Xia Mushi led Zhang Guanghang toward the vegetable market, casually beating around the bush.
"Xiaohang, have you seen others make Fortune... Ro... Shafu Roast Chicken before?" Xia Mushi asked.
"I have. I saw my dad and Uncle Adrien make it before," Zhang Guanghang replied.
"Then let's see if you remember, how is it made?" Xia Mushi went straight to the point. It was really hard to create something out of nothing, and he needed some reference information to make up the dish.
"I don't quite remember," Zhang Guanghang shook his head, "It seems like the chicken was fried, and then... then the beef broth was boiled down, and then... then I can't remember."
Zhang Guanghang didn't notice Xia Mushi's true intention, thinking that Xia Mushi just wanted to test him.