Nian Shutong twirled a finger above the freshly fried French fries, and an invisible breeze passed over them, cooling them down.
"Come and eat!"
Nian Shutong picked up a fry and popped it into her mouth first.
"Hmm... not bad."
Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, deep-fried food always had a special aroma, and with just a touch of salt, the flavor was spot on.
At this moment, Fu Yunhe secretly swallowed his saliva and walked over to the fries, picking up one and sending it into his mouth.
What did it taste like?
He didn't know.
All he felt was the sensation of a weight being lifted from his heart; having this food for the second time, he finally felt reassured.
If he hadn't been able to have it again, he would've doubted whether the first time was just a fluke.
Fu Yunhe's mind was awash with tumultuous thoughts one after the other, but his hand movements were anything but slow.
