The Internet's Worst Chicken Flew into My Mouth

Outside, a fried-chicken delivery scooter passed the alley. An aroma was escaping. “Wait.” He clung to the table. “The price isn't literal, is it?” The tabletop groaned in his hands. One second later, Chen Nuo and his chair shot through the door. Xiaoman barely caught the phone gimbal before the stream entered high-speed pursuit mode. “Your stream is still live!” “I'm not chasing it! My legs think that chicken knows too much!” Viewership climbed from thirty thousand to a hundred thousand. In slippers, Chen Nuo streaked through the alley like lightning motivated by overdue rent. He hurdled a shared bicycle, dodged a dog walker, and closed on the scooter. The courier looked back and twisted the throttle in terror. “You can't steal the order!”