Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted Chapter 2470 – Darcie stiffened at the mention of “pork rib soup.”

Back when she was in school, her family struggled financially. They could barely afford her tuition, let alone extra living expenses. To get by, she worked various jobs—handing out flyers, selling clothes, serving in restaurants—anything that could earn her some money. But even then, the cost of her studies often outweighed what she made.

Jessica, one of the few students from a wealthy family in Salcator, was in the same dormitory. The eight girls in the dorm usually ate at the cafeteria, but Darcie and Jessica would often stay behind. Darcie stayed because she couldn’t afford much, making do with pickled vegetables and steamed buns to avoid being seen and to maintain her dignity. Jessica, on the other hand, avoided the cafeteria because it was too noisy and disrupted her thoughts. Her family would deliver food to her, so she ate in the dormitory.

They shared the only table in the dorm, sitting across from each other. At that time, Darcie’s idea of wealth was having decent clothes and enough money to add more meat to her meals. But the dishes in front of Jessica that day were far more luxurious than anything she could imagine. Jessica noticed Darcie’s longing gaze and invited her to join in. Hunger made Darcie accept the offer without hesitation.

As Darcie ate, savoring meat she rarely had, Jessica kept urging her to eat more vegetables, talking about the importance of a balanced diet. That was when Darcie first felt the sting of inequality. While she struggled to eat enough, someone was lecturing her on healthy eating. She felt humiliated, not just because of her circumstances, but because Jessica’s actions felt like a display of charity.

Darcie didn’t actually like pork rib soup. She just wanted to eat more meat but felt too ashamed to take too much, so she drank more of the broth instead. Jessica’s talk of table manners—like not taking the same dish three times in a row—only added to her discomfort. To Darcie, it felt like a way to show off her superiority under the guise of kindness. That’s why Darcie grew to despise pork rib soup later on.

So when Wenham mentioned it, Darcie quickly corrected him, “Mr. Hall’s memory isn’t what it used to be. I don’t like pork rib soup. I prefer Tremella porridge. Auntie’s Tremella porridge is something I’ve remembered for years.”