Chapter Eleven: Fire Young Chicken

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard a clamor from outside. The group of people was obviously excited and eager to see what was happening.

“Old Man Zhao, are you really going to teach everyone?”

“I’m not dreaming, am I? This is such a rare opportunity!”

“Old Man Zhao, you’re too good to us! This ‘Fire Young Chicken’ is incredibly delicious!”

Faced with these enthusiastic voices, Zhao Lao quickly waved his hand and said:

“Stop, stop! It’s just a small technique, nothing special. Besides, it’s just a demonstration. I can only show you the basic steps and key points. Mastering it still depends on your own practice.”

The crowd continued to chatter excitedly. The atmosphere was lively and cheerful.

Suddenly, a clear voice cut through the noise.

“Teacher Zhao, is this the ‘Fire Young Chicken’ dish you’re talking about?”

The voice belonged to a young man who had stepped forward. He was holding a wooden plate, and on the plate lay a small, roasted bird, its skin golden and crispy.

Zhao Lao’s eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face.

“Exactly! This is the ‘Fire Young Chicken’. Look at the color, the aroma… excellent! You’ve done a great job.”

The young man smiled shyly. “Thank you, Teacher Zhao. I followed the steps you taught.”

Zhao Lao patted his shoulder approvingly. “Very good. Keep up the practice. You have a lot of potential.”

The crowd around them looked on with envy and admiration. They were eager to learn the secret to making such a delicious dish.

Zhao Lao then turned to the crowd and announced:

“Alright, everyone, quiet down. Let’s begin the demonstration. Pay close attention to the details.”