From Radiance Road to the cemetery, it was necessary to change buses twice. While waiting for the second bus, Lu Jiaxin smelled an overpowering fragrance. Following the scent, she discovered an old man selling roast chicken.
Already hungry, the aroma made her stomach grumble even louder. Lu Jiaxin asked, "Old man, how much for one roast chicken?"
This roast chicken smelled much more delicious than the one Lu Hongjun had bought last time.
"Eight yuan."
Lu Jiajie almost jumped up upon hearing this, "A fat hen from the market costs only about three or four yuan, and this chicken looks to weigh at most two jin, yet you dare to ask for eight yuan?"
The old man wasn't annoyed and, with a palm fan in hand, fanned the stove as he spoke, "The method for this roast chicken has been passed down in my family for generations, with no fewer than eight separate steps, plus the need to manage the fire meticulously. Young man, eight yuan for one is really not expensive."
