Not Wen. A little bit of daily life or thoughts about my OC, I hope they will grow up with me. Watch the record here.
I don't want to be a giant eagle that stands side by side with the sky, I don't want to be a stereotypical ostrich, I don't want to be a round sparrow in the south. I want to be a new grilled Orleans chicken wing with a piece of durian meat in the barbecue cabinet of the convenience store. I will not participate in any preferential activities such as 50% off for the second order, an additional 1 yuan for purchases over 69 yuan, and registered members to redeem coupons.
I have to be heated continuously until the durian pulp and the outer skin of the chicken wings become crispy, until they become expired products and are thrown by the store clerk to the stray pastoral dog that has been guarding the store for many years at the door. It ate me bit by bit and filled its stomach. I named it "Durian Chicken" at the last moment.
"I also want a glass of iced Coke!" The durian chicken said to the clerk.
Intention: When you look up and look forward, the good things have already arrived quietly