"Tsk tsk, Lao Jiang, the mouth-watering chicken is a hit again!"
After the shop closed in the evening, Hu Zhihai sat by the table, gnawing on a chicken leg, and laughingly said to Jiang Yu,
"These students today really have wild imaginations. With a single mouth-watering chicken, they came up with several new ways to eat it—the mouth-watering chicken rice bowl, mouth-watering chicken dry noodles, mouth-watering chicken spicy powder...
The funniest one is a student who bought a bag of sliced bread, put the chicken in between two slices, smeared red oil sauce on it, and named it 'mouth-watering chicken sandwich'!"
"Hey, this red oil sauce in the mouth-watering chicken is numbing and spicy, savory and fragrant. Even if you mix it with shoe soles, it would taste good!"
Before Jiang Yu could speak, Lu Shuwu, sitting on the other side, suggested with a smile,
"We eat soup dumplings as the main dish every day. Why not change it up today and mix some rice with it?"
"Why not?"
