VegasPete from KinnPorsche full Story
Vegas is from the second branch family. Pete is Kinn's bodyguard that was sent to Vegas's house to search for evidence of their family's corruption, but he got caught and tortured by Vegas.
Vegas envied Kinn...
More than an hour later, Vegas carried a plastic bag of the food into the room, accompanied by the asshole who walked in and placed some plates on the table. I chose two side dishes and two boxes of plain rice. The rest, he'll put it in the refrigerator for me to eat later. I managed to pour all I wanted to the plate. I didn't know how big my smile was now.
But I didn't care about it, so I scooped up some rice and slowly chewed until the flavor penetrated my taste buds, one bite at a time. Vegas walked across the room, opening the balcony door wide, probably afraid that the curry smell would fill the room. I ate the rice until my cheeks were puffed as he watched my actions.
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"You're being a little weird. With just this curry rice, did you bring this for me to kill me after?"Ah! I took the courage to say that out of nowhere. Why do I keep forgetting myself and getting Porsche's habit of bad-mouthing someone like this?
"Swallow first. Don't talk with your mouth full." Vegas walked over, poured water into a glassand placed it near my plate, then he collapsed on the sofa next to me.
"Goddamn it," I cursed to myself softly. Then he tilted his head slightly to look at me.
"Is it that delicious? You don't want the Japanese food I bought?" said Vegas, placing his arm onthe couch's arm frame, laying down on his back in a relaxed manner.
"Yes! It's delicious. I'm so tired of eating the greasy food here. And holy shit, this restaurant is so awesome!" I praised the Kua Kling and the sweet pork on the plate with admiration. This is the true taste of life.
"The color looks like it could kill you. Isn't it spicy for you?" Vegas looked at me and the plate of rice alternately in curiosity.
"It's not that spicy. Sweet pork and Kua Kling go together perfectly." Vegas shook his head. I was afraid that he wouldn't believe me since he didn't eat much of the sophisticated flavors of local cuisine here. So I took some rice with the sweet pork, cut it with a little Kua Kling and placed them on the spoon. Then I lifted it towards his mouth.
"Here, try to eat this." I did it without thinking. I was just being proud of the food in my hometown. The bastard Vegas looked at me and froze.
"I... I already ate with Macau," said Vegas, a little surprised.
"Come on! Just try it yourself," I urged and kept nearing the spoon to his mouth.
"I don't eat spicy food."
"I know... which is why I put in a lot of sweet pork. Hurry up."
Vegas hesitated before slowly opening his mouth as I slipped in the spoon filled with food.
"What do you think?" As he chewed, I watched him with excitement. Why was I even excited,you may ask? It was just that it's in my blood to boast about the food of my hometown.
