Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Li Xiaoer was startled and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

But the constables were quick, and soon they started scrambling for it. In no time, Li Xiaoer's sweet and spicy fried chicken was gone.

"Sweet, spicy, and smells so good!"

"It's so delicious! How can there be anything so delicious in the world?"

"Oh my god, this smells amazing!"

Li Xiaoer was on the verge of tears, and could only watch as his brothers devoured his sweet and spicy fried chicken like starving ghosts.

"Brother Li, thanks. Here's a piece of my spicy fried chicken. It's not as unique as sweet and spicy, but it's still delicious!" A constable gave Li Xiao'er a piece.

Li Xiaoer sighed. Oh well, he liked spicy food just as much anyway.

I'll have to ask Madam Shen tomorrow if we can buy one portion, half spicy and half sweet and spicy, that would be perfect.

Then I looked at the soda next to me. It was so dark and bubbly. Could it really taste good?

Since I've already bought it, I might as well give it a try.

Li Xiaoer, who disliked bitterness, cautiously took a small sip.

In an instant, a sharp and exhilarating sensation came from the tip of my tongue, as if countless golden needles were gently pricking it, a slight stinging pain mixed with a tingling numbness and a hint of itchiness.

Li Xiaoer's eyes widened, as if he were being forcibly controlled.

Before the stinging sensation subsided, a rich caramel sweetness swept through the entire mouth, a vibrant and lively sweet and sour flavor, accompanied by a mysterious complex aroma.

After swallowing, there is a slightly bitter taste that refreshes you, and your mouth is filled with saliva, which is sweet and fragrant.

"Amazing, so amazing!"

Li Xiaoer felt as if his body was rising, inexplicably feeling refreshed and joyful.

Not satisfied, he picked up the bowl and took another big gulp.

"Burp~"

An uncontrollable bubble rose from my stomach.

After burping, he felt even better, as if he was about to ascend to heaven on the spot.

"This is amazing, amazing! Madam Shen was right after all. Fried chicken and soda are a perfect match, a perfect match!!" Li Xiaoer couldn't contain his shock and kept muttering to himself.

The constables, seeing this, became even more curious: "Is 'happy water' really not bitter? Is it really delicious?"

This time, Li Xiaoer was smarter. He first downed the bowl of soda in one gulp, let out a satisfied burp, and then said:

"It's delicious, amazing and delicious! Slightly sweet, slightly bitter... no, anyway, I can't describe the taste. And it's incredibly refreshing. I'm so happy I want to spin around on the spot. This 'happy water' truly lives up to its name!"

This description made the constables very eager to try it.

They wanted to buy another serving of sweet and spicy fried chicken with a soda, but now the lines are even longer, and they're unlikely to get any.

Moreover, they are government officials with official business to attend to and cannot linger here.

"Tomorrow, I definitely want to try that soda!"

"Yes, I want to see just how enjoyable it is!"

"I'm having sweet and spicy food tomorrow too!"

......

Shen Chengzong leisurely arrived at the morning market, wanting to see what was going on with Shen Qing's stall.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he felt that the morning market was unusually lively, as if there were many more people than usual.

He was completely baffled.

More importantly, there was a fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose, strong and assertive, making him itch with desire and causing his mouth to water.

"The crispy fried chicken smells so good!"

"Yes, the sweet and spicy flavor is especially wonderful, and this soda is amazing."

"I wanted to bring some for my parents, but I couldn't resist, and now I only have two left."

Everyone around was excitedly discussing the crispy fried chicken. Shen Chengzong had long forgotten that he had come mainly to find out about Shen Qing's background. Now, he just wanted to find the crispy fried chicken stall and have a good taste.

"Where's the fried chicken you're talking about?" he asked a customer casually.

"It's right here on this street, just around the corner, but the queue is too long. If you go now, you're unlikely to be able to buy anything."

"We still have to queue??" Shen Chengzong was stunned.

"Madam Shen's business is good. Originally, there were only two hundred servings, but to meet everyone's demand, she made more. However, there are only three hundred servings of fried chicken. They're hard to get, really hard to get."

"Surname Shen?!" Shen Chengzong's eyes widened.

Could this Lady Shen be Shen Qing?

No way. How could Shen Qing, a pampered woman, possibly run such a successful business?

No, no.

Shen Chengzong shook his head, took a step and walked away, wanting to try the fried chicken first, and then find Shen Qing's stall location.

The further you walk, the stronger the smell becomes, and the more people around you are holding fried chicken.

Seeing everyone wolfing down their food without a care for their image, Shen Chengzong instantly concluded that this fried chicken was definitely going to make money.

He'll try it first. If it's good, he'll ask if the other party is willing to sell the recipe. If not, cooperation is also an option.

Shen Chengzong became happier and happier as he thought about it, and his steps quickened.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a long line of people. These diners were all staring with wide eyes and drooling, eagerly anticipating the meal.

The aroma of fried chicken was incredibly clear at that moment.

The scalding aroma of oil mingles with the mellow sweetness of caramel, a boisterous and exuberant fragrance that has volume and weight, rich, scalding, and golden, hitting the tip of your nose directly.

Shen Chengzong couldn't resist any longer and walked straight to the front, ready to pay extra to buy it.

Queuing? How long would that take? He wouldn't do that.

He's rich now, and he won't waste time on things that can be solved with money.

That small portion of fried chicken looks like it costs only seven or eight yuan, and at most it'll sell for ten coins.

He can just pay twenty coins at worst!

He strode to the front, about to speak, when suddenly he froze.

"Shen Qing???"

It's Shen Qing!!!

The woman selling fried chicken, Shen Niangzi, is actually Shen Qing, and her chicken is selling so well?

Could it be that Old Man Shen really left Shen Qing some secret recipe?

Greed instantly surged onto Shen Chengzong's face, and he subconsciously wanted to question him directly.

But after calming down and thinking about it, I realized there were so many diners around, it wouldn't be good if things got out of hand.

Moreover, he had already inherited the restaurant and property of the Shen family, so if he directly questioned them, it would seem that he was being aggressive.

Concealing his thoughts, Shen Chengzong quietly took a step back.

Thinking he would go back and discuss it with Zhao, he had only taken two steps when the fragrance at the tip of his nose made him stop.

It smells so good, I'd better try some first.

As for scrambling for the formula, it's only a matter of time; there's no need to rush.

Shen Chengzong spotted a customer who had just bought fried chicken, hurriedly approached him, and said directly, "Sell me this fried chicken, is twenty coins enough?"