Chapter 159. One Chicken a Week (7)

There's no one in this world who dislikes chicken.

Even Deus believers and infidels who try to kill each other on sight can't get enough chicken meat.

"Mateo, want to go eat chicken?"

Hearing those words, the blacksmith Mateo shook his head.

It wasn't that he was refusing the offer because he disliked chicken.

'Who the hell dislikes chicken, it's just too expensive to eat.'

"I need to get married soon too, what chicken? I need to save even a little money, get your head straight."

"You damn diligent bastard. Without a childhood sweetheart, how can a guy unpopular with women like me live without feeling miserable?"

"You and I are both opening workshops and becoming independent next year, right? When we open workshops, won't women come running to you filling up carts?"

There's something middle-class men in the Tuscan Empire always say to boys who hate studying...