Putting my skewers of chicken priced at one yuan each aside, are you all really eating his eight-yuan-a-serving bangbang chicken?
Li Xiaobo's confidence, which had just soared because a customer visited his stall first, was dashed back into dust.
Zhou Xudong was holding onto pure chicken leg meat. This snack had left an incredibly deep impression on his childhood. Whenever he could eat something of this level, he was the coolest guy in the class all week.
The prepared bangbang chicken, neatly packed in a small lunchbox, with each strip of meat pulled into nearly even strands, was covered in rich red oil after mixing, with a sprinkle of some green onions on top. Just the sight of its vibrant colors made one salivate uncontrollably.
"I can't wait any longer!" Zhou Xudong stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed all the meat strips from the small bowl.
He opened his mouth wide and stuffed it in hard.
