A sharp ching echoed through the clearing.
The fryers let out a small puff of steam, and then—
CLICK!
—each metal basket lifted automatically, rising from the bubbling oil in perfect unison.
The sound of sizzling stopped, replaced by the faint drip of golden oil as the freshly cooked chicken emerged into the light.
And then—every single elf gasped.
The chicken shimmered before them—glorious, golden, and glistening under the sunlight like treasure pulled from molten gold.
It was perfect.
Crispy, textured skin. A deep golden-brown shine that looked almost metallic. Steam rising like it was steaming hold.
Seeing this glorious sight, their eyes trembled, mouths falling open.
"What is that?" One whispered.
"It's so golden…" Another said in awe.
"Why does it look so shiny?"
"It's beautiful. I've never seen food that looks like...like that."
"I can't even explain it. I-I just...want to bite it."
