She walked to Zhang the blacksmith's house and ordered a square oil pan from him. There was also a small platform next to the oil pan, where she could chop vegetables, roll out noodles, or put other food on it. In any case, the space would not be wasted. She put the oil pan on the cart and went to the county town to fry chicken. This way, the fried chicken would be fresh and taste even more delicious.
Zhang the blacksmith was attentive to Su Jiaoniang's needs.
The iron pot was made in just one day.
That day, Su Jiaoniang pushed her cart toward the market.
I stood in a secluded spot, placed the small pot on its surface, and started frying the chicken.
The aroma of fried chicken wafted for miles, and people passing through the market followed the scent to find Su Jiaoniang. They would swallow hard as they looked at the strangely shaped pieces of meat displayed on the counter.
He asked, "Young lady, what is this?"
"This is fried chicken, filled with chicken meat. We have spicy and non-spicy options, depending on your preference," Su Jiaoniang said, taking the fried chicken cutlet out of the oil.
Fried chicken is delicious, but salt and pepper chicken frames are another kind of deliciousness. Anyone who likes fried food simply cannot resist this temptation.
Fried chicken is all the rage, and so is salt and pepper chicken rack.
Just as Su Jiaoniang had guessed, once you've tasted the deliciousness of fried chicken, no one can resist it, especially the spicy flavor. Because the amount of chili peppers is limited, the spicy version is also limited, and it's in high demand and short supply.
The aroma filled the streets.
Gu Xizhou was passing by with his guards when he saw the people busy in front of the oil vat and paused for a moment.
The guard was puzzled: "Sir?"
"It's nothing, let's go." Gu Xizhou shook his head, he must have seen wrong.
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