In the reopened Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant.
Kentucky served as the head chef, responsible for making fried chicken and fries.
Enel served as the order taker, responsible for greeting customers at the counter.
Garen served as the manager, responsible for sitting in the restaurant, drinking tea, eating chicken, and reading the newspaper.
As the proprietress, Nami could not stay idle. Although the restaurant had temporarily hired extra hands, she still enthusiastically took on the role of a waitress herself.
Whether it was because the fried chicken was too delicious or because waitress Nami was too pretty, the restaurant's popularity immediately exploded.
Then, the end of the god Enel arrived.
"Big brother! Big brother!"
A group of children who had come to eat fried chicken together began chattering noisily.
Standing before the ordering counter, the children looked up at the tall Enel. Rather than feeling afraid, they became strangely interested in his unusual appearance.
"Your ears are so long!"
"Can we touch your long ears?"
"Is that drum on your back real? Can we hit it?"
Amid the racket, one particularly restless little brat actually climbed onto the counter and excitedly reached out to touch Enel's abnormally long earlobe.
Enel darkened as he slapped away that little grubby hand and said, one word at a time:
"No."
"Touching."
Already exhausted in body and mind by the dull, tedious work, Enel was instantly provoked to the brink of exploding by such rude demands.
"You little brats... are you ordering or not?"
"If you aren't ordering, then shut up already!"
Without hesitation, Enel looked down at the rowdy children with an incomparably cold glare.
"..."
The children instinctively stopped breathing, and tears immediately burst forth in fear.
"Waaah!"
"Big brother's eyes are so scary!"
Not only did they fail to shut up, their