Colonel's chicken nuggets

The colonel had already promised his son the chicken nuggets. He looked at the pigs that loved to cook, and the ones made by Lao Yang and other masters, and he was salivating. Every now and then he would ask me when to cook it. I said I had to buy chicken, but I couldn't make noodles. It was difficult for Xincheng to buy boxes of chicken breast meat. I finally bought it last weekend when my memory was not very good. On an afternoon when I was still in the mood without any snacks, I had no choice but to make this Colonel's chicken nuggets. 6 pieces. He ate four pieces. I ate one piece. I said I would save one piece for Lao Ma, and then that piece was uneasy in my son's eyes. I would come over and pay homage later, thinking when Lao Ma would come back, Lao Ma wouldn't go out to drink. Don't say, he was really muttering. It's a real night. I don't think Lao Ma might want this kfc thing. He just gave the order and ate that piece. My son was very happy. The sad thing was that when I was looking for ketchup in the refrigerator, I found a flat bag. At that moment, it was empty and squeezed out a drop, and no one was too embarrassed to dip it.