Chicken

Why do you call it a dish? It had to start in eight years, when I was only three or four years old, when my dad took me to the train, when it wasn't easy, when the train station was so far away from home, 30 kilometers away, and he was riding me on two or eight bikes! At noon, we had lunch in a small town restaurant. It's the first time I've had dinner with my dad! I like chicken. He ordered a rooster! After that, I picked up the plate and licked it! He even tried to stop me, because when did he say flowers to lick dishes? The boss saw it and smiled and said, "How's Uncle's cooking? Dad was embarrassed to say, "Sorry, kid, naughty, but your chicken is really good and we can't make it. How do you do it? I'll learn." "There's nothing to learn, just mix it up!" Dad was kind enough to say thank you. Actually, the boss didn't say anything about the process. On the way home, Dad said to me, "Go and kill a chicken today, I'll cook for you!" I'm better at eating than at lunch at the restaurant! I said it was the restaurant owner. Dad turned his face and said, "Hmm! The boss was hiding, and after eating, I knew what he had inside and came back to figure it out. I made it taste better than him. He might make it hot, and I'm cooking it better than him." Since then, if you kill a chicken at home, you'll get half of it mixed, half of it cooked or burned! Once she came to the house and ate the chicken he made and said she never had it. It tasted so good. It tasted better than a restaurant! From now on, Dad's brand-new chicken has been here ever since