Men's Soleh Wealth System
48. Five Billion Balance

Kirana teaches how to cook fried chicken according to the knowledge of cultivation that she got from the mother. After giving an example once, everything seemed to be well recorded in his memory.

"Can you, right?" ask Kirana.

Aziel nodded without giving an answer from his mouth. He also holds a deep fryer sieve that contains pieces of chicken that will be attached to a box-shaped panasa oil deep enough.

With a little closed eyes, the young man soaked the object a little with a sense of anxiety splashing hot oil.

"Don't be afraid, this chicken won't squirt hot minya out the pan!" kirana is back.

At the end of the kitchen, Ustadz Syahrul smiled at the seriousness of this young man. He shook his head looking at the men watching through the window with faces that looked expectantly anxious. Some time later, the chicken that has been fried for quite a long time checked its maturity.

"A little more! This chicken can be lifted after the golden brown color," said Kirana.

Aziel nodded back. He put the fried chicken strainer back into his dish. When he finished, he pulled the handle and drained it into the prepared container, then put the handle of the sieve containing the new chicken.

Kirana gave a clap. "Well, that's easy, right? You remember everything, right?" ask Kirana to make sure. Aziel replied with a nod.

"Well, if you do, we go home first. Poor Abi has been tired of standing ever since."

Aziel had just realized Uztadz Syahru was standing since it was gawking. "Who? Why wasn't Mr Ustadz given a seat?" Aziel turned his eyes to the men who had been watching them.

"It ... It's already! It's okay!" ustadz Syahrul said. "I'm happy if I can make sure you can cook for your business and merchandise. Good luck and blessings." said Ustadz Syahrul again.

"Aaamiin," said everyone who witnessed it all.

Aziel had moved the cooked fried chicken in a large enough container, then filled it with new chicken to replace the almost cooked chicken.

"Waaah, your work is very tight. Hope it's a sellout, huh? We go first." Kirana began to move around turning her body out of the kitchen embracing her father's arm.

"Wait!" Aziel quickly put all the fritters into the box and bag.

Kirana turned her body. He was amazed to see a bag full of filled with boxes containing fried chicken earlier. He turned to look at the newly moved chicken, it was empty.

"Lohs? This is all fried chicken just now? When did you move it?"

Aziel only put on a flat face wiping the sweat dripping on his forehead. "Take it!"

"It's mostly?" kirana cheer alternately glanced at the enormous pouch and the father.

"We won't be able to spend all this!" added again.

"Don't eat it alone, share it with others as well" Aziel said.

Kirana was stuck with what her schoolmate said. His face was hot from embarrassment, he had already misjudged. "Oh, so. Alright!" Kirana bowed her head and she felt confused not knowing where to hide her face.

"Waah, we share it with worshippers who pray in the mosque. They must be happy, get sustenance after prayers later," said Ustadz Syahrul.

Kirana is still bowing her head. The shame is not gone. For a moment he glanced at Aziel who had swapped out the new fried chicken.

'Waaah, he's a very quick wait. Is he like this, huh?' inner Kirana stole a glance at Aziel who seemed busy with her work.

"Ekhem ...."

Dehemab Ustadz Syahrul took Kirana by surprise. He handed over the big bag that Aziel had given to his father.

"We go first, assalamualaikum," Kirana said.

"Walaikumsalam," said Aziel who was busy with the chicken being puffed.

After Kirana left, she worked with her pent-up strength, until it solved everything quickly. The chickens piled up and mounted on top of the container around Aziel.

"Quick put these chickens in the box! Each box contains ten pieces. Directly shared!" aziel commands the men.

Gino put the chickens in a box. The canoe works by closing the box and putting it in the bag. Then, the tattooed men queue to wait for the full pouch and then go out and share it.

Aziel moved quickly to fry the chickens, without realizing it was already at the last kloter. He glanced to the right left and all parts of the kitchen. Apparently, being in a deep fryer griddle right now was his last session.

"Young master, where are we for?" ask the men to realize there is no more raw chicken that has not been fried.

"You guys just calm down. I'll make sure everything's enough for all of us."

Soon enough, the big men who distributed the chickens had returned. Their faces were bright and bright.

"Subhanallah, they all look happy. When I saw them happy, my heart was at ease, Young Master," she said.

"Truly, it turns out that doing good is really fun. Not like I used to be worried."

Aziel smiled faintly hearing the stories of the men. Then, the last chicken had finished frying. However, the look on the faces of the men looked disappointed.

"Young Master, I don't think this will be enough for all of us here" Kano said.

Because, Baron's men also participated in this action. Until, without any buyers coming, the shop looks very crowded.

"You guys just calm down! No matter how much you take, this fried chicken won't run out" Aziel said.

"What time?" ask them not to believe.

"Try it! Happy enjoying!"

With a doubtful face, the bongsor-bodied men took a container made of cardboard as a substitute for plates. One person, take the chicken pieces to fill the container that could each take five to six pieces.

However, the chickens do not look reduced in the slightest until all there are already getting their respective rations.

ding ding ding []

[Kind Allah ... Your change is so rapid Arsen ]

[In fact, you can harness your abilities without me guiding you again ]

[ Congratulations! You get a bonus of Rp5,000,000,000! ]

[Your performance is 100% ]

[Your good looks are 1000% ]

[The glory of your heart has appeared 20% ]

[Your current wealth balance is Rp5,800,000,000]

Aziel immediately bowed in gratitude. Making all the cool men eating fried chicken dumbfounded.