Upon receiving the beggar's chicken, customers who were eager to eat it immediately opted to take it away on the spot.
For those who wanted to take the mud with them, Lin Zhou would wrap it in a heat-resistant bag and give it to them to take away.
In the blink of an eye, it's time to turn to good.
Xiang Shan looked at the lump of mud, itching to see if he could smash it open with one punch. After all, the way the stall owner smashed a lump of mud with one punch was so cool.
It made him unable to resist wanting to imitate it.
Men never tire of seeing such absolute power.
Xiang Shan looked at his arm and decided it was better not to humiliate himself.
Just ask the boss to open it for me.
Lin Zhou nodded and smashed it open with a single punch.
Look at how relaxed he is, it really gives you the illusion that he could do it too.
Once the soil cracks open, the aroma of beggar's chicken becomes impossible to hide.
Xiang Shan took a closer sniff and felt that the aroma was somewhat similar to the smell of the chicken soup his grandmother used to make for him when he went back to his hometown as a child.
The chicken was raised by my grandma herself, and the chicken soup she made was so delicious it made my eyebrows fall off.
Even now, I can still recall that wonderfully fragrant smell.
The aroma of chicken soup from my memory overlapped with the aroma of beggar's chicken at this moment.
They all have a rich, savory chicken flavor.
But it seems that the aroma of beggar's chicken is even stronger than that of chicken soup, with the fragrance of lotus leaves and wine.
The scent isn't one-dimensional; rather, like a perfume, it has top notes and base notes.
For a moment, Xiang Shan didn't know what to say.
Looking at the golden, glistening chicken skin and the dark brown lotus leaves, I really wanted to tear off a chicken leg and stuff it into my mouth to chew it heartily.
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(Chapter 5, please use your love to generate electricity!)
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