Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, focusing on the chicken soup, a fragrance quickly filling the entire room.
"This person is..."
Chen Yuan turned to the elder.
Zhu Sihai smiled and said:
"This is a top chef from the finest restaurant in Prefecture City, whose chicken soup is incomparably tender and fresh. Even the Magistrate has praised Shanbo's skills. Aside from women, my greatest pleasure is this chicken soup. I had planned to invite Officer Chen to a feast in a few days, but today turned out to be a lucky coincidence..."
"Oh? This elder has such culinary skills that even the Magistrate couldn't stop praising them. Did he discover them himself, or are they a family tradition?" Chen Yuan asked in surprise, looking at the ordinary-looking old man.
"This lord jests. It's not as extraordinary as the rumors suggest, but the taste is still quite good. The ingredients are nothing out of the ordinary; all the flavor lies in the chicken itself."
"How so?"
Chen Yuan asked calmly.