"Mr. Ye, I can dance. Do you like watching people dance?"
"I can perform belly dancing. How about I show you a dance?"
"Mr. Ye, I have a special skill. Would you like to see it?"
Thus, this group of women, eager to impress Ye Feng, each wanted to showcase their unique talent and earn a taste of Ye Feng's roasted chicken.
"Come on! Give it a try!" Ye Feng gestured.
At Ye Feng's signal, the women either danced or displayed their special skills, making the scene lively and bustling.
One might think they were at a performance venue.
However, having such a performance was quite a treat indeed.
Indeed, when Ye Feng was eating, having such a performance was a kind of enjoyment.
Thus, Ye Feng kept the ten performers who impressed him the most, allowing them to perform for him every day to earn some roasted chicken.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng kept a keen eye on his targets.
They were actually quite anxious, but being inexperienced, felt a bit embarrassed to engage in such activities.
