"You set up this food stall to earn money," said Wilson, "and I'm here to spend money for food, and that's that. As for whether or not I can finish the food, that's not something you need to worry about."

After speaking, he strode to one of the empty tables and took a seat. Being well-dressed and good-looking, he stood out starkly from the shabby surroundings. Clara would never have thought that he would come here, much less order something to eat! What exactly was he trying to do?!

Clara's head was full of confused thoughts as she busied herself with cooking with her head down. Soon, she was done preparing the dishes and served them up at the small table where Wilson was seated. Eventually, every inch of the tiny table was full of food.

At that moment, Clara was glad she only had ten items on her menu because the tiny table would not have enough room for any more food than that!

"Your cooking is much better than it used to be," Wilson suddenly said as Clara was serving up the last