𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
★𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖮𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌,𝖫𝖠 𝟣:𝟤𝟣𝖯𝖬
𝖠𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗅 𝟤𝗇𝖽
"Aight so what I do after I season the chicken Mink?" Chozen asked as he placed the small bottle of garlic powder back on the wooden shelf.
Cherish glanced up from her phone, shifting her gaze over to her older brother who was staring at her waiting on further directions. "Let me see. Did you add a lil bit of mustard?"
"That's what I forgot. Hold on right quick." He snapped his fingers in remembrance heading over to his fridge to retrieve the mustard.
Chozen had invited his little sister over to help him cook a Sunday dinner. Although it was a random Thursday evening, he had a taste for greens, Mac and cheese, yams, pot roast, fried chicken, and cornbread so that's what the past few hours consisted of him making.
He was now getting close to the end of the meal, only having to fry the chicken and wait on the cornbread that was currently in the oven.
After shaking up the small bottle, he then began to drizzle the yellow condiment over the chicken wings.
𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘵
𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴
Chozen listened closely at the song feeling chills run down his spine as if he'd never heard it before. This particular song had to be one of his favorites by Boosie just because it was something he grew up on.
The song along brought him nostalgia and made him feel warm inside. Aside from the fact that the song was really aggressive, he loved it.
"Alright that should be enough. Let me see." Mink got up from her seat at the island and walked around the counter glancing into the mixing bowl that held the chicken wings.
"Yeah that's good now season the flour with a lil bit of Tony's and you can start frying them." She added and he simply nodded beginning to start the process.
"You told mama I was cooking?"
"Yeah she said send her a picture when you done."
Chozen nodded as he laid his first chicken wing into the hot grease. "When you go back in the living room grab my wood off the tray and light it for me."
"Mhmm."
A few minutes later Cherish entered the kitchen holding the overly stuffed backwood with Santana trailing in behind her.
"Nigga what yo' ass doing here?" Chozen raised his brow as he grabbed the wood with his free hand, placing it in his mouth.
"You know exactly what I'm doing here. I came to eat bitch." Santana chuckled placing a large brown paper bag onto the counter.
