Li Huowang, struggling with the pastries on his back, took deep breaths as he clumsily climbed up the dirt path of Henghua Mountain.
Now with only one hand, and having bought even more pastries, the climb was proving more arduous than the last time.
To prevent the pastries from getting damp with his sweat, Li Huowang deliberately carried them a bit further away from his body, which only added to the exhaustion.
Finally, at a turn in the path, Li Huowang could hold on no longer. He set the pastries down and leaned against a crooked tree, gasping for air.
Having rushed to the foot of the mountain, and then immediately up the hill, Li Huowang suddenly felt hungry.
After some thought, Li Huowang reached into the pastry box, pulled out a piece of mung bean pastry, and started to eat.
The flaky outside and soft inside soothed Li Huowang's hungry stomach. He had never eaten such pastries before, but upon tasting them, he found them unexpectedly delicious.
