The roast chicken that the orc brothers made was crimson. Its skin was dry, and the grease was all removed. There was also a special spicy-hot smell to it that was a little pungent at first, but was still acceptable. It gave the roast chicken a special kind of aroma that made it different from normal roast chicken.
Different from the usual roast chicken grilled on the grill, this was the first time the crowd saw a roast chicken that was wrapped in yellow mud and baked. The aroma was surprisingly enticing.
The judges all hadn't eaten their lunch, so they naturally couldn't withstand this roast chicken's aroma.
Habeng took the drumstick from his plate and took a huge bite. He nodded as he chewed, and praised, "The brothers' roast chicken seemed to have improved. After you two moved to Chaos City, people in our tribe are always saying you guys made the best roast chicken in the tribe, and they are missing it."
