No one was more shocked than Old Zack. With a look of utter disbelief, he stared at the pile of crispy chicken skins in the giant strainer, then reached out and stuffed a piece into his mouth.
"CRUNCH"
The crisp sound was just like a potato chip, shattering the moment he bit down and echoing in everyone's ears.
After it shattered, a burst of hot fat seeped out from the skin. The rich, savory aroma of the oil acted as a natural seasoning. Far from being greasy, it was incredibly addictive, creating an urge to just keep eating.
He didn't say a word, simply reaching for a second piece in silence.
Seeing this, the landlord, Magnus, knew exactly what was happening and immediately followed suit, extending his own guilty hand.
Lin Chen was a newcomer and unfamiliar with the situation here. But the people in front of him had been neighbors for who knows how many years; they knew each other inside and out.
The second Magnus reached out, everyone else immediately followed his lead.
