Su Ye said, "Mm, right, Wanxue. Chenchen really doesn't like eating chicken legs at home. His mom and I always eat them. Go ahead and have this one. Don't refuse."
"It's delicious."
As he spoke, Su Ye took a bite of the large chicken leg Su Chen had placed in his bowl.
It really was delicious.
When Su Chen had chopped the chicken legs, he'd made three cuts on each side, then used a cleaver to chop through the bones without cutting the legs apart. Prepared this way, the chicken absorbed the flavors of the scallions, ginger, and garlic particularly well.
It was delicious.
And because he'd chopped through the bones, there was no chance of blood inside them remaining uncooked.
Su Chen urged Lin Wanxue not to refuse and to hurry up and eat the chicken leg. They still had to get back on the road later.
Prompted by Su Chen, Lin Wanxue couldn't keep refusing, so she picked up the chicken leg and dug in.
The meat was truly tender, yet still chewy.
And with the recipe for spicy chicken, the flavor was simply incredible!
Out of this world!
Lin Wanxue smacked her lips as she ate.
Watching her, Bai Luo's brows drew together slightly as she ate her medicinal porridge.
She'd had her eye on the spicy chicken earlier and wanted to try it, but Su Chen had said she couldn't eat anything spicy right now.
Now, though, seeing her own disciple enjoy it so much, she suddenly found the porridge in her bowl less appetizing.
Actually, the medicinal porridge Su Chen had made was tastier than any she'd had before.
Normally, she would have finished the whole bowl. But now there was something even more delicious, something that made her mouth water—spicy chicken—and the porridge didn't