The Yellow-Braised Chicken Heath made was excellent in both aroma and flavor, so he was very confident he could conquer the discerning palates of these customers in the Indigo League. Of course, if the people here had rather unusual tastes, there was not much he could do.
It was like people from Shanghai going to the Sichuan Region and being unable to adjust to the spicy, numbing flavors there. Every province in China had its own discerning palate, let alone an entirely different world.
"Sir, here's your Yellow-Braised Chicken with rice. Enjoy." Heath scooped the Yellow-Braised Chicken and rice he was working on into bowls, then called out. The man hurriedly stood up, walked over, and eagerly took his meal.
"Sir, you can try pouring some of the sauce from the Yellow-Braised Chicken over the rice and mixing it in. It'll taste even better that way." Heath smiled at the man as he offered a reminder.
The very essence of Heath's Yellow-Braised Chicken with rice lay in its sauce. The sauce was exceptionally delicious, but Heath made it fairly thick, which left it tasting a little salty. Once that slightly salty sauce soaked into the rice and was mixed with the sweet, fragrant grains, however, it became something entirely different.
The man looked at Heath curiously. He was an office worker at a nearby game company, and this was his first time seeing a food truck like Heath's. But he was smart. He knew perfectly well that, compared with someone trying a new food for the first time like himself, Heath was the chef who made it, so the way Heath recommended eating it had to be the best.
So the man wisely chose to follow the expert's advice. Carrying his Yellow-Braised Chicken with rice, he hurried back to his