Transmigration: The Narcissistic Cinderella Chapter 12: Working Part-Time [2]

Pink Chicken— that was what the board in front of the Fried Chicken restaurant said, and the name caused for Jiwoo's eyes to crinkle up.

"What type of name is that? So tacky!" Jiwoo commented after she had read the name out with her decent English speaking skills.

"Can you enter in now, Jiwoo-ah? You have been standing out for ten minutes straight now. Doesn't your leg ache by now?" Minnie stated— a hint of annoyance present within her tone.

'The restaurant smells cheap and looks like that as well. Who knows what type of disease carrying bacteria and virus is present there? What if I catch an incurable disease!? Right now, I don't even have the money to cure myself!'

"There are many people working at such places, but you don't see them dying on news," Minnie vocalised.

'To correct you on that, weird creature inside my head, there are many people dying from incurable diseases, and most of them occur in such places with lack of sanity. Of course, those people are not aware of where they catch the diseases from.'

"Wow! Surprisingly, you can be smart at times. Nevermind, since I can't argue against that, there is only one thing I can say; Moon Jiwoo, you would not be dying for your immunity is stronger than before. What might be incurable for them would not be considered the same for you for the most part."

Those words of Minnie caused Jiwoo's eyes to brighten up for this was one of those things she liked about being in this body. Being hospitalized was not something that suit Jiwoo after all.

'Really? Is that true? If you are lying to me, Weird Creature in my head, I will make sure to get my revenge from you.'

"I am not lying to you, and can you please call me Minnie? Weird Creature inside my head isn't a name that I fancy," Minnie vocalised.

'Does it look like I care about that? I get to call you whatever I want.'

Minnie let out a loud sigh and voiced out, "Nevermind, why did I bother about that in the first place? Now, enter in. Customers are standing behind you, waiting for you to enter in, and this won't make them leave a good review on you."

'You don't have to say that to me. I already know about it.'

Holding her head high, Jiwoo extended her hand towards the k.n.o.b of the door, and despite her reluctance to touch the stained k.n.o.b, she managed to do it. 

As she opened the door, she was instantly greeted with the smell of oil and fried chicken. Not finding the smell at all appetizing, she instantly scrunched up her nose.

"Lady, can you enter in? We have to go in and eat as well. We are actually busy," a masculine voice said with annoyance present in his tone.

Turning back, Jiwoo was faced with a man who looked to be in his mid twenties, and slightly irritated by the tone he used, Jiwoo frowned.

"Geez! I am entering in! Can't you be slightly more patient?" 

With those words, Jiwoo turned her head forward and strutted into the restaurant before her. There was a faint smell of alcoholic beverages along with fried chicken.

There were people of all ages inside the restaurant— students, office employees, and old people. The place was quite crowded, and Jiwoo wondered on how this many people liked such low quality fried chicken.

Seeing the crowd inside caused a headache to instantly to form within Jiwoo, and this implied that they was only more work for her.

"Jiwoo, getting a job is really, really, really difficult— at least with Daerin's status and qualification. So, for the sake of her, please try to maintain it. I beg of you," Minnie pleadingly vocalised.

'Geez! I know! I know! I am not that foolish. Can you stop being such a worrywart?'

"Why do I feel like I am raising my own kid?"

"s.h.i.+n Daerin, wow! Look who finally decided to show up! I am surprised that you even knew you worked at here!"