Claire feeling embarrassed of how much she had eaten just snorted in reply as she swayed her hips while crossing her arms and looked at him like its not her problem.
"So what about it? You told me to take a bite, and I did. Hmph," she said.
She then grabbed three more pieces, but as soon as she touched them, she felt how hot they were.
Startled, she quickly dropped them on the container of fried chicken and noticed John staring at her.
Wanting to escape as fast as possible, she rushed to the nearest plate, picked one up, placed three pieces of fried chicken on it, and tried to look calm.
"I think my mother would want some too, so I'll go give her a few," she said.
With that, she turned around and fled back toward the apartment.
Seeing her run off like a child caught in the act, he simply shook his head and continued his work.
When she arrived at her home later, her face was as red as a tomato, and she stood there too embarrassed to leave.
After finishing the cooking, John checked each message and began wrapping everything one by one.
He had originally planned to sell the next day using a pushcart, but with so many pre orders already in place and lacking some ingredients and resources, he decided that starting tomorrow, he needed to prepare properly before selling again.
With that, he carried everything and went off. Watching him work hard through the window, Aunt Ruth could not help but sigh in relief, as it no longer seemed like his change is just a fluke.
"Honey, can you prepare the table? Let's have dinner and eat together, we'll just wait for him to finish before we start. Is that fine with you?" she asked.
Claire simply nodded because she was not hungry for now, having already eaten more than five medium sized pieces of fried chicken.
Seeing her daughter carrying a plate with one piece of fried chicken, Ruth could even spot a blissful expression on her face.
"Is that the fried chicken he made? Why do you look so happy?" she asked, tilting her head as she looked at her daughter.
It was supposed to be three pieces in the first place, yet only one remained. What a mystery...
"Who looks happy? Hmph, I'm not happy at all. Here Mom, that bastard wanted you to try some. Go ahead and taste it," she said with another lie again.
In a way it worked in John's favor, as it showed that he was caring and willing to give.
But truthfully he would have offered some himself, but with his mind completely occupied, he had forgotten to set aside a portion for Aunt Ruth.
"Claire watch your language. If you keep talking like that, who will want to marry you in the future?" Ruth said.
Hearing the word marriage Claire's face instantly turned red, wondering why her mother reached this topic
"Why are you even bringing marriage into this? I'm only twenty years old, I'm too young mom. I'll just leave this here. Eat it if you want," she said.
Completely defeated by her mother's teasing, she slowly retreated to her room.
But before she could open the door Ruth continued, "Your mother is just worried about your future. If you keep that attitude, you'll be single forever."
Hearing this, Claire stomped her foot like a little girl as he then turned her head confidently.
"Hmph. When your daughter is this beautiful, who wouldn't want me?" she declared before storming into her room, full of triumph.
"Hayss, this child is really... I hope one day there will be a man who can handle your personality," she muttered.
With that, she took a bite of the fried chicken. The moment she tasted it, her eyes widened in surprise at how delicious it was.
"No wonder that kid received so many pre orders. This level of cooking is insane," she sighed deeply as she ate everything until only the bone was left.
"Whoever marries that kid in the future will be blessed for life. Even just this fried chicken alone is already amazing. I wonder how many other dishes he knows," she sighed again feeling a little sad, knowing her own cooking was nowhere near his level.
Back to John when he arrived, all the customers who had pre ordered were waiting for him, this also includes the driver who ordered over twenty pieces.
Then as John handed the food to them, each of them took a bite and as expected, it was delicious.
Those who had not tasted it earlier but had already placed pre orders could finally enjoy their first bite.
The moment they tasted it, they felt as if they were in heaven. Seeing the crowd gathering around him, even more people grew curious.
By the time John finished handing out the orders, a flock of people had gathered around him.
Some of those who were curious and wanted to try it soon realized that the food was only for people who had pre ordered.
As they smelled the fried chicken from others, their stomachs growled loudly. They really wanted to beat someone up since they did not know this.
If they did, they would have pre ordered as well but in the end, they decided to place pre orders as well.
Since many of them went to work early in the morning, this arrangement suited them just fine.
Seeing more and more people placing orders, John felt genuinely happy. After giving out his number, messages began coming in one by one.
He watched as the orders piled up like never before. This was not something common for a simple fried chicken stall, but given his current situation, it felt completely natural.