A man with smooth skin was eating beef soup in a stall that was quite crowded with visitors. Before the soup was finished, a middle-aged woman approached him with a plate of butter-fried chicken wings, french fries, and a glass of Sake.
"Oh.. I didn't order this.."
The woman with the head that was already covered with a fair amount of grey hair immediately shook her palm, "It's free, Boss. Please accept it."
"Gosh.. Auntie, you don't have to be like this.." Marcel looked uneasy.
The woman shook her head, "It's okay. I made it with pleasure. I have a lot of customers today. It's all thanks to you, Boss Marcel."
"I told you, don't call me Boss." Marcel scratched the back of his non-itchy head. But, no matter how much he wanted to say it, it seemed that these people never wanted to hear and kept calling him by that name.
"I've paid Yossi a weekly deposit," Said the woman as she lifted the empty bowl from the table.
