Zayn frowned at the speared chicken wing in disgust. Venus, noticing Zayn's distaste, stared down and took back the chicken wing, clearly crestfallen.
"Why you little…" Jombo was about to yell at Zayn. But before he could, Zayn took the chicken wing along with the fork and put them on his plate before handing another fork to Venus.
Carla, who was watching from nearby, smiled. She wasn't planning on having Venus call him daddy yet, but she was still happy to see the event that transpired.
Venus grinned and gesticulated. "This is tasty. Have it while it's still hot, Boss."
"Don't call me that." A frown creased Zayn's forehead, much to Venus's surprise. And she puffed her cheeks.
Carla frowned at the sight of that. The Devil's a capricious one. He's going to mess Venus up at this rate. Hmm… this is not good.
"Don't scare the girl." Jombo rolled his eyes, but he wasn't as harsh at Zayn as he was. His germaphobe of a grandson taking a chicken wing Venus touched was already a big concession. He used to worry about Zayn ending up childless since he hated kids and was indifferent to love. But he was glad to see Zayn starting to get along with Venus.
"Finish your dinner, Venus." Randy gave her his buffalo wings and took a slice of cake for her. "We have to go home soon. Mommy's waiting."
"Okay." Venus nodded and dug into her food.
"Take your time. I'll give you two a ride home." Jombo watched over the kids lovingly. "Get more buffalo wings for the kids, " he told the manager. "They need more."
"Yes." The manager obliged.
"Aw, I couldn't go on the rides I wanted. It's all because of this stupid injury." Josh was sulking because he didn't have enough fun. "Can we come here again once I heal up, Mr. Jombo?"
"Of course, " Jombo quickly replied. "You can come here anytime. Give me a call, and I'll pick you guys up. Wanna come here again tomorrow?"
"We'll be kindergarteners tomorrow, Mr. Jombo." Randy was the only one who remembered about that. "We're only free on weekends."
"Sure. I'll pick you up at weekends then." Jombo beamed.
"Yay. We can come here again on weekends." Josh swung his arms in excitement.
"I'm coming earlier next time so we can play around a bit longer, " Venus mumbled happily with a full mouth.
Jombo laughed heartily. "I'm happy as long as you're happy. What will you need? I'll get the waiter to serve it up."
"I want ice cream." Venus raised her hand as fast as she could.
"Me too…" Josh raised his hand too.
"Of course, of course." Jombo gestured at the manager, then the manager quickly went to fulfill the order.
"Oh no!" Benard gasped, and everyone looked at him just to see the chicken wing Venus gave to Zayn slipping from Zayn's hand, falling on his shirt before tumbling down onto the ground.
"Did it get on your shirt?" Benard asked. "Oh, it did. I'll get someone to send some clothes over."
"Easy there. Let's get someone to clean this up." Zayn glanced at the "janitor" not far from them as he wiped the sauce off his shirt with elegance.
The manager who had been standing behind them came up with the waiter to clean the mess, but Zayn frowned. He casually knocked over the wine glass, splashing the wine onto the table before smashing it against the ground. The wine dripped down, forming a small crimson pool.
"Sorry, Mr. Giblo. I'll get the janitor right away." The manager waved at the "janitor" nearby. "Come here, Foruma."
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