Villainess Raising Kiddo's
Chapter 17

Reyhan Abrisam's house is not far from the night market, about a ten-minute walk away.

He ends the conversation with Ollie, then goes to the night market alone without calling his other friend.

In the night market, the scent of different foods mixed into one, making people drool. Reyhan did not see the other, but directly walked to the very end.

The inside is a barbecue shop and a fried rice stall. Foodstuffs poured into boiling oil produce sound.

The deeper it is, the more pedestrians. Many of them are unidirectional. Looking at the light from the innermost tavern board from afar, Reyhan's eyes sparkled. He hastened his pace.

Small canopy full of people, fan working non-stop.

In front of the stove, a young woman was rubbing meat skewers with oil. Movement fast. After smearing, he sprinkled another meat with spices. After which, he placed a few skewers on the tray, an aged woman who brought them to the guests.

Just looking at it once, Reyhan felt his heartbeat quick. Most of the people who set up stalls in the night market were in their thirties. This was the first time he had seen such a young one.

Not only is she young, she is beautiful.

Summer hot weather. The temperature next to the stove was even higher. Even though the fan was blowing fiercely, the person near the stove remained sweating.

Sweat drenches on the forehead, condenses into water droplets, then slides into the base of the nose from the eyebrows. Stop for a moment at the tip of the nose, then drip onto the floor and disappear.

Reyhan stared at the sweat droplets without taking his gaze away from the base of Vera's nose. He swallowed his saliva and felt his throat somewhat dry.

Vera was beautiful, her skin white and soft, the tip of her eyes curved, the base of her nose small and pointed, the corners of her lips raised and red, as if teasing people all the time.

Due to the hot temperature, his neck was also sweating. Sweat granules slid into the clearly visible collarbone, then slipped into the clothes, impregnated by the cloth.

Reyhan felt his body heat up. He forced himself to turn his face away and took out a tray to pick out food. He's not focused. After taking out two skewers of meat, he could not control his eyes anymore.

Even from behind, this woman's body was still perfect. Her waist can be circled with one hand, her hips are round and full, both her legs are slender and quite eye-catching. How Reyhan wanted to lift both feet and worship each inch with his tongue.

The sound of clutter sounded from next door. Reyhan came to his senses and pulled his gaze back awkwardly. He glanced at the person next door, that person's gaze was also fixed on the woman who was in front of the stove. A moment later, he pulled his gaze back and said to Reyhan. "Dude, use each other's abilities?"

Reyhan cleared his throat without saying anything.

The barbecue business is bustling, all the seats are filled. Reyhan waited while standing for a while, then immediately picked up the table as the person sitting there paid and left.

The person who was talking to him approached. He picked up a bottle of beer, opened it and drank it, then raised his eyebrows to Reyhan. "You or me?"

Reyhan quiet. The last time he came here, he saw more than five people approaching the woman, but they were all rejected without exception. Reyhan didn't think that he had any hope, so he wouldn't embarrass himself.

The man next to her was impatient. Seeing Reyhan not responding, he stood up and walked over to it. With a confident smile, he approached Vera. "Beautiful, are you hot?"

Vera was calculating the temperature of each meat skewer. The sound of the fan was too loud that he did not hear anyone talking at all.

The man was unhappy about being ignored. He asked in a louder voice. When Vera turned her head, she asked again, "When did you close the stall? Let's go to karaoke."

Vera threw her face away, looking at the thing in front of her again. "I can't sing."

"It's okay. You can't, I can teach you. I can sing."

"Not interested."

Vera flipped over a few meat skewers and turned towards the person. The man next to her thought Vera would talk to her so she smiled widely. However, Vera said, "Please step aside."

He gritted his teeth, but did not move. Someone pushed from behind. The middle-aged woman carried a tray and pushed the man with her body. After putting down the meat, he greeted her, "What's your order, handsome? I'll see if it's ripe."

The man came to tempt women, not ordering food at all. What's ripe? He shamelessly wanted to say something to Vera, but the woman half pushed and pulled him away.

"Patience, handsome. The meat will be ripe soon."

After expelling the flies, Mutia Sari returned to Vera's side while whispering to her. "You can't be alone. Those people come here every day. One day there will be trouble."

Vera's movement stopped for a moment.

Since setting up the stall here, there was no end to the men trying to get close to Vera. Some people were even waiting outside until he closed the stall to invite her to go somewhere.

There's no way Vera isn't worried. Therefore, he recruited Mutia.

