The daily life of being a fried chicken chef in Meiman

For Wells, the news that the fried chicken restaurant suddenly opened was no less than the feeling of a novelist who has been waiting for eight days for the novel to finally be updated.Mobile terminal m..

The weather today is very good, there are no white clouds at all, and the scorching sunshine shines on Wen Ersi's face. Walking on the deserted street, Wen Ersi is almost deformed by the heat.

About 10 minutes later, Wells opened the door of the fried chicken restaurant.

"welcome."

Green, who was sitting at the cashier, smiled slightly, brushing away the worries of the previous days.

"Hello, ma'am."

Wells smiled sweetly at Green.

"A fried chicken?"

Although Green asked, his fingers were already pressed on the fried chicken option.

"Ding!"

In the kitchen behind, a crisp electronic bell rang.

"Time to work."

Galio's huge body swayed his arms slightly and moved his limbs for a while.

Ellie has to be locked up in the building by Hank every morning to write a diary. She cannot watch a movie with Galio until she finishes writing.

This is what an old man named Wang from Chinatown next door taught him.

New York is being rebuilt. Brand-new buildings are going up one after another. The city is undergoing a massive cosmetic surgery at a remarkable rate.

The brand new Stark Tower, and the newly built S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.

"Where's Grandpa Stan Lee?"

Green took the fried chicken from Hank through the small window, then placed it in front of Wells and gave her the delicious food made by Colossus.

"Thank you."

Wens was very polite, she smiled and said thank you.

The old man and the young man got to know each other while chatting about food. Wen Ersi liked this out-of-the-box little old man very much because he liked to joke a lot.

He always said that he had eaten delicacies from outside the earth, and said that if allowed, he would bring delicacies from other planets to Wells.

"Stan Lee?" Hank happened to come out at this time. He had just counted the ingredients for fried chicken in the kitchen, and there were 23 slaughtered chickens.

"Ruined."

Hank's face turned pale. He had forgotten to find a supplier. Coupled with the invasion of the Chitauri, there was no one doing breeding now.

"How to do!"

Hank squatted on the ground holding his head, holding a small piece of chicken stolen from Wen Ersi's dish in his hand and carefully evaluating the taste.

"I have a headache."

After Hank finished eating the chicken, his face showed a strange expression of worry and enjoyment.

Thanks to this bite of chicken, it seemed like a spring of fresh water, opening up Hank's dusty brain.

"Don't I still have a farm?"

Hank slapped himself directly in the face.

“Aren’t there still a dozen chickens being fed on the farm?”

Hank's eyes blurred as he thought about it. The whole family had forgotten about the farm on flat ground a few kilometers behind the mountains.

I haven't taken care of the farm for a month or two, and I don't know how Linda is doing.

Hank was confused.

"Green, we will go to the farm later... uh... hello, Ms. Wells."

Hank saw Wen Si, who was squinting his eyes and happily tasting the stone statue fried chicken.

"Well……"

Wen Ersi nodded, and then put all his energy into the food in front of him.

"What are you doing on the farm?"

Green asked, very confused.

"I can't find a chicken supplier now. Let me see if there are any cute chickens on the farm." Hank scratched his head.

Green shook his head: "You haven't been to the farm for two months. I guess those little guys have already..."

"What happened during this period has tortured me enough."

Hank smiled bitterly.

"Boss, are you going out again?"

Wells heard the conversation between the couple, his expression changed, and he quickly looked at Hank.

"Maybe I'll be out for three or four days."

Hearing the guest's call, Hank nodded and said.

"Oh no!"

Wens hugged the table with both hands, his little eyes bulged, his mouth pouted, and his face was full of pain.

“I can’t eat your fried chicken again.”

She seemed to be cheating, hugging the table like a facehugger and refusing to let go.

"If there are too many guests, we might not leave here."

Green walked to the second floor. She looked at Wells funny and said.

"I think so, but your chef's decoration of the dishes is too ugly. No one will believe that this is delicious fried chicken."

Wen Ersi muttered: "Even among my fans, few believe in me."

"Ellie, let's go out and play!"

"Ah! Oh...Okay! Mom..." The panicked footsteps made Green frown.

"Ellie, what are you doing!"

Green opened the door and walked in.

"Well...I didn't do anything..."

Ellie hid her hands behind her back and pursed her mouth.

Yeah, it smells like fried chicken.

Green's mouth curved slightly.

"give it to me."

"What... what..."

Ellie opened her mouth and said.

Looking at the light, Green could clearly see the oil stains around Ellie's mouth and the remnants of fried bread crumbs left on her face.

"Ellie, your dad used a fake electronic scale to tell me I was fat, which made me not eat fried chicken for a week."

"I do not have!"

Ellie was angry, raising her hands in the air with an expression of being wronged.

"I still have the chicken legs."

Green pouted.

The little eyeballs were spinning like tops in their sockets, and then his right hand was slightly raised back, and the fried black chicken bones were thrown out.

"That's not a chicken leg, that's a tree branch."

Ellie was calm.

……

……

"Gario, don't secretly cook fried chicken for Ellie next time."

Inside the car, Green said.

"All right, ma'am."

Galio also sat in the back of Hank's new truck, dragging Ellie with one hand and letting her lose her temper alone.

"Hmph╯╰!"

Ellie made an angry sound.

The farm is not too far from Ellie's fried chicken restaurant. It takes three and ten minutes to drive to Hank's farm left to him by his grandfather.

"Ok?"

Hank felt a little strange. The farm in the distance looked green and green, and the tributary that branched off from Tennessee Creek also maintained a clean water source.

As for Linda, who had always been worried about Hank, she was lying on the grass out of boredom, wagging her tail for nothing.

"Can anyone help me?" Hank was a little confused. He remembered that there were no other farmers near this farm.

The closest Crow Farm to him is also an hour away.

"Someone came out."

said the sharp-eyed Galio.

"I know! Don't point out your finger! I can't see the road!"

"squeak!"

Colson looked at the large truck in the distance with a smile, but soon he stopped laughing. Who had seen the truck swaying desperately on the narrow road?

In a hurry, more than ten cars stopped outside the farm after their tires rubbed a large mark.

"I will never let Galio be my car again! I swear!"

Hank slammed the car horn and said.

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