The Internet's Worst Chicken Flew into My Mouth

[That's the face. Pure despair.] [Acting before he even tastes it?] “Xiaoman,” he whispered, “do you see writing on this cracker?” “The expiration date. You have six months to pay me.” Stress hallucination, then. Chen Nuo restored his professional smile and bit down. Crunch. Salt arrived first. Then came a chicken flavor that had undergone seventeen industrial processes and successfully avoided all contact with a chicken. It was like someone waving a photograph of fried chicken in front of his tongue. A private message from the sponsor flashed: PRAISE IT! Chen Nuo swallowed and sat straight. “As for ‘real ingredients,’ I can confirm the ingredients exist. The chicken, however, may have had another appointment.”