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“Alright, I’ll have a skewer of chicken skin,” said the custor, inserting his food coupon into the box.
He takes the skewer of chicken skin and takes a bite.
The chicken skin is roasted to a crisp brown, soft and bursting with collagen, it feels thick and bouncy in the mouth, and the edges are lightly charred.
Between the smoky aroma of charcoal-grilling, there is a tangy sweetness as well.
“What’s this refreshing taste? It doesn’t seem like lemon,” the custor asked.
The earlier custor who had been watching by the side was salivating uncontrollably, wishing he could have a taste too.
He no longer cares about preserving his dignity, but kept swallowing his saliva anxiously, asking hurriedly, “Is it tasty? Is it tasty?”
“It’s really tasty!” The custor nodded vigorously. “The edges are crispy from the grilling, the middle is tender, and the smoky flavour from the charcoal grilling mixed with this tangy and sweet flavour almost makes you forget that you’re eating chicken skin. Not greasy at all. I could eat 10 more skewers!” The other guy swallowed, “I wonder what’s inside the green pepper?” “There’s a filling inside?” another one asked.
“Yes,” Cindy Clarke nodded. “The green peppers are not too spicy, especially after I removed the seeds and veins, so there’s very little heat. As for the filling, that’ll be a surprise.”
“I’ll have one, then.”
“I want one too!”
“I’ll have a skewer of chicken thigh.”
“I want the cartilage.”
Gradually, more and more people ca over.
Those early custors who had already used their food coupons realized that they could no longer order anything.
Just the tantalizing aroma and the sight of others enjoying their food was excruciating enough.
They decided to go back to their seats early and wait for the next round of ticket sales.
“My Cindy is the best!” said Morgan Zhekova, looking proud.
The old Madam also nodded with joy, reminding Adrian Zhekova, “Hurry up with the tickets, if you can’t get any, I won’t be able to taste Cindy’s skewers.”
“Grandma, even if we can’t get the tickets, Cindy can make so for you,” said Adrian Zhekova with a smile. “Not just these skewers, but other dishes that people haven’t tried before, you can have them all.”
“It’s not the sa, I want to go and support Cindy.” The Old Madam pouted.
“Look at the ones on stage, especially that one called Shi…what’s her na?” “Zoe Silverstone,” Victoria Wheeler reminded from the side.
The Old Madam turned to look at her, “How co you rember so clearly? Don’t tell you like that Zoe Silverstone?”
“…” Victoria Wheeler felt wronged, “Not at all! The opposite actually, I dislike her so much that I rember her.”
“That’s right.” The Old Madam nodded, “She dares to bully Cindy, I’ll rember her!”
The Old Madam turned to Adrian Zhekova again, “Look at Zoe Silverstone, always causing trouble for Cindy. Without any real skill, she resorts to shortcuts. She won’t last long.”
“Yes, without skill, all the shortcuts are useless,” Adrian Zhekova agreed.
anwhile, the audience who were there to enjoy the food started to return.
Those who hadn’t tried Cindy’s grilled skewers saw the crowd at her stand and wondered, “Is it really that good?”
“Really, what did you eat?”
“I had that fried chicken leg. The one from the ani, made by Zoe
Silverstone.”
The other person laughed, “Don’t tell you went there just because she’s pretty?”
“No, I thought the chicken leg was big. One ticket for such a huge piece, it seed worthwhile.”
“Was it good? That chicken leg looked too greasy for .”
“Actually, it was quite ordinary. The bacon on the outside was too salty, the inside of the chicken leg had no flavor, and the egg in the middle was too filling.” The man shook his head. “Had I Imown, I wouldn’t have eaten it. Now I feel too full and just want to eat sothing refreshing..”
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