The cocoon of gold Walking on the streets after work and starving, the smell of chicken-fried shops caught the legs of the food. The fried chicken surfaces that have just been sprung up with oil bubbles, and the feeling of a day's fatigue at the bite has faded. Who is not a loyal supporter of fried chickens, as a modern youth who sells for a living beyond the new century? And, of course, Kendrick, McDonald's regulars, one chicken fried and a Coke, enough to give themselves a full score
