"As expected, you're still much more professional than I am when it comes to picking out chicken." Mag gave the man a thumbs-up with an admiring light in his eyes.
"You're far too kind, Brother. If it weren't for you stepping back there, I would've been in a lot of trouble right now." The man gave a bashful smile before handing over a fire chicken drumstick to Mag. "This is the drumstick from that chicken you just killed. That chicken was the best of the bunch and satisfies all of the criteria I just told you about. Try it out and see if it tastes different compared to normal chicken."
It was quite clear that the man wasn't going to take no for an answer, so Mag took drumstick in the end after a brief hesitation. "Alright, I'll give it a try."
"Good. Come find me again if you need to buy chicken next time; I'll be sure to pick out the best one for you." The man nodded with a bashful smile.
