As the second dish of braised chicken chunks was made, its aroma could be detected from thirty to forty meters away.
"What kind of chicken is being cooked here? It smells so good."
"So fragrant. Just a while ago, I smelled the aroma of stir-fried leek with eggs, and now the scent of chicken. It's especially pleasant. Who might be cooking this?"
"This aroma seems to be drifting from the Taste Fresh Restaurant."
"That's impossible. Everyone around here knows that the boss of Taste Fresh isn't the best cook, and his dishes are usually not tasty. But now, smelling this aroma, how can it not be delicious?"
"Perhaps they've hired someone else to cook. After all, neither Qiu Lianying nor her husband are good cooks."
"It's bizarre. Why would two people who can't cook think of opening a restaurant?"
"Who knows what went through their minds?"
