Yanarym was sauntering along the sidewalk on the busy street of the capital. Her hood was down, and her frisky curly wig was monopolizing her little face.
The dark brown cloak was enveloping her stature, but her arms were showing because both of her hands were holding a stick of treats.
On her left hand was a twirl of fried potato coated with cheese powder. On the right hand was a chocolate caramel apple.
The savory taste of sweetness and saltiness blended on her buds was nothing but magical.
The chocolate encased the gooey luscious caramel and combined it with a crisp apple to create the flavor of perfection.
The crunchy texture of the russet potato…
Was it because this was a magical world, the taste was more enhanced? It just blasted in her mouth.
She finished her spiral-fried potato first.
She liked the salty flavor, but sweets were her favorite. And favorites should be savored last…
