Chapter 393: Fishy tacos

It was a few hours into the night when a couple showed up on the food cart queue, the man was tall for the slums standards, but other than that and the fact that they both spoke in a hushed voice not much stood out about them. The line was long and people was starting to feel anxious about not getting their share of free tacos, but the cook appeased the crowd from time to time saying there was enough to go around while stirring his pot with a smile.

People in the slums loved him, though they did not know his name or where did he come from. All they knew about him was that everyday, after sunset, he would show up and offer a free meal to everyone without ever taking cash even when offered.

He didn't provide an explanation nor did he make small talk and his was was always set on the food he was preparing. At first, not many trusted him, but far from being discouraged he always performed his task dutyfully.