Chapter: 1017

Joey was a cute child and he had even worn suspenders that day. As he held Rachel's hand and walked through the crowd, he naturally attracted many people's attention. Their focus was first on Little

Joey, then on the two people beside him. From their clothes to their temperament, everything just screamed how different they were.

"Fifteen dollars for two roasted chicken wings fresh from the grill.

Delicious chicken wings cooked with my secret sauce! Buy them while they are still hot." A vendor shouted as he packed the food for other customers. His voice was the loudest among all the others near them.

Attracted by the shouting, Joey stopped suddenly and turned around.

The oven, which was about his height, was full of coal that emitted sparks. Chicken wings were placed on the grill, and sesame oil and sauce were spread on them again and again, making a sizzling sound.

They were a nice reddish-brown color that called out to his stomach.

Joey couldn't help swallowing hard with desire shining in his eyes.

After packing the last bag of roasted chicken wings, the stall owner caught sight of Joey who was looking at roasted chicken wings. He had seen that same look in so many different eyes. He smile and called out to him, “Little boy. Say, would you like to have some?"

Joey went to nod but stopped on second thought and looked up at

Rachel as if he was asking for her opinion.

"Go ahead."

Joey was already walking towards the stall before she could finish her sentence. He stared at the big oven and said, "Sir, I want three skewers, please."

“Coming right up!" The owner picked up the chicken wings from the shelf quickly and packed them.

“Little boy, I also have roasted trotters and roasted drumsticks here. Would you like to buy some of those too?"

"Roasted trotters? I've never tried them. Are they delicious?"

"Of course, they taste good! I made them. Tell you what, if you think they are not delicious, then you don't need to pay them.

Little boy, I have never seen you before. So I'm guessing this is your first time coming here, right? I promise you that you made the right choice to come here. My stall may be small, but I have worked here for more than ten years. I have sold at least tens of thousands of roasted trotters in that time. And no one has ever said that the food I cook is not delicious. The sauce is an ancient secret family recipe. You can't find such delicious food anywhere else."

In his ten years of experience, the stall owner had learned how to read his customers. He could tell at a glance that the kid in front of him wasn't from an ordinary family. By just looking at the parents he instantly knew that they were rich. They had probably brought him out to experience an ordinary life for a change. If he played his cards well, maybe he would make a lot of money that night.

Joey thought about it and said, "Then, if you say so, I will buy some."

The owner picked up a long clip and placed it in the oven. Only then did Joey see that the trotters were wrapped in tinfoil and placed in the charcoal under the oven.

But the oven was smoking, so Joey didn't dare to get close to it. He wanted to look at what was inside, but he couldn't because he wasn't tall enough.

He could only stand on the tip of his toes and try to get a glimpse of it.

Suddenly, a man behind him stretched out his hands, and then Joey was lifted into the air. As he left the ground, Joey could now see clearly what was in the oven.

He turned around and was shocked to see Victor's face, which was very close to his.