I am one of those Cantonese girls who are vain enough to believe the mum telling her black chicken is so good for women, no questions will be asked when being told to eat something that just beautifies in general.

Age 6 was my first encounter with a black chicken, this amazing looking bird was snow white with contrast black face and black feet, she was screaming like no tomorrow to me… I just learn to talk (I was a very rubbish learner then), not to mention screaming back to her! Nevertheless there wasn’t “tomorrow” for that chick for sure!

When I fancy a hearty soup in the minor degrees in Beijing, I go to Bei (The Opposite House) for some some love.


Black chicken with enoki mushrooms, ginger and garlic.