Chapter 210: So you really like that Zoe Silverstone?

"Alright, I'll have a skewer of chicken skin," said the customer, 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 customer asked.

The earlier customer 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?"