When A Yuan was little, his voice was like a broken gong when he cried. His older brothers and sisters would tease him and he would be overjoyed and laugh out loud. But usually he was a very quiet child, especially when he was with Nie Zhao, he was like a little adult.
However, he also has a childlike side sometimes. Just as Nie Zhao was about to carry his son into the kindergarten, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, let out a loud "whoosh," and pointed into the distance: "Clap clap, chicken, fragrant chicken."
The little guy keeps talking about a certain type of chicken, sometimes he calls it "hometown chicken" and sometimes he calls it "fragrant chicken".
When Nie Zhao doesn't understand, he gets angry, turns away, and ignores his father.
Nie Zhao asked Chen Rou what exactly "hometown chicken" was, but Chen Rou just laughed and said she didn't understand either.
In Hong Kong, KFC's slogan wasn't "hometown chicken," something Nie Zhao certainly wouldn't have expected.
Chen Rou didn't want to argue with Nie Zhao about things like the child's diet and daily life, so she urged, "Let's go quickly."
But Nie Zhao had a bad feeling because his son pointed behind him and said with a wronged expression, "Look, fragrant chicken."
Nie Zhao turned around and walked in the direction his son pointed.
Actually, it was a few bodyguards. The boss had to take some time to handle some personal business today, and he had gone to a construction site in Kowloon at noon. He had just grabbed a quick hamburger in the car for lunch, so the bodyguards were only eating now.
The Russian guy, in particular, ate with the most gusto.
The takeout bag was in the trunk, and he also had his own pickles, which he stuffed into the burger and devoured.
Another sip of ice-cold cola, so refreshing!
Ah Yuan had already eaten lunch, so he wasn't very hungry, but he was really craving something.
He licked his little mouth and pointed, saying, "Hometown chicken, fragrant chicken, baby loves to eat it."
Nie Zhao looked back at his wife, who was grinning mischievously and had already entered the kindergarten.
The Russian guy held up a can of Coke, pretending to feed him.
A-Yuan pouted his little mouth and was about to suck it in. If his dad hadn't intervened in time, he would have drunk not only the fried chicken but also the cola.
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