Li Qingxuan's face lit up with joy, thinking that Teacher Yang really knew how to have fun. But the next second, his Teacher Yang was just as stunned as he was, rooted to the spot.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The old man hastily took out a shiny red candied haw from the pocket on the back of his bicycle, covered in chili powder.
The old man handed over the candied haw to Yang Xiao with a big grin, showing a smile, "Young man, I know your tastes are picky. This one's specially prepared for you. And I've got more if it's not enough."
"What else did you prepare?" Yang Xiao had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Spicy candied haw, salt and pepper candied haw, cumin candied haw, sour plum candied haw, and even spicy crawfish flavored ones." The old man's smile was full of confidence. "There are many others. Just tell me what flavor you want, young man, and I have it all."