Yao Shi reached out and tapped the steel basin holding the wild chicken meat: "The wild chickens I have here are at least a year and a half old, forest-grown, not the kind that get sold after just four months."
Yao Shi let Fu Yu look at the quality of the chicken meat: "See it? This kind of chicken meat is the firmest. The texture when cooked is both chewy and richly flavored with gameiness."
Fu Yu was a bit curious: "Chef Yao, how much does one wild chicken cost?"
Yao Shi said: "Normally, a chicken on the market costs about a hundred or so, but the ones I get are a bit more expensive. After all, they are older and forest-raised. The current cost price is one hundred and eighty."
Fu Yu was taken aback: "One hundred and eighty?"
Yao Shi smiled: "And that's because I'm an old customer, with long-term cooperation, and high volume. For those not in the know, buying even one would cost over two hundred."
Fu Yu was instantly dumbfounded.
