The daily life of being a fried chicken chef in Meiman

"Why are you back today? You must still have a lot of things to deal with. !"

Wearing a brown suit and a pair of brown boots, Natasha used her right hand to tuck the flaxen hair from her forehead behind her ears and asked the man driving the car.

"Colson came to take over my shift. He is the best at investigating and communicating."

The man only wore a vest, exposing his strong arms.

"But why is Nick so kind today? He gave us money to eat fried chicken."

“Has the council appropriated the funds?”

The man slowly backed the car into the parking space, then sat on the driver's seat and asked.

"Don't say that, Clinton."

Natasha shook her head and still handed a photo to Hawkeye.

"The main reason is to investigate this thing."

After taking the photo, Clinton's eyes narrowed sharply.

"What monster?"

"I don't know. Preliminary guess is that it is about three meters high."

Natasha said, opened the car door and got out.

"How much really happened when I wasn't here?"

Clint said.

"Let's go and take a look inside the store first."

Aili's Fried Chicken Restaurant is far away from the city center and is built on a thoroughfare similar to the urban-rural fringe. There are not many people coming and going. The family mainly relies on the milk from the farm, the export of meat products, etc. to maintain their wealth.

Therefore, although it is now the peak dining period, there are only a few customers sitting in the shop.

"Two portions of stone statue fried chicken."

Natasha walked into the store and said.

"Damn, is it her?"

Hank was about to walk out of the kitchen when he spotted a charming woman with long flaxen shawl hair and quickly closed the kitchen door.

"Who is she? Hank, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Green naturally also saw the beautiful Natasha, but apparently she misunderstood what Hank meant.

A pair of unkind eyes looked at Hank.

"You misunderstood. She is the woman I met when I first went to the warehouse to pick up Galio. I think she is like an agent."

Hank said.

"Agent?" Green's hand paused: "Are you here to investigate Galio?"

"Yes, they have a photo of Galio. Although they can only see a blurry black shadow, it is enough."

"trouble."

Hank sighed.

"How to do?"

"You go and give them the fried chicken first. If they ask about Galio, just ignore them and say you don't know."

A thin trickle of sweat was already flowing down Hank's forehead.

"Go."

A huge fried chicken funnel stretched out from a small opening in the kitchen, filled with extremely ugly fried chicken.

The fried golden skin looks very appetizing, but unfortunately the appearance looks... really ugly.

The broiler chicken used as the ingredient was separated by Hank along the chest with a knife, and the whole chicken was cut into two halves. I thought that Galio could make this fried chicken crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, and it would look great... but it turned out... Theirs was a bone that was pinched and broken, as if it had been run over by a big truck.

There were even some bone fragments that penetrated the muscle tissue and were exposed.

"No matter what, I still hope you can make the fried chicken look better..."

Hank looked at the fried chicken on the plate, his brows twitching.

"If people who care about animals see this, my store will not be able to open."

"This is how a restaurant in Chinatown next door closed down because of a chicken that was left to be slaughtered."

Hank muttered.

"trouble."

Galio shook his head and said disdainfully.

"Please use your stone statue fried chicken with caution."

With a professional smile on his face, Green held the fried chicken plate on the table with both hands, and then placed the knife and fork in front of Natasha and Clinton.

"No wonder the business of this store is not good."

Clinton looked at the hideous fried chicken on the plate and said thoughtfully.

"What do you think Galio is?"

When Green withdrew her plate and was about to leave, a numbing sound reached her ears.

"Bang!"

The plastic dinner plate fell directly to the ground, and Green smiled at the somewhat confused diners with a stiff expression.

"I'm very sorry, the ground is a bit slippery. After all, we don't have a cleaner, right?"

Watching Green stumble into the kitchen with joking eyes, Natasha elegantly picked up the knife and fork, cut off a small piece of fried chicken and threw it into her mouth, chewing it carefully.

"Who is Galio?"

Clinton asked kindly, he didn't expect that a name could scare someone.

no answer.

Seeing that Natasha ignored him, Clinton naturally raised his head and looked at the black widow.

"Barton, do you still want to eat your fried chicken?"

Natasha covered her mouth with a tissue, spit out a lot of broken bones, and then looked at the stone statue of fried chicken in front of Clinton with bright eyes.

"what?"

Before Clinton could react, the ugly and vulgar stone fried chicken in front of him had been carried over by Natasha. She took a knife in her white and tender hands and directly cut the skin of the fried chicken. Some fine bones and residue flowed out, and there were wisps of it. Chicken soup with a hint of aroma.

The golden skin is wrapped with muscles that have been marinated in special chicken soup. When you gently fiddle with it with a small fork, the seemingly tight muscles slowly split apart like petals, and the rich and extremely fragrant fragrance flows directly. Into the noses of two agents.

"Guru..."

Clinton, who had a serious face, swallowed. He didn't even have breakfast now.

"Boss, let's have another piece of fried chicken."

Seeing that the fried chicken that originally belonged to him was dwindling little by little, Clinton was so hungry that he couldn't stand it any longer, so he quickly stood up and called Mrs. Green over.

"Ok."

Mrs. Green's voice came from the kitchen, presumably making fried chicken.

"What does it smell like?"

The glass door was pushed open again, and a little old man wearing sunglasses walked in, shaking his head slightly and raising his nose, as if he was looking for the origin of the smell.

"Oh, it seems that it came from you."

The little old man with sunglasses walked to Natasha's side in a familiar manner, pulled a chair from the side, and then sat aside. His eyes under the sunglasses looked directly at the half-eaten stone fried chicken.

"Um...do you want some?"

She twisted her body in embarrassment. For some reason, Natasha had a natural sense of awe for the little old man in front of her.

"No, I have my own salary. I am now applying for a job as a security guard at the Captain America Museum. My monthly income is very high."

The old man shook his head and said, full of energy.

"Then I wish you a pleasant meal. We have other things to do and have to leave first."

Natasha said, making a gesture towards Clinton.

The whole shop fell into a mysterious embarrassment.

After walking out of the door, the smiling Natasha finally calmed down and looked solemnly at the ordinary Aili Fried Chicken Restaurant.

"I need all the information on this family."

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