In a sausage diner, the chef, holding a knife and a cigarette in his mouth, poked his head out and asked.
The boss was eating, sitting outside, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the chef coming out. He coughed violently, and the food sprayed out of his nostrils.
"Are you crazy? Coming out with a knife? Get back, get back! That's Victor. If his bodyguards think you're up to something, they'll shoot you dead." The boss shoved him back.
The chef nodded hastily and dashed back to the kitchen.
But he still tiptoed inside, peeking at the scene outside.
Victor waved and smiled at the crowd, occasionally stopping to chat with someone.
If he came across someone adorable, he would even pick them up for a hug.
"Sir, is this your companion? Is she our future First Lady of Mexico?"
Suddenly, a daring little boy pointed at Belsaria, who was standing next to Victor, and loudly asked.
The onlookers all burst into good-natured laughter.
