Novel & Cerita Anime Fried Chicken

“Nene-chan. You said you wanted his autograph, right?” Nene glared at her fiercely. If looks can drill a hole through someone’s head, Fuyu’s forehead would already have a hole in it by now. “Jai-san, you remember Nene-chan, right? She’s the one who made chicken wings last time. Her chicken wings is the specialty of our restaurant.” Fuyu asked. Jai smiled. “Yes. I remembered. Your cooking is very nice, Nene-san. I didn’t get a chance to say it last time, but the chicken wings are very good.”

Alaina said while dipping her fries in mustard I scrunched my face up at the sight and pretended to gag, Alaina rolled her eyes at me "Shut up Roxy, mustard is good" I shook my head and squirted ketchup all over my fries "naw that shit nasty it look like vomit" "Are you team ketchup or mustard" Alaina asked Diamond who was dipping her chicken nuggets in barbecue sauce "I like both, but my favorite kind of sauce is barbecue" she said while poring barbecue sauce on her burger "I like barbecue chicken" I said "but I love me some fried chicken" "What you know about fried chicken" Diamond said playfully "I know a lot, my aunt used to come over and make it for me all the time"

She took a bite of the fried chicken that Nina was feeding her. Just then, a soft cough sounded in the room. Everyone turned to Liam to see that he was glaring disgruntledly at Anna, who was enjoying her fried chicken. Nonetheless, Anna could not see his expression, so she continued to merrily bite into her chicken and sucked on her fingers from time to time. Nina felt a shiver down her spine. “Uh… Mr. Ackman, would you like some?” Liam glanced disgustedly at the oil-drenched fried chicken. ‘How can she like this kind of junk food!

So, there's no alcohol here," he replied. Ariana nodded. Ariana explored the apartment, opening every door and observing what was inside while Chris cooked. Shortly after, Chris called her. He had prepared a stir-fry with fillet chicken, sliced onions, and green bell peppers. Mashed potatoes and a few sausages accompanied the dish. Smelling the aroma, Ariana tried her best not to drool. "Does food really have a different smell when it's cooked by a skilled chef? Or is it just me being extra?" Ariana chuckled from behind the bar table.

I suggested and she nodded. "You're right, let's get only chicken and pizza, but half and half." She said and clapped her hands together like a child given lollipop. "Half and half?" I asked and she nodded and smiled with glee. "Yes, fried chicken and braised chicken." She said and I frowned. "I don't think they sell it like that." I mumbled but she heard me anyways. "They don't?" She asked sounding disappointed. Oh goodness,is she going to cry again?

The old woman blinked in confusion and asked again, "Fast food stalls? Do you know how to get there?" "And... do they have fried chicken and chips? My grandson really loves those." Hearing this, Annie couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Perhaps the woman had wandered into the supermarket alone, simply to indulge her grandson's craving, unfamiliar with the area and unsure where to go. Annie's heart softened. "You go outside, walk straight, and then turn left at the corner. At the end of the street, there's a well-known fried chicken shop. They have everything-hamburgers, fried chicken, chips, and Coke. All the fast food kids usually love."

Fachri placed two plastic bags containing two boxes and two glasses of orange juice on the table. Airin's eyebrows furrowed. Lunch? How long had she been asleep that Fachri came and invited her for lunch? Was it she who slept for a long time, or was Fachri exaggerating? "It's already half past twelve noon. It's lunchtime, isn't it?" Fachri said again, sitting in his chair and starting to open the lunch boxes. The distinctive aroma of spicy sambal and fried chicken immediately tempted her sense of smell. "That..." "It's level eight spicy chicken from the place in front of the campus. Your favorite food," Fachri continued, ignoring Airin's bewilderment as he already started eating his lunch.

So crunchy~ "Nah, thanks. I'm vegan." Eh!? Then, she won't be able to taste this delicious fried chicken! "Let her, Agape. C'mon, let's order a whole bucket!" Trixie. I joined them and went to the counter. We ordered fries and a bucket-full of fried chicken. 6 pieces so we will have 2 pieces each. "Waaah~ Fried chicken~" we drooled as we look at the waiter, bringing our order to us. Our eyes sparkled in happiness when he put it in our center. Fried chicken~