The daily life of being a fried chicken chef in Meiman

"Ellie, the school has given you a month's holiday. You can't waste your time playing.!"

Hank took the plate left by the customer and walked to a corner on the second floor. Sure enough, a small figure huddled under the table, the light of the mobile phone screen shining on her face.

"Dad, how did you find me?"

Ellie stuck out her little head and showed an awkward rather than cute smile.

"There's a camera on top of your head."

Hank pointed to the ceiling a few meters ahead.

"Next time I won't hide here again."

Pouting her little mouth, Ellie reluctantly handed the phone to Hank.

"Okay, good boy, I will assign you some tasks today. Only when your tasks are completed can you play with Galio."

"No, Galio, he ignored me."

Ellie held her hands together and tilted her head to avoid looking at Hank. Her golden ponytail swayed with her head, which was very cute.

"I heard that Galio is playing magic..."

Touching his chin, Hank pretended to think and said.

Ellie, who was pouting, couldn't help but focus on Hank's body, and her feet wearing little boots suddenly began to shake. It seemed that she still wanted to see Galio's magic.

"Still using magic to cook you a delicious meal."

Hank continued to add insult to injury.

"Well, I reluctantly went to see if his cooking skills as a top chef are up to par."

Ellie blushed, walked past Hank, and walked towards the warehouse.

"It seems I need to increase my status in the family."

Sighing, Hank threw the cleanly eaten chicken bones into the trash can and said.

"Jingle Bell……"

"Hello, Aili Fried Chicken Restaurant, may I ask what you need."

Hank raised his eyebrows, took out his cell phone from his pocket, answered the call, and said.

"Hey, Hank, give me one... no, three pieces of stone fried chicken. I want to invite my guys to taste this delicious food."

Listening to the gentle voice, Hank swayed slightly to the beat of the old man.

"Of course, Mr. Stan Lee, is it still at the Captain America Museum?"

"Of course, I like the atmosphere here very much. Please send it over quickly, although I know it is a bit far away from your place."

The old man's tone sounded pretty good.

"Yes, hello."

……

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"Ellie, look what this is?"

At the door, out of the corner of his eye, Galio saw a small shadow peeking out of his head. With an ugly smile on his face, Galio said to Ellie.

"what."

Seeing that Galio discovered her, Ellie stopped hiding and walked in with her head lowered. Her rosy little face was as cute as a bright red Fuji apple.

"Look at this, the pie I just tried to make."

Galio placed a sticky sauce-like thing in front of Ellie and said.

"This... what is this..."

Ellie's face turned pale with fright. The small plate held by Galio in front of her was a lump of food that looked slimy and green like poison.

"On this TV show, a great chef taught me how to cook it."

Galio looked at Ellie's ugly face and put the green poison in his hand in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

"This is greenery. Don't you think this color looks like a forest?"

Galio said puzzledly and put the pie in front of Ellie again.

"No, I hate green."

Ellie said unnaturally.

"You can give diners outside a taste of it."

Ellie's eyes rolled, and then she smiled slyly.

"I can try."

The stubborn Galio nodded thoughtfully, then moved his head to the window and looked at Green who was busy.

"Hey, madam, can I give the forest pie to the diners outside to try?"

"Have you introduced the latest food? Galio."

Green said casually as he was busy putting the final packaging on the three Colossus fried chickens.

"Come on, dear, Stan Lee can't wait too long."

Hank parked his car outside the front door and urged his wife.

"Hank, go try the latest delicacy Galio has made."

Green said.

Hearing what his wife said, Hank walked into the kitchen in confusion, and immediately his two big eyes widened, staring at the large plate held on his white palms.

"emperor……"

Looking at this pie, Hank's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten it.

"You...this...me, how..."

Hank was incoherent and had no idea what to say.

"What's wrong? The fried chicken is already packed."

Green wiped his hands with the towel hanging on the shelf, then turned his head and saw the green patch.

"You can try it, I'm sure it's delicious."

Galio looked at the dazed expressions of the family and seemed a little unhappy. He grabbed the iron plate with his huge palm and shook it before saying.

"Am I...poisonous?"

Hank pursed his lips and looked at Galio's kind face, but in his heart, this white face looked like a demon in hell.

Holding a shovel in both hands, he was cooking the food from hell in the hot magma.

This is not for people to eat, but for the sinners in hell!

Hank growled inwardly.

"It's not poisonous!" Galio said: "When I made this pie, I used magic. You humans can eat it without any side effects."

"so……"

Hank touched his chin.

"Then we will introduce this naturalist later..."

"To be more precise, it's called the Forest Sect."

Galio added from the side.

"Okay, let's cut this forest pie into small pieces, decorate it, and give it to the customers who are still dining out to try."

"However, Galio, you must ensure that your magical food will not harm anyone."

"I use the mountains as an oath to promise you!"

Galio stood up suddenly, and then gave Hank the highest courtesy from Valoran, which was the guarantee of a stone statue.

"I hope so."

Hank shook his head, stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the surface of the unknown green object, then frowned and looked at the juice that was still dripping.

This left Hank completely helpless to associate Pi with this green thing.

"Zi..."

The index finger stained with Forest Pie was inserted into his mouth by Hank.

The green unknown object exploded in Hank's taste buds in an instant, and a cool smell that carried the smell of the sky after the rain lingered in Hank's mouth, making people linger.

"Well!"

Hank opened his satisfied eyes and secretly looked at the two nervous women, one large and one small.

"This pie! It tastes so bad that it explodes! I'm going to throw it away!"

Hank winked at Galio, took the iron plate and asked for a car to deliver food to Stan Lee.

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