A well-dressed middle-aged man was the first to take out ten yuan.

"Okay, just a moment."

Xia Baozhu took the money, put the three fried chickens into a brown leather bag with clips, and put about two pounds of boneless chicken feet into a white plastic bag, then put them on the scale to weigh.

The scale she uses has pointers, so the weight can be seen from both the front and back, making it clear and easy for customers to understand.

"Two jin and two liang, four yuan."

She filled a glass of milk tea from the thermos next to her, scooped a spoonful of tapioca pearls from another container and put it in, and finally handed a straw to her when she placed it on the counter.

"The glasses need to be recycled. It's best to finish your drink here. If you brought other containers, you can take them back with you."

Xia Baozhu couldn't buy large paper cups. Regular paper cups were too thin, and a cup of milk tea was quite heavy, making it easy to spill if she couldn't hold it steady. So she chose a glass cup.

In addition, she also looked for advertisements for high-temperature resistant plastics in the newspaper's advertising pages, and would order a batch if found.

The man picked up the cup and examined the milk tea inside carefully, even bringing it to his nose to smell it.

"When I was sent to the Northwest as an educated youth, I drank milk tea a few times, but this was the first time I had ever heard of milk tea with pearls. However, it smelled quite nice."

"Hurry up and drink it, try it and see what it tastes like!" The people surrounding him urged him, eager to take out what he had bought and try it themselves.

The middle-aged man took a sip, and the questioning expression on his face relaxed.

It has a rich milky flavor, blended with the unique aroma of black tea, and a perfect balance of sweetness with a hint of caramel. A sense of happiness fills his senses.

The middle-aged man took another sip, chewed a few pearls in his mouth, they were soft and bouncy, and it was very satisfying to chew them.

"Delicious! Delicious! Made with high-quality ingredients! Much better than what I've had before. The ones we used to drink didn't have sugar, but this one has different sugar."

"Alright, this is delicious. Hurry up and try the fried chicken, is it good? And the boneless chicken feet too!" The person next to him was getting impatient with his dawdling.

Those who want to buy milk tea might see the one-yuan price on the wall and think that if they spend ten yuan, they can get a free cup, so they might as well wait a little longer.

The middle-aged man didn't want to eat out so soon, but the people behind him were blocking him from leaving, so he had no choice but to take out some fried chicken and take a bite.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, every part of the chicken is coated with its own chicken juice, making it fresh and fragrant, with a slight spiciness and pepper flavor. It was the first time he had ever eaten fried chicken with this flavor, truly worthy of being called Hong Kong Island Fried Chicken.

Although he had never eaten Hong Kong Island fried chicken, he considered the fried chicken here to be Hong Kong Island fried chicken because it was delicious and tasted different.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask if you wanted any sauce." Xia Baozhu pointed to three glass jars. "Salad dressing, mayonnaise, and chili sauce. Which one would you like to try?"

"Can I try them all? I bought three fried chickens."

"no problem."

"How's the fried chicken? Why are you taking so long to say it?" The person behind him pushed the middle-aged man to let him share his thoughts first.

"It's delicious, it smells amazing, hurry up and buy it before it gets cold." The middle-aged man was speechless at these people; he wanted to try it but was afraid of wasting money.

Xia Baozhu spread sauce on a corner of each fried chicken and had him sit on the bench with a glass and drink it slowly.

"Give me one serving of the same amount he just bought, with extra pearls, please." Some people have learned, without being taught, to ask for extra pearls.

"Same here, I'll have ten yuan's worth too."

Suddenly, seven or eight hands holding money appeared.

"Line up properly, don't crowd." Sun Xingyan, having finished his own business, squeezed in from the back to help maintain order.

Once Xia Baozhu became more skilled, she moved much faster, and the benches on both sides were filled with men, women, and children drinking milk tea.

"Grandma, give me another chicken foot to eat." A four or five-year-old girl was drinking milk tea from her grandma's hand while gnawing on a chicken foot. After finishing two, she wanted more.

"Sweetie, the chicken feet are too cold. How about we eat the fried chicken first?"

"No, I want to eat chicken feet!" the little girl said, and started to lie down on the ground.

While waiting in line, Chen Shanlou grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His movements were gentle, but his voice was stern: "Your grandma is right, chicken feet are too cold to eat in this weather. Have you ever tried fried chicken?"

"No." The little girl was intimidated by Chen Shanlou's imposing aura, and her voice became docile.

"Then go and try it." Chen Shanlou put her down, patted her head, and told her to go back.

The little girl buried her face in her grandmother's arms, too afraid to look at him or make a fuss.