Hocatolin and the others were in the midst of their grilled fish when they turned their attention to the spicy chicken. They were greeted by the sight of a sea of bright red chili peppers, and their bodies began to heat up just from looking at it.
However, the real thing really matched the picture perfectly. There wasn't a single piece of chicken in sight; it was completely covered in chili peppers.
"It can't really be a dish of stir-fried chili, right?" Hocatolin picked up his chopsticks and brushed aside the chili peppers. It was as if he were sweeping away a layer of fallen leaves, revealing the browned chicken beneath.
The small pieces of chicken were fried to a beautiful golden color, and they were hidden among the countless chili peppers.
After the chili peppers were brushed aside, aside from the spiciness, the crispy aroma of the chicken also wafted through the air, making all three of their eyes light up.
"Looks quite interesting. Let me try it first." Hocatolin eagerly picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth.
After biting into it, the outside of the chicken was crispy and fragrant, but after biting into it, the inside was extraordinarily tender and juicy. With this bite, a spicy and fragrant taste filled his mouth. It was numb but not numb, spicy but not dry. It was quite chewy, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became. He felt that he couldn't stop, and couldn't help but pick up another piece.
This chicken had probably been fried twice. The first time, it was cooked at a low temperature, and the second time, it was re-fried at a high temperature. That was why the chicken was so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Hocatolin had only tasted this method in a few fried chicken restaurants in Rodu, and most chefs viewed it as a secret.
The control of the oil temperature was also of the utmost importance.
The condition of Meg's spicy chicken was far superior to that of the fried chicken restaurants he had tasted in the past.
Every piece of meat was in perfect condition, and he couldn't help but want to slap the table in praise as he enjoyed the deliciousness of the dish.
One had to realize that those fried chicken restaurants had been passed down for several generations, and their recipes had been improved over and over again, but they still couldn't compare to Meg's new dish.
Mr. Mak's culinary skills were clearly exemplary.
Furthermore, not only did the chicken have a layer of flavor on the outside, it was also rich in flavor on the inside. It was clear that the chicken had been marinated in advance before it was cooked.
Details often determined whether a dish could be called a delicacy or not, and this Spicy Chicken was impeccable in terms of creativity and details.
After eating a few pieces of chicken, Hoketo put down his chopsticks and panted. After a while, he realized that his forehead and nose were covered in sweat.
"How carefree! This spicy chicken is too fragrant! "Hocatolin praised.
He could now be sure that Milo was not lying. His words could only express one-tenth of Mr Mak's food. Only those who had really tasted the food could experience the deliciousness. Any description of the food would seem a little weak.
For example, he couldn't think of many words to describe this spicy chicken. Perhaps he needed to wait until he went back and sat alone at night to seriously reflect on it. Only then would he know how to write this manuscript.
Of course, the most important thing now was to finish off the table of delicacies in front of him. Otherwise, he would feel too ashamed to face himself.
Milo and Garland lowered their heads and ate their chicken in silence. What kind of food speech was this? He couldn't stop at all!
On the other side, Vivian eagerly picked up a piece of chicken and placed it into her mouth. As she chewed, her eyes lit up, and after swallowing, she exclaimed, "Oh! This is so delicious! "
"The chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's a little similar to beggar's chicken, but it's more delicate. In one bite, you can experience two completely different textures, but they have the same amazing taste. It's spicy and refreshing. It's amazing!" Vivian picked up another piece of chicken and put it into her mouth. As she chewed, her eyes were filled with tears of happiness.
That familiar warm feeling appeared again!
In her body, a warm current slowly flowed, nourishing her already repaired body.
Other than the spicy grilled fish, she had a new choice!
"Is it really that good?" Michael picked up a piece of chicken skeptically. He could smell the spiciness, but it didn't seem very strong. At least, it wasn't as crazy as the spicy grilled fish.
Michael let out a light breath and put the chicken into his mouth.
He bit into the chicken. It was indeed crispy, but the crispy exterior wrapped around the tender interior. After biting into it, the juicy meat began to explode in his mouth!
Numb! Spicy! Fresh! Fragrant!
Michael's face was slightly red. His mouth was open, and he raised a hand to fan himself slowly. At the same time, he had to maintain the dignity of a city lord on his face. His eyes were also glistening with tears.
"Father, isn't it super delicious? It's so delicious that I'm about to cry. " Vivian looked at Michael, and then picked up another piece of chicken and put it into Michael's slightly open mouth.
Michael: (?? ??? Д????)!!
"Mm-hmm, it's so delicious …" Michael's tears flowed slowly as he nodded and praised with a red face.
Luna looked at this scene of a benevolent father and a filial daughter with a smile on her face. However, she suddenly felt a little homesick.
Eunice picked up a piece of chicken with the serving chopsticks and put it into Luna's bowl with a smile, and said, "Luna, you should try it too."
"Thank you." Luna took a bite of the chicken. Seeing that it was full of red chili, she already had some expectations of how spicy it would be. It was still within an acceptable range.
The chicken was neither big nor small, and it was just the right size to chew. It was spicy and crispy, and it was a little intoxicating when chewed.
She subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of the kitchen. Through the crowd, she could only see a busy silhouette. A smile appeared on her face unconsciously.
Mr. Meg was still a creative person. He could always surprise people with delicacies.
"Mr. Mak is really amazing. He can always come up with something new for me." Vivian ate a few pieces of chicken, and was still full of praise.
"I think you'll be the happiest if you marry Mr. Mak," Eunice said with a smile.
"Mom, you have such connections?" Vivian turned her head and looked at Eunice with a serious expression.
"You really dare to think about it." Eunice laughed in exasperation.
"I object to this marriage!" Michael, who had finally suppressed the spiciness with beer, raised his hand and said sternly.
"Father, just eat your food." Vivian picked up another piece of chicken and put it into Michael's mouth.
Michael: "…"
"I don't really want to, but our Teacher Luna …" Vivian's gaze turned, and she looked at Luna with a smile. She whispered, "Mom, little Amy is Luna's student, and she likes Luna a lot. Why don't you help set them up?"
"Vivian!" Luna reached out and pinched Vivian's waist. Her face quickly turned red, and she looked at Eunice and whispered, "Auntie … She's just talking nonsense … There's no such thing …"
Eunice smiled and said, "It's okay. Auntie has been through this before. I understand. Mr. Mak is indeed a good person. Auntie will help you ask him later."
Michael frowned. He wanted to tactfully remind them that this marriage was not very appropriate. Irina was not someone to be trifled with, and Meg most likely did not have the guts to do so.
However, when he saw Vivian reaching out for a pair of chopsticks, he tactfully shut his mouth.
Sigh.
Mr. Mak's charm had nowhere to go.
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