Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 36 - Imperfection.

 

Samut shot a playful glare at the sugar daddy sitting there grinning so wide it almost reached his ears. He started to feel a mix of mild annoyance and a ticklish warmth in his chest.

...Ah, so this is what it feels like to have a richer) (soon-to-be) boyfriend.

 

Trying to cover his flustered feelings, the less wealthy one spoke up, "Let's eat before it gets cold."

 

Wonchana let go of the smaller hand and helpfully passed over the condiments. Samut sprinkled half a spoon of chilli powder into his bowl without tasting it first, prompting the taller man to open a bag of youtiaos and drop them into the soup for him.

 

As soon as Samut took his first sip of the broth, followed by a bite of crispy pork belly, he couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan and a delighted expression. "So good!"

 

"Do you want to order anything else?"

 

"Can I get more crispy pork belly?"

 

"Of course." Wonchana waved over the server to place the order before turning back to pick up his spoon.

 

"P'Win, don't season it yet!" The smaller man hurriedly stopped him, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of the kway chap in front of the taller man, since he'd forgotten to take one of his own.

 

“Okay, you can eat now," he said sheepishly.

 

Wonchana chuckled, then tasted his broth and decided not to add any extra seasoning. When the small plate of crispy pork belly arrived with a side of dark soy sauce, he was reminded, "Don't forget to take a picture."

 

Samut didn't disappoint. After snapping a photo, he picked up a piece of pork belly, dipped it lightly in the soy sauce, and popped it into his mouth. His eyes widened in delight, and he quickly grabbed another piece, dipping it again.

 

"P'Win, try this! It's so good. Hurry, before the soy sauce drips," Samut urged, holding the piece out to the taller man's mouth. Wonchana quickly bit into it, chewing with a smile. Today, the crispy pork belly tasted sweeter than ever.

 

Since the kway chap bowls weren't very large, as they neared the end of their meal, Wonchana asked, "O, are you full? Do you want anything else?"

 

"Hmm, not exactly full, but I'd rather go look for some desserts. I saw khanom thuai, chwee kueh, and bua loi earlier," the little glutton listed everything he'd spotted along the way.

 

"Alright," Wonchana agreed without hesitation, signalling for the check.

 

"What about you, P'Win? Are you full?" the smaller man asked, concerned for his generous host.

 

"Not quite, but I'm saving room to eat dessert with you," the taller man replied sweetly before paying for the meal and leading Samut back along Yaowarat Road. 

 

Since the bua loi with ginger syrup shop had a long queue, Wonchana suggested another place, so they ended up trying chwee kueh first. The small steamed rice flour cakes topped with stir-fried radish, dark soy sauce, and chilli sauce were an instant hit with Samut.

 

"Wow, this is way better than the ones in Hat Yai!"

 

"They have these in Hat Yai, too?"

 

"Yeah, but they're sweet. The dough is green, with sesame and fried garlic, and they're bigger and not as soft as these," Samut explained before offering a piece to his host, who leaned down to accept it without hesitation. "I forgot to take a picture! I wanted to make a TikTok video," he exclaimed.

 

With his mouth still full, Wonchana pulled out his own phone and opened the camera. He carefully framed the dessert in Samut’s hand and snapped two photos before switching to video mode. "I'll record a video for you. Just pick up a piece, and I'll zoom out. Then you can eat it and show how much you enjoy it."

 

The TikToker agreed, carefully picking up a piece and holding it up to the camera.

 

"Everyone, this is chwee kueh from Yaowarat. This is what it looks like," he narrated before popping it into his mouth, chewing, and dramatically expressing his delight. After swallowing, his eyes sparkled as he continued promoting it to the camera.

 

“Oh my gosh, the dough is so soft and fragrant. The radish is perfectly salty, and the soy sauce and chilli sauce go together so well. If you're ever in Yaowarat, don't forget to stop by!"

 

His enthusiastic performance made the cameraman smile.

 

They finished the dessert together before moving on to the khanom thuai shop. After observing for a while, Wonchana finally commented, "O, do you like soft, doughy desserts?"

 

"Yes, I love soft, doughy desserts," Samut confirmed.

 

"Have you ever had daifuku or mochi?"

 

"I have! They're delicious. P'Sea bought them for me, but I don't eat them often-they're expensive," Samut admitted.

 

Wonchana laughed and promised, "When you're with me, don't worry about the price... Or should I just take you to Japan to eat them?"

 

"Ugh, rich people. You make it sound like it's as easy as walking into a convenience store," Samut grumbled, rolling his eyes dramatically. The rich man laughed and led him across the street to Phadung Dao Road, commonly known as Texas Alley.

 

Samut seemed thoroughly delighted, and whatever he wanted to eat, Wonchana bought it for him and even helped him finish it.

...The tall man even helped film videos for him.

 

Now, Samut held a cup of soy milk ice cream topped with two black sesame-filled bua loi balls, crispy mini youtiao at the bottom, ginger syrup, and crumbled crispy youtiao on top. The two stood eating on the sidewalk.

 

Wonchana held his phone, ready to record a video. Samut cut a third of a bua loi ball, scooped it up with some ice cream and crumble, and held the spoon up to the camera for a moment before eating it. After swallowing, Little Chihuahua made another dramatic expression of delight.

 

"Everyone, this is so good! And it's not overly sweet," he said to the camera before scooping up another bite, this time intending to feed the man behind the camera. Wonchana switched to the front camera and leaned in to let the smaller man feed him.

