Fox Girl of the Greenhills

"How much for the chickens?"

"Seven dollars," the chef replied.

Zhou Yi reached under the counter and took out a few coins. "Here. Use the change to make more. Remember to buy different flavoring and spices to pair with the fried chicken. Try everything, from garlic to pepper."

"Don't worry! I've spent five years learning this craft at Dashun Restaurant. I'm sure I can make something amazing."

The chef took the money and went back into the kitchen. He came out a few seconds later with a plate of fried chicken and a flask of rice wine.

Zhou Yi was looking forward to enjoying the wine and fried chicken while reading. It was definitely a relaxing way to spend the time.

The aroma of fried chicken filled the entire restaurant of the inn immediately as Zhou Yi bit into the crispy batter and the tender, moist meat.

Everyone in the inn was aroused by the smell of the fried chicken, and they turned their attention on Zhou Yi.