Reincarnated as a Deadbeat Dad RDD 116

RDD 116

The custors received their orders one by one until we reached the last burger.

"Hm, it's 3:45 pm this ti."

Santiago said as he looked at the clock hanging on the wall. To keep us updated on the ti, I decided to buy a wall clock and hang it on the wall.

These past few days, we started working around 7 am. We had to prepare the ingredients within an hour. It was a good thing we have complete equipnt for everything.

Then, we would open at 8 am and then close at 4 pm. Because of that, we kept tabs on the hour.

Yesterday, the burgers were sold out at 3:32 pm. A few minutes earlier. Well, this thing didn't matter as long as we accomplished our daily quota before the closing ti.

"Let's start cleaning the shop for tomorrow."

"Okay, boss."

"I understand, brother-in-law."

While I was compiling the cash into my bag, the two workers started cleaning the shop. Sweeping the dust, wiping the table, and cleaning the kitchen. They were fast but sure.

After that, the three of us bid farewell to each other. Santiago was left in the shop. He had gotten used to life here in Cavite.

He called his relatives in Pangasinan every three days. Calls are expensive so he settles with texting them instead. But texting was expensive.

I stepped into the car and returned to the house. There was nothing to do in the shop and I didn't have to go to the market to buy sothing.

When I reached the house, it was already 4:13 pm.

"Good, I have enough ti to sit down and rest."

I'm tired because I drank the Energy Pill. However, resting made my mind calm. It gave peace and comfort.

When I entered the house, I was greeted by Sophia who was crawling around.

"Dajjy!"

She wobbly stood up and hugged my legs. Like a small kitten.

"Aww, how's my cute daughter?"

"I'm fine! Look Dajjy, I colowed one of your T-shirts."

"Ah, let see."

... I didn't have any idea what she ant by colowed, but I decided to play along.

She led to the garden... Then I saw my old T-shirt with a drawing. My daughter used her colors to draw sothing on my t-shirt.

"... Is that a cat?"

"No, that's a horse!"

"... I see. As expected of my cute princess. You already know how to drow."

I smiled and rubbed her nose. But to be honest, her drawing was incompressible. It didn't look like a horse at all.

"Hehe! Pwaise more!"

She giggled and raised her arms. I knew this gesture. It ans that I have to carry her.

Well...

"Huupp--!"

I groaned as I carried her. Sophia was gaining weight. Thankfully, the Energy Pill helped this ti.

Sophia played with my beard, pullings them.

"Sweetheart, don't pull my beard. It's painful."

"Hehe! But Dajjy your beard tickles whenever you kiss !"

I carried Sophia to the living room and found my wife and son answering so algebra... I already forgot how algebra works so I flinched when they were seriously studying.

"Mommy, Dajjy's here!"

Penelope paused and looked at us. She smiled wholeheartedly and approached us.

"Are you hungry? I cooked fried chicken. Let get it for you."

She kissed on the cheek and then grabbed Sophia.

"Just sit down and watch your son."

"Okay."

I sat down next to Roman and watched as he scribbled numbers on the paper. I didn't have any idea what he was doing.

"Dad, do you know how to solve polynomials?"

"... No."

I muttered. You can ask how many tis the Chicago Bulls won the finals, but it was different if we were talking about math.

I heard about these polynomials back in high school but I already forget them.

Besides, I'm 100 percent sure that these things were not going to be used in everyday life. I can testify to that. I never experienced a situation where I have to solve arithtic just to feed my family.

"Dad, sotis I wonder why Mom married you. Except for your handso face, you are diocre at best."

"You have to be thankful then. Because of , you have a handso face."

"Thanks, Dad. I will definitely use my appearance to my advantage."

"..."

I didn't know how to respond.

"Roman, tell . Have you used your appearance to get sothing?"

"Nope, but Sophia clearly used her cuteness just to get many things from you."

Is it just or my kids are little devils? They were kids but they were acting like adults, they were calculative.

Where did they inherit this trait? Was it from my Dad or grandfather?

"Honey, the food's here."

Penelope showed up with rice and newly fried chicken.

"Thanks. By The way, here is the money for today."

I savored my wife's cooking as she started counting the money. After that, she wrote numbers on her account notepad. She was calculating our profit for the day.

"You brought 12,462 pesos today. Your expenses are 5,579 pesos. Subtracting the two... The profit is 6,883 pesos."

She announced and closed the notepad.

"By the way, Honey. Was our profit these three weeks already exceeded 100 thousand pesos?"

While munching the chicken drumstick, I asked my wife.

"Hm, now that you asked ..."

She opened her notepad and started checking our everyday profit.

"... Y- yeah, our profit already exceeded 100 thousand pesos."

Penelope was surprised after she confird it. I guess she didn't expect that we would earn that amount in just three weeks.

"If we minus all our investnt, our profit is around 42,000 pesos."

We renovated the shop and bought missing equipnt for the shop such as tables and chairs. Even the cash register was brand new. Yet our profit this month has already outdone our overall investnt.