Chapter 31: Sani's Muscles Relax

Sani ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it. She understood how difficult it was for a homeless person to make some money. Living on the streets for a long time, with hunger and disease striking occasionally, while she looked down on what Big Brother was doing, she also understood his actions. For the sake of money, one had to swallow their pride. If it wasn't for the power of faith holding her back, she might have given up her dignity by now.

"I saw someone on Facebook promoting their burger joint, where all burgers are one dollar, and you get a free pineapple pie with every burger," Sani walked ahead, flipping through her phone, and said to Big Brother behind her.

When they moved together, Sani was usually the one leading the way. Big Brother didn't really care what they ate. Having escaped from the shadow of cancer, everything tasted delicious to him. But Sani took her time to choose and ended up picking the cheapest place, which left Big Brother feeling amused and helpless.

"We can look for something a bit better, anything under a hundred dollars is fine," he said. He really felt like he owed Sani a lot for her help. Stranded alone in a strange place, without Sani's assistance, his situation wouldn't have been any better.

Today was only his third day in San Lorenzo, but he had already earned over a thousand bucks. Though there was a lot of coincidence involved, and it wasn't easily replicable, he had gone from nothing to barely scraping by. That counted as some progress.

Treating a friend to a meal was only natural. Thinking about this, Big Brother said softly, "Sani, I just want to thank you, not only for introducing me here today but also for all the help you've given me lately."

Sani didn't quite know how to respond to such words. Her family had never taught her about these things. Sani's upbringing wasn't much better than the streets, and she didn't have anyone else to inspire her in this regard. Lately, Big Brother had started to seem like one of those "elites" from TV shows to her.

After thinking for a few seconds and seeing Big Brother beginning to wonder if he had said something wrong, Sani finally spoke up.

"How about you buy me a new phone?"

Damn it! I'm such a bitch!

Why did I make such a request?

Sani cursed herself. She had wanted a new phone for a long time, and the idea had been lingering in her mind, almost like a dream. You could think about it in your dreams, but you wouldn't dare think about it when you were awake. So, when she didn't know how to respond, her subconscious made the choice for her.

She wasn't sure how she came up with those words, but Sani truly felt terrible about it.

Terrible!

The human language system could truly bypass the brain's thinking, allowing subconscious communication with others. Questioners can refer to slurring and talking in one's sleep.

"Haha, that's a good idea, but let's not think about that for now. Let's go eat first," Big Brother said, not noticing anything unusual. Communication among friends was like this, seamlessly switching between serious and nonsense. He just thought Sani was joking.

Hearing Big Brother's reply, Sani's nervousness and self-blame finally eased. She felt her back muscles relaxing.

Sani didn't have many friends, but she knew that Big Brother didn't seem to have any objections because of her inexplicable words.

That was enough for her.

Sani knew she wasn't a bitch.

She considered Big Brother a friend and wouldn't make excessive demands of her friends.

"All right, I've made my choice. Follow Mama Sani this way!"

"Bro, it's not that I can't handle it, you just don't know what happened!"

"That Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan's son was as fast as lightning, so fast I couldn't even see his moves!"

"He knocked me down with just one move! I suspect he's one of those villains, you know, the superhero's opponent in the movies!"

"You have no idea how amazing he is! He told me himself, his parents are Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan!"

"He's here in America to cause trouble for Captain America! I'm telling you, Captain America is in big trouble!"

San Lorenzo's evening was a bit cold, and Colonel was curled up in his kennel. He waved his arms exaggeratedly, saliva flying as he explained what happened yesterday to his little brother.

In his words, Big Brother had found new parents already, and they were both men. Big Brother had even become Captain America's enemy.

Not all Bros were as outrageous as Colonel; there were also black people who didn't like drinking water (because of the lead). Colonel's exaggerated descriptions were full of loopholes, and his little brother laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

"Did your mom forget to give you a brain when she gave birth to you, Colonel? Bruce Lee is a man, and so is Jackie Chan. Can two men have a baby together?"

Little brother's words infuriated Colonel, and his forehead quickly turned red as blood rushed to his head, and his breath turned into white mist.

He wanted to go into berserk mode, but he couldn't beat his little brother. Colonel only knew that Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan were Asians, but he always thought Bruce Lee was a woman. So, he couldn't think of a rebuttal to his little brother.

At this moment, a Democratic Party flyer was picked up by the wind on the West Coast. The height of the flyer was just right for Colonel's black face to be aligned with it perfectly.

Was he a genius?

Colonel's words made his little brother's butthole clench. His little brother remembered the happy times when they earned over ten bucks from the traffic on the street and went to the internet cafe to play video games together. They sat close together, and Colonel even squeezed his shoulder once.

His little brother was still feeling scared. Colonel was already going berserk.

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Big Brother didn't know that his incompetent subordinate, Colonel, had completed a magnificent turnaround.

Watching Sani's satisfied expression, Big Brother sighed helplessly, rubbing his temples.

"I specifically emphasized that we could go to a better place, so why did you choose this one-dollar burger joint? And this is just a food truck, not a restaurant."

Sani was about to speak up when a round head popped out from behind the burger truck.

"Hello there, I'm Domo. Welcome to BBB Burgers, or you can call it Big Big Big Burgers!"

Domo's face was round, like well-risen dough, and he wore a small, comically oversized white chef's hat on his head. Despite his large size, at least two hundred pounds, his face wore an earnest smile.

As if not hearing Big Brother's complaint, Domo warmly introduced the menu.

"Raspberry pie, pineapple pie, that's all we have. What can I get for you two?"

Sani pointed at Big Brother's shoulder with her finger, signaling him to make the choice.

Shaking his head, Big Brother chuckled and ordered a few burgers with interesting names.