It was the first time Mr. Ma heard the ghost messenger act so pretentiously. It was not easy to complain, but he didn't know what to do for the moment. If he didn't want money, then would he want incense?
Ying Shao knew Mr. Lai better and figured out the situation quickly. When he entertained Mr. Lai, incense, paper money and other things were of little use. This man was a glutton in the underworld.
He immediately said, "Incense, paper money and the like are secondary. We are here for the master who likes to appreciate delicious food. Mr. Ma, didn't you bring the crooked-necked phoenix?"
"Oh, so that's what you mean." Mr. Ma thought this was quite strange, and quickly unfolded the tin foil covering half of the roast chicken and presented it to the chicken.
Although it is not as hot as when it comes out of the pot, it is still very tempting to see its browned color and oily sheen. Mr. Ma is also very confident in his family's craftsmanship. "Our Ma's roast chicken is smooth and juicy, even the chicken breast is very flavorful and not dry at all. When I didn't become a horse, I made a living by selling roast chicken. Please appreciate it..."
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