The snack street was filled with delicious foods.
Just then, Grandma Lu's eyes fell on a small stall, shining with excitement as she exclaimed, "Isn't that my favorite?"
"What?" Fang Youling was very curious.
Pointing at a nearby handmade spicy strip stall, Grandma Lu said, "That one right there! I really love to eat those!"
Ever since she came to the Capital City, it had been several days since she ate spicy strips.
How wonderful!
That night, she could indulge in her pork cravings all over again.
So, that night, Fang Youling watched Grandma Lu devour three packets of spicy strips in one breath.
"Don't you find it too spicy?" Fang Youling swallowed hard.
Fang Youling preferred light flavors. She didn't eat a single strip, but just watching made her feel as if even the air tasted of chili.
It was pungent.
"Not spicy at all, not in the least!"
To Grandma Lu, everything else paled in comparison to spicy strips.