Just as Jiang Yu finished making the mouthwatering chicken dish, Lu Shuwu couldn't resist stepping forward to take a closer look.
The neatly arranged chicken pieces in the plate had tender yellow skin, gleaming with oil under the light; beneath the thin skin lay the tender white meat, which was enough to make one's mouth water uncontrollably.
When the red secret spicy oil was poured over, each piece of chicken was coated with a bright color, paired with white crushed peanuts and green cilantro, further enhancing everyone's appetite.
"Gulp!"
A clear swallowing sound reached his ears, causing Lu Shuwu to turn around, only to find Hu Zhihai, who had unknowingly returned with the alcohol, standing behind him, his eyes locked on the plates of mouthwatering chicken on the table, his Adam's apple moving unrestrainedly up and down.
Seeing him like this, Lu Shuwu couldn't help but secretly swallow down his saliva, casting another glance at Jiang Yu who stood to the side.
