Li Xiaoqiang drove to the farmers' market, then picked out a black chicken and some mushrooms. Now he was ready to prepare black chicken and mushroom soup for grandma. After all, the old lady's days were numbered, so whatever she asked for, Li Xiaoqiang would do his utmost to satisfy her.
Li Xiaoqiang went to the farmers' market instead of the supermarket. He naturally wanted to choose a genuine black chicken, and a fresh one at that, for a better taste.
Upon arriving at the poultry section of the farmers' market, Li Xiaoqiang was immediately assaulted by a pungent smell that penetrated his nostrils. The chickens and ducks in the nearby cages were clucking, prompting Li Xiaoqiang to quicken his pace to the black chicken vendor. He fixed his gaze on the proprietor and said, "Boss, how much for a pound of this black chicken?"
