Daddy the Miracle Medic (Lachlan and Miranda) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 The one who causes trouble

Within half an hour, Lachlan arrived at the morning market in the west city district. He saw a fried dough stick stand on the roadside near the market entrance. The reason he came all this way was because he knew they used good oil here.

"Boss, give me two pounds... no, five pounds. Just make it ten pounds of fried dough sticks... and two bowls of tofu pudding to go!" Lachlan said to the stand owner.

The stand owner looked at Lachlan strangely and asked, "Young man, are you here to cause trouble?"

Lachlan shook his head speechlessly and said, "How about I pay you first?"

The dragon energy constantly surging from his left kidney nourished and strengthened his body while also making him feel like a bottomless pit in need of nutrients. Nora was hungry but Lachlan was even hungrier! He felt like he could eat an entire cow!

Hearing that Lachlan wanted to pay first, the stand owner finally relaxed and pointed at a pile of fried dough sticks in front of him saying, "This is all we have but it might not be exactly ten pounds. I'll weigh them for you so you can pay for what you get."

"Okay!" Lachlan nodded.

At this time another group arrived at the breakfast stall as well. At their head was an imposing old man holding a porcelain doll-like little girl who appeared to be only six or seven years old.

In addition, there was a handsome young man and a middle-aged man with an imposing presence.

"Grandpa, Dr. Bailey said you can't eat greasy food. If my grandma finds out you snuck out to eat fried dough sticks, she'll scold you again!" The handsome young man sighed.

"Who said I came out to eat fried dough sticks? I came out for morning exercises, got it?" The old man glared at the young man.

"Okay! Okay! You came out for morning exercises." The handsome young man clearly couldn't do anything about his grandfather and shrugged helplessly.

It's said that some people never grow up, and his grandfather who used to be a dominant figure was no exception.

"This place uses good oil and the tofu pudding is also delicious. Let's go over and have a few bites!" The old man walked over without hesitation with an eager expression on his face.

"Boss, give us four pounds of fried dough sticks and four bowls of tofu pudding," the old man ordered without hesitation.

The stall owner was weighing Lachlan's order when he heard this request. He apologized, "Oh, Sir, I'm really sorry but we're sold out of fried dough sticks."

As someone who had been in business for years, he could tell that the old man wasn't an ordinary person just by looking at him.

"No more? Then what are these?"

The handsome young man furrowed his brow and pointed to the pile of fried dough sticks. "He's buying all of these?" he asked.

The vendor explained politely, "Yes, he is."

"So he's going to eat all of them himself? Can he even handle that? Give us half!" The young man didn't wait for a response from Lachlan before making his demand.

Lachlan couldn't help but notice the arrogance in the young man's demeanor. He was used to dealing with people like him.

"Um... could we split them up a bit?" The vendor looked at Lachlan for guidance.

Lachlan frowned and glanced at the old man. He replied calmly, "Sorry, I don't have enough for myself. I don't want to share."

The young man's attitude annoyed Lachlan. He hadn't even had enough food yet, so why should he give any away?

And besides, what about the old man's health?