"Oh my gosh, is it really that fragrant?!"
Although Zhuo Qianqian's warning not to be mesmerized by the aroma still echoed in their ears, both of them felt completely captivated by the scent.
"How much essence did they put in?!"
Brother Hua exclaimed in amazement, simultaneously posing a soul-searching question.
Brother Gang quickly retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, does this smell feel anything like artificial essence to you?"
"But without that stuff, can beggar chicken be so aromatic?"
"This chicken must be excellent, the aroma is just so pure."
As they talked, their hands worked faster and faster.
The layer of lotus leaves inside the cellophane was different from the outer layer; this one appeared oily and glossy, as if soaked with grease.
As they peeled off this layer, the rich aroma became even more intense, and the whole chicken wrapped inside finally came into view.
