"Sister Fang, there aren't many families in the village, so there's nothing I can do about the shortage of chickens." Xia Liu understood that Fang Fei, who was in the restaurant business, needed a large supply, and relying solely on the few chickens from the village, the restaurant would inevitably have to shut its doors sooner or later.
"Ah, it's worrying me to death, you know. The chickens from your village are very special. Even if you just boil them in clear soup, they will have a faint scent of osmanthus. Today, a table of guests ordered five dishes and even packed three to take away." When talking about this, Fang Fei became somewhat excited; now it's not just oysters that are profitable, even the chickens from Osmanthus Village are selling like hotcakes.
