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Just as Han Guishan's passion for finishing his dish was about to lead him to devour half a chicken, the Taishi Snake Soup finally arrived.
Unlike the modest yet elegant small bowls used for serving steamed chicken mousse, the bowls for Taishi Snake Soup were at least twice as big and filled to the brim, covered with lids.
The surface of the bowls was decorated with intricate patterns, which looked somewhat flashy and made one immediately think that whatever inside must be quite expensive.
One bowl for each person.
Han Guishan didn't lift the lid right away; he was still nibbling on chicken feet. Thanks to his efforts, a small mountain of chicken bones had piled up on the plate in front of him, and the server had conveniently swapped it for a new one, allowing him to discard even more bones.
Han Guishan, sucking on chicken feet, glanced sideways at the Taishi Snake Soup in front of Xu Cheng, whose lid was already removed.
