"Pregnant people are surprisingly unique, I even bought a cart, but she can't even eat a single box of it." Regan shook his head and smiled to himself.
When he remembered that he had bought a martabak cart, he called the butler at the villa to receive it.
After that, he returned to focus on the street while occasionally looking for martabak traders.
As soon as he saw what he was looking for, Regan pulled over to the side of the road, before finally getting off in an aristocratic style that made everyone around him immediately startled and looked at him in awe.
Some of them who knew him, immediately whispered to each other.
"Oh my God, it's Mr. Regan, what is he doing here?"
"Yeah, he can't eat food on the roadside like this right?"
They replied to each other.
But...
"Excuse me, I want to buy two boxes of martabak and toast for my wife."
