The reason Lang and Wing didn't dare open their mouths was quite simple.
The aroma was freaking amazing! If they opened their mouths, they were afraid they would drool!
In all their years, they had never encountered such a delicious smell.
If the smell was already this tempting, how would it taste?
They couldn't imagine, but they were sure that not even the Clan Leader or Lord Witch had dishes of this caliber.
Five heart-pounding minutes passed.
"Bring a plate!"
At Qin Hao's command, Lang immediately took out the bowl from his backpack.
With one scoop and a drop, Qin Hao added a pair of sweet and sour chicken breasts to the bowl.
With one dish ready, Wing couldn't resist reaching out for a piece.
"Wait! There's another dish!"
Qin Hao's sudden shout made Wing withdraw his hand, looking like a child caught doing something wrong.
Then Qin Hao chopped up the whole chicken and, using the pre-prepared ingredients, made a pot of braised chicken.
