Richard, devastated, took a bite of the succulent and tender beef brisket, and suddenly found that his tears had stopped, his eyes no longer red, and was staring intently at the skewer in front of him with unbelievable eyes.
"Why... why does this beef taste so fragrant and tender? Mom, why have you never bought this cut of beef before?"
Marian's face darkened.
Are you blaming me now, kid?
"Marian! Your potato chips are ready!"
She snatched the skewer from her son's hand, pouting, "Go on, darling, you need to help out, remember our agreement."
Richard licked the cumin particles from his lips, looked at the skewer anxiously, and hurried over to the food truck, worried it wouldn't taste as good cold.
Just as he took a step, he saw two tall figures by the window and froze.
"De... demons are there! Help!!"
Marian ignored her son's pleading gaze, shrugged, and bit into a piece of brisket, chewing.
"Mmm, delicious~"
