บท 119: One Hundred Eighteen, Poison No. 1

"What's this? Why have I never seen it before? Why is it so hard?" Mu Wan curiously examined the rice cake in the basket, unable to resist poking it with her finger.

"This is rice cake, a specialty of Ze Township. People in the South are particularly fond of it," Luo Shu explained. In her previous life, she lived in a digital age where any regional delicacy could be delivered promptly with just a click online, which was incredibly fast and convenient.

Unlike this era, where transportation is inconvenient, getting to enjoy Southern delicacies in the North is as difficult as reaching the heavens.

"Sister Luo knows?" Qin Che looked at Luo Shu in surprise. It was rare for people from the North to know about rice cake, let alone its origins.

"I've seen it before," Luo Shu nodded.

"So, is this rice cake tasty?" Mu Wan's eyes sparkled as she stared at the rice cake in the basket, revealing her food-loving nature once again.