Beware Of Chicken の小説・ストーリー

A whole chicken, marinated dark and fragrant, smelling like something that belonged in a real home kitchen. Don't let it be the thing that makes you cry, I told myself sternly. It wasn't. I was fine. I just took a moment before I opened it, that was all. The first bite of chicken was so good, I made a sound I was glad nobody heard. "Where did he get this?" I groaned. "I need this information. I need to know before I leave this city. I need to send someone back for more of this chicken." Focus, Athena said, with the patient tone of someone who had been waiting for me to finish eating.

Lauren nudged at me and pointed at the chicken, "Is it good?" I noticed that she did not touch anything on her plate. My eyes shifted towards Lukas who was saying something to Leo. "You don't like chicken?" Lauren shook her head, "I do but I don't like coriander" I stared at the green chicken pieces. She should have said something earlier while they were serving. "Don't eat it then" I shrugged Leo exhaled as he stared behind me, his eyes narrowed, "Who is this guy? You should have at least put something with lyrics. It's boring"

Eldion stepped to Mira’s side and asked, “What is it? I thought you’re going to cook it?” Mira turned to Eldion and said. “Wait, Eldion. I think this is the same chicken that Enzir and Lankko had when they attacked Verna at the temple. What do you think?” she asked, holding the chicken in front of Eldion. Eldion took the chicken from Mira and held it at different positions to see it from different angles. Eldion wrinkled his brows and then gave back the chicken to Mira. “I don’t know,” Eldion said. “I think it is, but I think all chicken look alike. I can’t really tell them apart.”

I haven't even blinked yet, there is a reply already that it will come back to me immediately. 'Then that's good to know, I'm glad that you're already okay. Rest, and don't eat too much marinated chicken. ' With matching 'haha' imoji’s. I stop breathing all of a sudden because of what he said. Yet back and forth in my brain the last thing he said. 'Don't eat too much marinated chicken.' 'Don't each too much marinated chicken.' H-How did he know that I like marinated chicken so much? I didn't tell anyone! Except with my Mom and Dad!

Choco whined, "why is it so brown? I thought all chickens are white." "Why would you think so?" Vince sighed, trying to spoon Choco's food but was prevented. "Because they are angels, they protect us from evil with their white wings." Choco answered innocently. Vince tried hard not to laugh but it wasn't the same with others. "Choco, chickens are not angels." Valentina corrected, laughing. "Why not? They are so cute." He said sadly. "After you eat, I'll tell you." Vince offered, trying again to feed him.

A hand grabbed onto Apo’s neck and turned to ask the girl one more time. “You mean taking a shower with this chick?” Rachata asked as he smiled at her. But the uncontrollable hand squeezed the chicken to death. Bitch, this chicken is dead. But I’m still in this body! Apo cursed in his heart with a tortured expression. “Ah, no.” Mirawadee looked and hurriedly said. “You can’t do that with pets.” Then she walked in and grabbed the young man’s hand and let the chicken out. “Pet” Rachata’s eyes look like a devil. If he had to raise a chicken with a dirty mouth like this, he would have long ago used it to make herb braised chicken.

“I stepped a little closer, stupid curiosity. Next thing I knew, the chicken flapped its wings and charged at me like it’d been sent from hell. I ran, screaming, and tripped over a rock.” “Nooo!” Lara was already in tears. “I twisted my ankle and landed face-first in chicken poop. My grandpa just stood there laughing, saying, ‘Now you’re one of us.’” “Oh my God,” I wheezed. “You can’t make this up.” “I swear, I didn’t eat chicken for a whole year after that.” “You mean, the chicken beat the CEO?” Lara teased. “I wasn’t a CEO then. Just a terrified boy who learned never to trust animals with wings.”

I'm amazed at how the place was clean and tidy as if a single man were not living here alone. He served me the fried chicken on a plate. While staring at it, I suddenly remembered Chen. I just hope Abby received my message and put Chen in a safe place. “I thought you were hungry? Eat now.” Yeah, better to worry about my starving belly than anyone else. I know I can trust Abby and Dante. I was about to take a bite of the chicken thigh when suddenly, a vibration echoed in the air. F*CK! I FORGOT TO TURN OFF MY PHONE!

“And... hmm, watch out for Christopher Noble. He can’t be trusted.” His warning hangs in the air between us, a reminder of the dangers lurking just outside the boundaries of safety.

Bart and Carlie turned their chairs to face snake and spike so they could talk. In the kitchen I decided what I was going to have with the chicken and went about fixing it while Becky's jaws let loose with everything that happened since Brad took her home. I listened as I prepared the chicken for cooking by cutting the legs off the thighs. I mixed up some Italian chicken marinade and soaked the chicken in it while I listen to Becky ramble, while I continued making the rest of my supper.