After returning home with his pockets filled with cash, a wide smile stretched across his face.
When he returned it was already eight in the evening.
Then his stomach suddenly grumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten all day, and with no food left to cook, he planned to settle for rice and salt.
Just as he was about to climb the stairs and go to his room, he spotted Claire that seemed to waiting for his arrival on the stairs.
When she saw him she stood up, "Mom is waiting for you for dinner. Let's go," she said offering no further explanation.
Since he was invited, he didn't refuse and followed her inside. Upon arriving, he saw that the table was filled with dishes.
"Come, come, sit here," Aunt Ruth warmly invited.
Seeing how welcoming her mother was, Claire couldn't help but wonder if she was really her daughter.
There was no way the hospitality could be this generous, even she did not receive this kind of personality.
John could only smile as he sat while Claire sat across her in a grumpy way with arms crossed.
Then he scooped some rice and food onto his plate, and after offering his thanks, they all began to eat.
"Your fried chicken is very delicious. So how did it go?" she asked.
"It's good, I guess. I completed the order, and tomorrow there will be more people buying," he said as he swallowed a mouthful of rice.
"That's good," she said approvingly as she sipped some vegetable broth.
Claire on the other hand, was closely observing their interaction. She couldn't help but pout, feeling as if she was being left out.
"It's good, I guess. I finished the order, and tomorrow there should be more people buying," he said as he swallowed a mouthful of rice.
"That's good," she replied approvingly while sipping some vegetable broth.
Claire on the other hand, closely watched their interaction. She couldn't help but pout, feeling as though she had been left out.
"Aunt, thank you for the dinner. I'll go ahead and rest now since I need to leave early in the morning," he said.
After saying his thanks, he then returned to his room. Noticing the unpleasant odor clinging to him from sweat and the smell of garlic and chicken, he decided to take a shower.
Since his room didn't have a private bathroom, he went to the shared one and occupied an empty stall.
Inside there he thoroughly cleaned himself, even using a brush meant for clothes. He scrubbed his skin until it turned red, determined to remove the sticky grime and dirt clinging to him.
Even though its painful it's still acceptable, once he was done he returned to his room.
He then lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep, exhausted from everything that had happened.
Then at exactly twelve o'clock, the double income finally took effect.
[Temporary Income Boost Card was now on effect]
[You have earned '1,470 pesos' today]
['2,940 pesos' was added in your account]
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With that the first day in this new world had finally passed. When he woke up and saw the panel, he checked his phone and discovered that the money had actually been deposited into his account.
After counting his doubled income, he also realized that the cash in his pocket had mysteriously disappeared.
"This system is really godly," he muttered as he checked his total balance.
Not only was it godly, it was also perfectly balanced. The money he had earned from selling, like the cash that had once been in his pockets had disappeared and been converted into double the income in his account.
It was fair totally controlled, and sadly it was completely impossible to abuse.
He now had about 3,850 pesos. With that amount he could buy many things and sell even more.
Before heading out he washed his face then went to the kitchen and checked the remaining ingredients.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw Claire walking down the hallway with her hair in a wild mess.
Her eyes were hazy as she let out a yawn. Even while half-awake she looked soft and delicate, her long black hair spilled loosely over her shoulders framing her sleepy face.
Dressed in a loose pink pajama that clung lightly to her figure, she gave off a fragile, morning-worn charm that made her look gentler than usual despite her hazy eyes.
But the moment she saw him those sleepy eyes were replaced with coldness. She was clearly angry after what happened last night.
But what did happen last night? Of course none, it's just a woman being angry for no reason at all.
Seeing him walk toward her he immediately knew something bad was about to happen.
"Well it's time to go," he said as he ran away.
Claire watched him escape and did not give chase since she was only wearing her pajamas.
"Hmph. I'll get you next time," she muttered as she went back to her room.
After saying that she then began preparing to go to school.
John who had finally escaped, headed to the market and bought a large amount of chicken spending another few thousand.
Looking at the plastic bags filled with meat John sighed. For 2,500 pesos worth of chicken, he had bought around fourteen kilograms.
"Hayss so expensive," he said as he shook his head.
With that he bought and stocked up on other ingredients. When everything was done he left the marketplace by tricycle and returned to the kitchen.
He was still in luck since he was alone and no one else was using it. He reused the oil from last night and followed the same process as before.
He then started the first batch of fried chicken and cooked it one by one. After checking his phone, he reread the messages and counted the pre orders which totaled eighty-two.
Because of that he decided to finish the pre-orders first and then cook more to sell beside the gas station.
When the cooking was finished, he wrapped the fried chicken in plastic according to the amount each person had ordered.
He then used a pen he had brought earlier to write their names since it was hard to identify the orders by quantity and phone number alone.
"I want to sell some fried chicken," he blurted out.
Then the system panel appeared.
[Quest: Sell Fried Chicken
Description: This is a good job
Objective: Just sell some chicken lil bro...
Reward: Money (Click Me)
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Reward: Money
Information: This reward varies based on how much you sell. The higher the sales the greater the income.
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Reading the message John was excited, if he can earn even just 500 or 1,000 from the reward then it's all good.
"System where is the pushcart?" he asked since he received this from the reward.
[Checked the Garage Host] - The system called out.
He then went to the apartment garage just right beside the old worn-out car was his pushcart.
Without caring how it got there in the first place, he pushed the cart outside then closed the garage.
After that he placed all the raw chicken in the lower compartments followed by the ingredients.
Before leaving he took another shower since he needed to look at least a bit presentable. When he arrived, those who had pre-ordered paid for their orders and immediately took a bite.
"Damn this is really delicious. Good thing I pre ordered last night," a man said as he tore into a piece of meat.
"So crunchy and tasty. I am never eating at a fast-food restaurant again."
"This is bad. I was supposed to be on a diet."
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More and more people began to share their comments when a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
"Hey handsome I want to buy again,"
Even with the compliment John was not swayed, since he knew himself well and understood that he was not that handsome.
Another reason was simple. All the fried chicken he had prepared had already been reserved through pre-orders.
He also had not cooked any extra yet. However, after seeing who it was, he nodded his head since she was his very first customer and the same girl from yesterday.
The same as before, she wore a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into a simple black skirt, her figure was modest but well-proportioned, giving off a youthful charm rather than anything flashy.
There was a playful glint in her eyes and a faint, teasing smile on her lips, the kind of expression that is up to something mischievous.
"Sure, how much do you want," he asked with a smile.