Xue Chuchu seemed cold on the outside, but she was actually quite gentle inside. These two were pretty polite, and she said:
"Don't worry about the money, let me serve you some."
Yang Fei: "How can that be? You definitely have to take the money!"
Xue Chuchu didn't say anything. She went back inside, took out two large bowls, which were for guests and not used regularly, and two pairs of brand new chopsticks.
She moved swiftly, filling the bowls with more than half with rice, then added some stir-fried chicken pieces on top, drizzled sauce on it, and handed them the bowls.
Yang Fei placed two hundred yuan on the dining table, he and his subordinate, Li Liang, didn't linger but took their bowls and ran to the shade under a tree to eat heartily.
The tenderness of the chicken mixed with the spicy seasoning was truly delicious.
"Delicious, so delicious!" Yang Fei couldn't stop praising.
Li Liang gave a thumbs up: "Authentic."
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