 

...Looks like I'll need to get a new camera to make filming easier.

 

When the dessert was finished, the unofficial guide asked, "Do you still have room for steamed buns? Or should we buy some for breakfast tomorrow? Their shumai are great, too."

 

The taller man asked because he noticed Samut was starting to slow down.

 

"Ugh, I can't eat anymore. Let's save it for tomorrow morning," Samut replied.

 

Wonchana led them back the way they came and stopped at an old restaurant to stock up on breakfast supplies. While waiting for the staff to prepare their order, Wonchana turned to the smaller man, who was still engrossed in reading the menu. 

 

"I'll reheat it for you tomorrow morning. These things taste better steamed than microwaved."

 

Samut turned to him with a frown. "Why are you so good at everything, P'Win? You make me feel like a spoiled kid who can't do anything."

 

The 'so good at everything' man laughed. "Because I was taught to do things on my own since I was a kid. My parents didn't spoil me much. Even though we had people to help with chores, we were taught to do things ourselves first."

 

Samut looked at the taller man with a wistful expression. Suddenly, he felt a pang of insecurity. The person in front of him seemed so perfect that it was hard to believe someone like that could like someone like him.

...It's like I'm the only imperfection in P'Win's life. And that imperfection slipped out in his question.

 

"P'Win, you once said you'd teach me how to cook. Is that offer still on the table?"

 

"Of course it is. Let's practice cooking together on your next day off. And this week, we get three days off because of the Constitution Day holiday," Wonchana replied.

 

But when he noticed the hint of sadness in the smaller man's eyes, he reached up to brush aside a stray lock of hair from his forehead. 

 

"What are you thinking about?" Samut paused for a moment before deciding to share only half the truth. "I was thinking that I want to cook for you someday."

 

"Then why do you look so sad? Hmm?"

 

Wonchana gently stroked the exposed cheek, prompting the smaller man to lower his gaze, his long lashes casting shadows as he mumbled softly, "Because I feel like I'm not good at anything."

 

Of course, Wonchana understood the underlying meaning. He reached out to hold the smaller hand in his own. "But I don't like you because you're good at things. I like you because you brighten up my life... That's more than enough. You don't have to worry about anything, O."

 

Those words quickly dispelled Samut's insecurities. His dark eyes sparkled with life once more.

 

"Mmm, but I still want to learn how to cook," he insisted. Wonchana smiled warmly, looking at Samut with the gentlest eyes. "Of course. Let's do it together."

 

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When Sirichok returned to his home in the Thonburi district past 10 PM, he found the house eerily quiet.

...Looks like everyone is already in their rooms.

 

He headed straight to his own room, only to run into his mother, stepping out of hers. She asked softly, "Why are you home so late tonight, dear?"

 

"I took Jen to see a movie. After dropping her off, I stopped by to chat with Uncle Suwit for a bit," he explained.

 

"I see. That's good. Go rest now; you still have work tomorrow," she said.

 

Sirichok went straight to his room, showered, changed, and lay down on his bed. He picked up his phone to reread Samut’s messages.

 

I shouldn't have bought it. Now, I just wasted almost two hundred baht for no reason. Luckily, Nittaya was still helping with the orders. It'd probably be next year before they could fully switch responsibilities. At least he'd already earned 120,000 baht from the first round.

 

My future father-in-law was so stingy. I should've asked for 150,000. Sirichok thought back to the conversation from less than an hour ago.

 

'The person I spoke to said there's going to be a new project involving frozen salmon. So, I'll probably be reassigned there and won't be able to help here much longer.' Suwit paused briefly.

 

'It's alright. Just getting a chance to start dealing with them is enough to pave the way. After that, maybe you can just help gather competitor pricing information-that should do it. The older man didn't forget to plan his next move.

 

'Frozen salmon, you say? That's fine. We have salmon as well. And about the money, did they agree to the hundred thousand?'

 

"They're okay with it,' Sirichok replied.

 

'Good, good. So how should we handle the payment?'

 

'You can transfer it to me, Uncle, and I'll withdraw it as cash for them, he suggested.

Suwit picked up his phone and transferred 120,000 baht to his future son-in-law, adding kindly, I'm giving you an extra twenty thousand as your fee. Thanks a lot.”

 

...Because even though this future son-in-law wasn't wealthy, he was certainly resourceful. Most importantly, his daughter liked this man, so Suwit had no objections.

 

'Thank you very much, Uncle.'

 

'No problem. Soon, we'll all be one family anyway. You can start practising calling me 'Dad' now, hahaha, Suwit joked cheerfully.

 

"Alright, Dad,' Sirichok replied.

 

'Oh, and don't forget to mention that we also have frozen salmon,' Suwit reminded him.

 

Sigh... This works out well. Now he could use the twenty thousand he borrowed to pay Nittaya back. At this point, his financial situation was steadily improving. He'd also just been officially approved for his probation period, which meant his salary had increased to twenty thousand baht. Plus, if he kept getting orders like this, his future looked undeniably bright.

 

The only downside was that he might have to let Mathukorn go. Juggling just Jenjira and Nittaya was already challenging enough.

 

Even though he preferred being with men more, the priorities of these two women had to come first. As for Samut, there wasn't much need to chase after him. Though he did feel a pang of regret. If only he'd agreed to date him back in their university days, things might've been simpler.

...What a shame.

 

Sirichok plugged in his phone to charge before lying down on his bed. Tomorrow, both Mathukorn and Nittaya will be free.

...Who should I spend the day with?