"Wow, this chicken, all I can say is 'fresh'!"
Jiang Chenchen said, "I never really understood why chicken essence is so fresh? After eating this chicken, I realize that chicken really is fresh!"
Zhuo Qianqian shook her head, "Isn't chicken essence freshness just an advertising slogan? Isn't the main ingredient there MSG? Doesn't seem related to chicken, right?"
"That's wrong, that's wrong," Jiang Chenchen retorted, "Haven't you heard that joke? A big monk went to fetch the scriptures, got caught by a monster. The monk asked the monster, what kind of monster are you? The monster laughed and said, just lick to find out. The monk licked and suddenly realized, ah, it's chicken essence, no wonder it's so fresh. You see, the equation chicken essence equals freshness is valid."
Li Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Can't you guys shut your mouths while eating? Just keep quiet and eat."
Then they stopped talking and focused on enjoying the pleasure brought by the food.
