"Boss, I'll have a serving of pomelo fish cake!"
Standing in front of the nearest food stall, Qin Lang, finally at the front of the line, couldn't wait to place his order.
"Alright! Just a moment, young man!" The stall owner was a simple and honest middle-aged man, who gave Qin Lang a smile and continued with his cooking.
In no time at all, a hot and freshly baked pomelo fish cake was wrapped in wax paper and handed to Qin Lang.
It was about a centimeter thick and about the size of half a palm; a round pastry with a golden surface carrying hints of dark brown, its appealing oily sheen sparkled under the evening glow.
A strong, tempting aroma wafted up to him.
The fragrance carried the freshness of the pomelo and the richness of the pancake; besides this, there was also a clear scent of fish.
"Both of you, don't rush," advised Qin Lang, tearing off two hefty pieces to hand to the impatient Dan Bao and Spicy. He then picked up what was left and took a bite.
