Shen Qianshu pulled Ye Ling to a snack stall and ordered a serving of sour powder. She planned to let Ye Ling try out all the food from the snack stalls. Ye Ling was extremely picky over food. When he saw the ugly look of the sour powder, which disgusted his appetite, and the cheap boxes, there was a tinge of dislike from his brows to the corners of his mouth.
Shen Qianshu picked with her chopsticks and wanted to feed him. Ye Ling's eyes lit up. Although he did not like food that looked so ugly, if Shen Qianshu was feeding him, the taste of it would rapidly be much better.
"Is it nice?"
It's sourish and a little salty. Actually, the taste is not that bad.
Ye Ling nodded.
While he felt disgusted, he ate half of a big bowl.
Shen Qianshu said, "Let's not eat so much. There are still many varieties."