Talking with this man every day for two weeks straight had brought us closer in understanding each other to an extent.
He still didn't know that I'm a mother but he's aware of where I work. My aunt's cook shop.
With my airpods in, he had called though he was busy doing something else.
The best thing bout this is him a use him credit, or as him always tell mih is the flow minutes him making use of.
Tu how him comfortable fih call, him dweet when him realise mih have the time fih answer. It's just that mih curfew is around the time mih deh roun' Kyng.
From mih one seed tell mih him mind mih cut the way how wih use to talk. It's like a malis thing cause if it nuh important mih nuh wah hear and it hurt him bad. Him wah paint mih as the bad guy yet a him a bawl tu mih when him wah attention.
Pity mih a give stranger cause cow neva know the use of its tail till butcher cut it off.
Slamming the sharp knife down unto the chicken feet, removing the nails one after the other.
Uncle lazy fih sharpen the knife dem and I might as well lend him next time him come borrow it. Naw duh him job.
"Wah ya duh Dainty?" Gio acknowledges me at last.
"Clean up some chicken foot." I answered, hearing him choke. Or coughing rather.
Him probably a smoke weed ya now.
"Yuh did duh dem sum deh tu?" He asked.
"Sir, a foods and agriculture mih duh a school. A true mih did inna shop front fih dih past two weeks?" I laughed a bit.
"Mhmm hmm." He hums. "Mih cyaw see yuh?"
Mih start blush sed time.
"When?"
"Video call." He says and I looked around me but shrugged.
"If yuh can stomach the sight." I laughed.
"Yuh cyaw trick mih. Ansa the call, big chef."
I quickly removed my hand from the glove and accepted the call, putting it up where he could see around the room.
"Watch eh Dainty dolly." He teases and I laughed out, throwing on the glove again.
"Yuh nuh see nuh dolly yah suh." I shook my head, returning to the cutting board.
"Cyaw believe mih eye." He says and I looked up go see him smiling widely as his face was closed up to the camera. "Dainty a big chef."
"Mih did tell yuh seh it's more to mih than the looks." I blushed, resuming cutting more nails off and putting the feet in a bowl filled with water.
"Dat mih a realise. Suh wah ya duh entirely?" He inquired and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"When meat get delivered, more while mih do the prepping and it serve close to a whole month sometimes."
"Eh." He chuckles.
"Yeah. Wih washed, prep, sanitized, seasoned and deep freeze suh everything well ready fih use when eh time comes. That's why wih food suh sweet. Mih usually start off wid dih foot dem first cause it's the easiest. Si mih finally finish yah and mih have dem a wash off fih the second time inna some lime and vinegar mixed water fih cut the rawness."
"Seet deh, big chef." He hypes and I laughed. "Continue mih dear."
"Next mih have mih bowl ready wid dih seasonings. Maggi, ginger power, crushed garlic, thyme, pepper and such. Mih love the second wash cause mih nuh wah nuh blood and dirt inna mih meat."
"Right." He agreed and I giggled, taking a glimpse at him when I'm moving the feet to the seasoning bowl.
Him just a watch suh and mih sure sumaddy just move from the background. Probably him friends dem cause it's like him a shit and them a fly.
We talked, or I talked and he admired or ask questions.
I got the chicken feet bagged in different parcels then brought to room where we have all the large deep freezers.
Now I have around ten whole chickens on the table that aunty has already cleaned up a bit.
"Yuh good enuh, Dainty." Gio spoke.
"Sometimes." I teased and he laughs.
"Naw lie, big ooman ting. Yuh know yuh work, young girl."
"Wah young bout twenty three?" I find myself asking.
"A nuh really bout dih age enuh, but yuh look even younger now since yuh hair cut." I'll leave it up to him to make a comment about it every day.
"A regular thing fih yuh seh." I smiled, getting the knife and running it through the each areas. The legs, thighs, wings, breasts and back.
"True...wah ya do now?" He inquired.
"Dem yah ten chicken a fih fry. Wih already have some inna the freezer suh mih nuh affi duh more."
"An wah else yuh a do after this?" His question makes me laugh.
"More chicken." I said with funny voice.
"A chicken alone yuh can duh?" He teases.
"Yuh wish, Giovanni." I hissed. "The menu includes beef, mutton, pork, fish, turkey neck, crawfish, salt mackerel, other sea food and sometimes bush crab inna the mix. Chicken just happens to be the number one protein and it prepared any way possible."
"Tell mih dem chef." He continues, laughing though listening to me blurting it all out.
"Alfredo, chow mein, barbecued/jerked, brown stewed, curry, soup, fried and styled."
"Styled?" He asked.
"Yeah. Orange chicken, pineapple chicken, lasagna..."
"Mih nuh trust yuh enuh, Kai-à Dainty Damsel." He spoke seriously and I looked up from the meat to him. "Weh yuh man deh?"
I hissed loudly this time. "Feel man can afford mih time, or mih can manage fih have one."
He hums and I focused on my work. "How much ya charge fih come cook fih mih?"
"Yuh cyaw serious." I laughed.
"Serious as yuh ole damaged hair." He said seriously and I laughed for the better.
Man just hot fih mih hair suh.
"Dainty!" Aunty called and I looked towards the doorway.
"Yes aunty?" I answered.
"Onique seh if ya scale the fish dem fih him?" She enquiries.
"Mih look like octa lady fih deh scale ova hundred fish by mih..." I started grumbling loudly.
"Him seh fih lock chat cause him already send the money tu yuh account." She laughs and I did too.
"Tu which account?" I asked.
"Scotia."
"Yes, him mean business then. A wah, wifey send money fih him birthday?" I recognized.
"Yes mih girl. An him seh fih ask a how much ticket yuh want?"
"Yuh want a fish fry ticket, Gio?" I found myself asking and he grins.
"That good mon, but no." He declined so I nod.
"Just two a dem good." I tell her before she left, returning to the shop front.
"Suh yuh usually get job offers?" He asks.
"Yeah but mih used to do the things from home." I said, remembering my depression state.
"Mih still want yuh come cook fih mih still." He reminded and I nod.
"Mih will think bout it."
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Dickmatized Dainty (Book 3)
Short StoryDainty had to deal with Gio's friends eating her food that she'll need after the dick appointment. She has so much to go through and her mind on the money. Lázuri went through a scammer, police officer and ended up fucking a top boss, a billionaire...
