The food street is mostly lined with restaurants and snack shops. A variety of local snacks are available. In addition to local specialties like cold noodles, meat buns, and a type of noodle called hele, there are also some homemade foods created by villagers. Such as: thumb-sized deep-fried dough sticks to be eaten with sauce; potato balls and chips made of small potatoes, and five-grain pancakes.
Li Jing had a little of everything in her hand.
She munched as she walked, mumbling, "Idiot, fool, shameless. What's so tasty about this? It's not even as good as what I make at home. So what if I eat one? How dare you yell at me? What's the big deal?"
"If you want to eat, buy it yourself! Why are you grabbing mine?"
The voice was right next to her ear, close at hand.
Li Jing instinctively turned her head and saw Zhang Shuai's big face right behind her.
And... very close.
She had turned too quickly earlier, and it seemed her nose brushed his face...
"..."
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