Mutia was three or four heads old. He has a lot of knowledge and temperament. He helped her get rid of a lot of problems.

It was just that Mutia did not stay with him, so she could only help him when the hours worked. After closing the stall, then it cannot. As Mutia said, who knows among those men there are those who dare to take risks. It was too late for Vera to regret it back then.

Vera sighed inwardly, thinking of a plan to deal with it.

He had never experienced such a situation in his previous life. He was young when he set up the kiosk, outside the school anyway. All of his clients are school friends. No one dared to disturb him.

In college, he had already opened a stall, and usually rarely went there. After graduating from college, he opened a private restaurant. The customer is reduced because the price is high. The people who eat there are rich people. They have often seen women and usually relate on the basis of liking.

Mutia knew that Vera had a four-year-old who had just entered kindergarten. He thought there was still a father figure in their family so he proposed the idea.

"..." - ".Where should she find a husband?!

"I'll consider it."

"Try talking to your husband after you get home. If your husband won't pick you up, I'll go home with you. At most I walk a little far."

The idea was good too. He could drive Mutia home afterwards. Vera nodded at him. "Thank you then."

Mutia went to deliver the order. Vera's hand kept moving, but she was thinking about how to deal with this.

Time to get home from work is too late. Night is always more dangerous than day. Always with Mutia was not necessarily completely safe. Vera recalled her plans beforehand; raising money to open a shop, hiring people to burn satay, she just needed to make sauce.

That way, he wouldn't need to go out at night so wouldn't meet those bullies.

His business is now good, with a net profit of about four million per day, meaning one hundred and twenty million per month. A shophouse around is rented for forty to sixty million per month, including decoration and labor costs.

If added ....

Anyway, his current savings were far from enough.

Vera counting. After deducting her daily expenses, she had to work at least three more months to collect that much money.

Three months is really long.

Does he have to be a "partner" to avoid the bullies?

Vera shook her head vigorously, throwing those frightening thoughts out of her mind.

That's not worth it.

On the other hand, Reyhan who saw the man's efforts fail, shook his head and suppressed his desires. He sent a message to his friend.

After eating a bowl of hot dry noodles, Ollie was walking to digest the food. He was quite surprised when he received a message from his friend. After making sure that his pal wasn't lying, he rubbed his stomach.

It seemed, his stomach could still hold food.

Ollie informs Reyhan, then takes a taxi to the night market again. After getting off the taxi, he pulled out a foldable phone and started a live broadcast.

There were already many people waiting in the live broadcast room. Ollie greeted them. "Yesterday I wanted to try the barbecue restaurant that my friend recommended, but unfortunately it is not open. How can I give up on good food? So, I'll try again today."

Ollie walked down the street between the booths with a gontai step. "We can see that the sky is already a bit dark ...."

He walked over while introducing, occasionally joking with followers. Walking outside the booth, Ollie took a deep breath. "The fragrance!"

Inside the canopy is very crowded. Ollie came in and photographed the groceries in the safe. He praised the freshness of the ingredients, then moved to the barbecue machine to take a photo of the barbecue up close.

The meat burned on top of the machine makes a firecracker sound. Surface's oily. A pair of hands quickly flipped over and applied oil. Looks regular.

In its live broadcast, many viewers stated that this food looks appetizing. Ollie smelled the scent and nodded. "Agreed."

Vera had just finished dealing with the person who asked for her phone number, then someone came again. He felt a little annoyed and did not want to pay attention. As a result, the person next to him got closer.

Unable to bear it, he turned his head and wanted to reprimand. However, the person's attention was not at all on him.

Except ... satay on the stove.

Vera felt awkward. She bit her lips and wanted to turn her head in the other direction, but accidentally made eye contact with Ollie who was looking at her.

"Sorry, sorry. I just feel ...." Ollie apologized as they sat. However, after seeing the appearance of the person in front of him, he was blown away.

He looked at Vera for a moment, then retracted his presumptuous gaze, and finished his sentence. "This meat looks delicious."

Vera recovered from the awkwardness, thanked him, then continued her work.

Ollie looked at the cell phone. The camera caught Vera's face clearly. The people in the broadcast room were stunned by Vera's beauty like her. They were all hysterical and filled the comment field.

[Damn, it's so pretty!]

[Can such a beautiful woman open the stall?! Too bad!]

[I gave it three minutes to scrape all the information about the beautiful woman!]

[Do not fuck. She's my wife. Thank ye. We'll get a marriage license tomorrow.]

[Go, she's obviously my wife!]