Su Zhiruan didn't stand on ceremony and picked up a piece with her chopsticks to taste.
Li Meihua also picked up her chopsticks.
After seeing that both of them had eaten, Zhishu and Zhixiao couldn't wait to take a bite.
At the very moment their teeth bit down, they felt as if they had tasted the most delicious thing in the world.
The rich aroma of oil and meat filled their mouths—the chicken was tender, and the marination had made it deliciously salty and umami-packed, bursting with juice. The sauce was perfectly enveloping the fried chicken, crispy on the outside and tender inside.
This was a flavor they had never experienced before, completely different from stewed chicken.
For kids of their age, fried chicken was the tastiest food in their hearts. Su Zhiruan watched the children's expressions of shock and joy and shook her head with a smile.
"It really is delicious, Ruanruan. It would be a waste of talent not to open a shop with such skills," Li Meihua praised highly.
