“How did you get this chicken?”0

“How did I get it? It’s top-quality Mount Chang free-range chicken.”0

“I meant the cooking method…”0

“Oh, the method! It’s a secret recipe I got from a traveling merchant up north! They call it Immortal Braise.” The stall owner grinned. “Said a divine immortal passed by and taught him the recipe. Whether that’s true or not, I can’t say, but I tell you, if the gods in heaven had a taste, they’d never want to return to the Heavenly Palace!”0

“Heh…” Song You chuckled and pressed further, “If it’s a secret recipe, then how did you come to know it?”0

“Uh…” The vendor froze for a moment, realizing the contradiction in his own words. He then scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. 0

“Forgive my clumsy tongue, sir. Please don’t laugh at me. Whether it’s truly a secret recipe or not, I don’t know, but it’s certainly a cooking method that didn’t exist before. That merchant was quite peculiar—he’d teach the recipe to anyone who asked, as long as they didn’t compete with him in his hometown.”0

“How many stalls in Changjing sell this now?”0

“There are quite a few already.”0

“I see…”0

“But none are as authentic as mine!”0

“Of course, of course…” Song You smiled, neither confirming nor denying.0

“Here’s your chicken.”0

“Thank you.”0

The handle of the bamboo basket was bent into an arch, making it easy to carry. Song You hooked...0