"Alright then, I'll wait for you." Qin Xue glanced at Aunt Wu, then sat back down. Watching the flock of chickens happily pecking at their feed—chickens that eat so joyfully always have tastier meat, especially sweet, tender, and flavorful.
Qin Xue didn't pay much attention to what the others were discussing. Her focus remained on figuring out how to make the chicken taste even better. A flood of ideas bubbled up in her mind, making her feel as though any ingredient she had could be turned into something delicious.
But speaking of chicken, Qin Xue's favorite was still white cut chicken. It seemed she hadn't eaten that dish since she left S Province. Now, if she could bring a chicken home, she could make it again—and just thinking about it made her delighted beyond measure.
