Su Rong's roast chicken, perfected through countless trials and adjustments since her childhood, was incredibly delicious, its aroma wafting across Phoenix Mountain.
Zhou Gu had tasted all types of delicacies in his life, but he was amazed by the taste of the wild chicken that Su Rong had roasted. His upbringing and disciplined mannerisms prevented him from giddily hopping around the Phoenix Tree with the roast chicken in his hand.
Su Rong asked him, "Do you like it?"
Unable to resist the delicious taste, Zhou Gu nodded repeatedly, "Delicious."
Su Rong tilted her head and laughed, "If you like it, that's good enough."
Zhou Gu nodded again, "I like it."
