Xia Ye licked the corner of her lips slightly.
Since Uncle Jiang was the Heavenly Dao, then this Dong Mao beside Uncle Jiang...
She had suspected it before and said she couldn't be wrong about her feeling.
Dong Mao hadn't realized the danger approaching and obediently walked forward.
All the live chickens had been hidden away; there was no way Miss Xia could find them.
Anyway, no matter what she said, the chicken was sold out!
Dong Mao was brimming with confidence, but then he heard Xia Ye remark ambiguously, "Although there are no tender young chickens, isn't there still a 'Chicken Essence' here?"
Dong Mao's face turned pale instantly, and his back was soaked with sweat in a moment.
What did Miss Xia mean by that?
It couldn't possibly mean what he was thinking, could it?
Dong Mao forced a dry laugh and interjected, "Well... too much chicken essence isn't good for the body."
