Perhaps Xuan Zi really had intended to reward Chen Ping with a chicken leg.
But his main intention was definitely still to see whether his chicken leg tasted better than the Orleans Roast Leg Chen Ping made.
Still, Chen Ping hurriedly accepted the chicken leg and took a huge bite.
Whatever the case, he was the first person ever to get a share of Xuan Zi's chicken legs.
Sure enough, the chicken leg in Xuan Zi's hand really did have a distinctive flavor.
With one bite from Chen Ping, the tender, silky chicken parted without the slightest resistance.
The plump, juicy meat instantly sent its own rich aroma splashing into Chen Ping's mouth along with its juices.
Compared with the Orleans Roast Leg Chen Ping cooked, this large, greasy chicken leg of Xuan Zi's clearly placed greater emphasis on the flavor of the ingredient itself.
Chen Ping polished off the entire chicken leg in no time, not even sparing the bone. Relying on his strong physique and a set of steel teeth, he crunched up the bone and swallowed it too, immediately prompting even Xuan Zi to give him a thumbs-up.
Now that was a seasoned eater-swallowing the bones before giving his verdict.
"Hehe, I'm guessing this chicken leg came from a Five-Colored Phoenix Chicken. Otherwise, it shouldn't have such a rich, meaty aroma."
"Get me some Five-Colored Phoenix Chicken legs next time, and I'll marinate some Orleans-style legs for you to try."
Chen Ping delivered his judgment.
Xuan Zi chuckled, a teasing look in his eyes. "Then I give you a hundred chicken legs, and you return fifty, while the other fifty are defective products that don't need to be handed over, is that it?"
With Xuan Zi exposing his past dealings with leftover ingredients, a shameless look flashed