The matter came suddenly and left no room for careful consideration. Zuo Jinxiang hurriedly led two workers to slaughter the chickens. However, just before stepping out of the kitchen, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Last time, that girl made a dish of Chicken Golden Bamboo Shoots at the Escort Agency, right? How come it's Chicken and Snow Clam this time? ...She really has a thing for chicken!"
Hua Xiaomai heard her clearly and couldn't help but laugh.
