He put on disposable gloves, tore off a wobbly piece of meat from the chicken leg, and popped the steaming bite into his mouth. The texture and flavor were simply irresistible.
While he was eating, Aunt Qian and Auntie Wang from the neighboring alley came in to shop.
"Hey, Old Yu, what are you munching on that smells so good?"
"It's the roast chicken from Boss Lin next door, just out of the pot. Old Sun and I each bought some—you ladies should try it. The meat is tender and flavorful, and not too salty. It's delicious."
Old Yu, known as the intelligence station chief of Yingchun Street, naturally enjoyed showing off and flaunting exclusive news. Now that he was the first to buy the roast chicken, he had even more reason to preen. That was precisely why he was eating it at the cashier's counter. Our relationship with Boss Lin is rock-solid; otherwise, why would I be the first one to get the roast chicken?
