Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black ★ «POPULAR»

"Kaell!" Daddy Black roared, his voice echoing off the fence. "Where are the seasonings? I told you ten minutes ago!"

"Aesthetic?" Daddy Black repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "You’re worried about the 'aesthetic' while the ribs are out here suffering? You’re out here doing a little dance for the internet, and I’m out here fighting for my life against this charcoal!" Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black

Kaell picked up his phone, checking the live comments. "Everyone's saying you're the GOAT, Daddy." "Kaell

Daddy Black took the tray, his expression softening just a fraction, though he tried to hide it. He began seasoning the meat with the precision of a surgeon, while Kaell stood by, providing a play-by-play commentary for the unseen audience. "You’re worried about the 'aesthetic' while the ribs

Daddy Black took a bite of a rib, chewed thoughtfully, and nodded. "Well," he said, wiping sauce from his chin, "at least the internet has some sense. Now put that phone away and eat before I eat yours, too."

Kaell laughed, finally turning the camera off. For the rest of the afternoon, the only thing that mattered wasn't the views or the likes—it was the food, the sun, and the loud, booming laughter of Daddy Black.