meant her daughter took her surname rather than, as required by Japanese law, changing to her husband's surname after marriage. Naturally, no man needed to be involved in the mother and daughter's lives.
The social roles once assigned to men had vanished. They did not need to be fathers or serve as role models for their children. Even without forming a family, women could