The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

(Note: The following events take place in a parallel world and are unrelated to the main text. Please do not make unfounded connections. If you are not interested, you can skip this part; it will not affect your reading of the following content.)

Thursday, an ordinary day.

Thursday is a vibrant day for students.

Getting through today means just one more day, and then we'll have a two-day weekend.

Every Thursday, mysterious codes appear in various chat groups.

KFC Crazy Thursday!

vivo50!

Meanwhile, a shop on the street with a picture of a kind old man would ruthlessly charge customers 50 yuan from their wallets.

"So, fried chicken isn't healthy, maybe we shouldn't eat it, Xiaoxi?"

Outside a KFC on the pedestrian street, a boy holding the hand of a girl stood outside the store, looking at the dense crowd of diners inside, and swallowed hard.

"But I really want to eat it."

The girl pouted her pink lips slightly, revealing a pleading expression.

A troubled look appeared on the boy's face.

"How about... we go another day? You're not feeling well this week. Let's go to KFC next Thursday, your brother will take you there."

"No, no... I want it today."

As the girl spoke, she stretched out her small hand and pitifully wiped her eyes, as if tiny pearls were about to fall at any moment.

"Waaaaah... You mean, you promised to treat me to KFC if I get 100 on the test."

"They studied so hard and actually got 100 points, and now you're backing out! Humph! You big liar!"

"Uh... okay."

The boy sighed, took the girl's soft little hand, and led her through the glass doors of KFC.

"Hello, gentlemen, what would you like to order?"

The sales clerk greeted the two with a smile.

The girl smiled and took the menu, her big, bright eyes blinking as she looked at the various delicacies.

"Let's start with a serving of Original Recipe Chicken, and a couple of chicken drumsticks too."

"Oh, and another bag of fries."

"Xiaoxi, forget about the fries."

The boy frowned with concern.

Why?

"The book says that ketchup is unhygienic and can easily cause diarrhea."

"And when you eat fries, you can't go without ketchup."

The girl's tuft of hair on her head twitched slightly, as if she were deep in thought.

"Okay, then I won't take the fries."

After paying, the girl led the boy to a window seat and they sat down side by side.

"Xiaoxi, this is an exception for today. From now on, you have to refrain from eating KFC during this week of every month."

The boy pinched the girl's soft cheek and said helplessly.

"You need to eat a light diet this week, otherwise you'll get pimples on your face and it will look bad."

"Hehe, I know, brother."

The girl stuck out her pink tongue, hugged the boy's arm tightly, and said coquettishly.

Hmph, I knew my brother would fall for my sweet talk.

She muttered to herself.

Even if my brother becomes immune to my sweet talk next time, I can just use toy handcuffs to handcuff him.

"Number 49 can pick up their meal now."

The salesperson shouted loudly.

The boy was about to get up to go to the counter to get his food when the girl stopped him.

"I'll go, brother. You just rest."

The girl ran towards the counter, afraid that the boy would get there first.

A short while later, she brought over a plate of fragrant food.

"Let's eat! Brother, which one would you like to try first?"

"I don't want to eat."

The boy shook his head and glanced out the window.

"Let's try the Original Recipe Chicken first."

The girl rubbed her hands together and took out a piece of Original Recipe Chicken.

The freshly baked chicken nuggets emitted an irresistible aroma that this little foodie couldn't resist.

She sniffed it gently with her pretty nose, then put it into her lovely little mouth and licked it lightly with her tongue.

Then, she gulped down the chicken nugget in one go.

"Is it good?"

The boy ruffled her silver hair and asked with a smile.

"I haven't had enough! I want another piece!"

The girl picked up another piece of chicken, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The chicken nuggets are crispy, while the meat inside is tender, juicy, and has a delicate texture and rich aroma.

Every bite offers a delightful blend of the chicken's natural freshness and the perfect fusion of spices, leaving the young woman wanting more.

They even couldn't resist sucking the lingering taste from their fingers.

Perhaps this is the origin of the name "Finger Lickin' Good Chicken".

After finishing the chicken nuggets, the girl turned her attention to a pair of large chicken drumsticks.

She picked up a large chicken leg and held it to the boy's mouth.

"You eat it, I don't like it."

The boy waved his hand in refusal.

"That won't do."

The girl frowned unhappily.

"Be good, brother. I'm an expert when it comes to eating KFC, so you have to listen to me."

"The most important thing about this chicken leg is the breadcrumb coating on the outside."

"A chicken leg with breadcrumbs has soul; fried chicken legs cannot be without breadcrumbs, just as the West cannot lose Jerusalem."

"Oh well."

The boy nodded and took a small bite of the fried chicken leg.

Crispy and juicy, it's incredibly appetizing.

"Is it delicious, brother?"

The girl asked with a grin.

"It doesn't taste good."

The boy pretended to gag in disgust.

But secretly, I gave the fried chicken leg a thumbs up.

This fried chicken leg is the best food he's ever tried since being led around by the girl.

But since he had tried every means to stop the girl from eating KFC, he had to pretend to be disgusted no matter how delicious it was.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be a loss of face for him?

The girl saw through the boy's little scheme, smiled slightly, and deliberately let out a burp, pretending to be full.

"Oh dear... brother, I can't eat anymore."

"How about you eat the rest of the chicken leg for me?"

"I won't eat it."

The boy raised his head arrogantly, but his eyes were always on the roasted chicken leg on the table.

If you put it in my mouth, I'll eat it.

He thought so.

Men, they'd rather starve than lose face.

But the girl was unwilling to admit defeat.

Okay, I went through all that trouble to trick you into coming to KFC, and you're still acting all high and mighty with me, huh?

She sighed, took the boy's hand, and walked towards the door.

"You really aren't going to eat?"

The boy glanced at the remaining roasted chicken leg on the table and quietly swallowed.

"Yes, I'm stuffed. Since my brother doesn't like it either, let's leave it here."

The girl pouted and gave a soft hum.

The boy hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and sat back down.

He picked up the chicken leg and shoved it into his mouth with gusto.

"It's a waste not to eat it!"

The girl covered her mouth and giggled as she watched his comical appearance.

After finishing the chicken leg, the boy let out a satisfied burp.

"Little Creek, let's go."

"Uh-huh."

The two held hands and arrived at the front entrance of KFC.

A kind-looking old man stood at the front door and stopped the two of them.

"Wow! Congratulations on becoming our 666th customer today! We've prepared a special tomato sauce for you both, please enjoy."

"Ketchup?"

The boy frowned as he looked at the bag of bright red sauce in the old man's hand.

"Yes, if you two don't try it, you probably won't be able to pass through this door."

As the old man spoke, he closed the front door and took out his key to lock it from the inside.

How can this be good?

The boy frowned in thought.

He definitely can't eat ketchup.

But if I don't eat, I can't get through this ordeal.

What should we do?

"Silly brother, if they won't let us through the front door, we can just go through the back door."

The girl pointed to the back door of KFC in the distance.

That makes sense.

The boy held the girl's hand and left KFC through the back door.

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