"Li Miao, this chicken," Yang Dashan took two deep breaths, slowly and hesitantly said, "My tongue is a little numb and painful when I eat it, but packs more punch compared to when drinking wine. After eating one piece, I want to eat two more pieces."
"Dashan, you should eat more. Don't hold back when you're eating."
Zhao Zhan was overjoyed with this response. He pushed the chicken toward him and said, "This dish is called chili chicken. It's made with millet peppers."
After the food was devoured, Yang Dashan and Li Miao were finally full. They looked at each other and felt a little embarrassed, "The food at your house is too delicious. I didn't even know that I could eat that much."
"Li Miao, you can take the rest home. I'll pack the leftovers for you. Zhao Zhan will tell you how to cook it, and you can take the recipe home and try it out yourself."
