Chapter 38
Avery gently patted Josie’s head, smiling warmly as she said, "Yes, these are photos of our home. Our home is the warmest, most loving place in the world."
"Yes!" Josie nodded eagerly, her face lit up with joy. "Our home is the happiest, and I’m the happiest too!"
Hearing this and seeing Josie’s bright, innocent smile, Wesley and the others suddenly felt a sense of relief. They thought there was no point in caring if others mocked their small, rundown home. A house was valuable because of the people who lived in it, not because of its size or price.
With this realization, they smiled and calmly continued watching the screen.
After several photos, a video began to play. The footage showed a small, unassuming restaurant with a simple but eye-catching sign that read "Local Fried Chicken." In the video, Claire was wearing a mask and gloves as she stood by the fryer, cooking rows of chickens. One hand flipped the chickens while the other brushed them with sauce. Wesley was busy serving customers, delivering dishes, and handling the cash register. Arthur was rushing back and forth, greeting customers, taking orders, clearing tables, and grabbing beers.
The restaurant had a dozen or so tables, all packed with diners, clearly indicating that business was booming. As the camera panned, a sign reading "Food Court" came into view.
Josie excitedly pointed at the screen again. "That’s our restaurant! The food is really yummy."
The crowd began murmuring, their expressions filled with disdain, mockery, and pity as they looked at the Carter family.
"So, they run a fried chicken shop. No wonder they always smell like grease."