Watching the betel nut girl next door greet him, Ye Ling simply waved his hand, indicating he wasn't fond of the taste of betel nuts, so there was no question of authenticity for him.
However, Ye Ling still wandered through a few stalls and arrived at the most famous night market street in Baowan. If he didn't try some of the famous snacks, wouldn't he be doing himself a disservice?
Oyster pancake, coffin bread, big sausages, ginger duck...
After sampling these quintessential Baowan snacks, Ye Ling couldn't help nodding in approval. He concluded that those inland vendors who sold snacks under the guise of 'Baowan specialty' were all damn frauds.
The flavors were completely different. Fortunately, Ye Ling had come to Baowan, otherwise those imposters would have tainted the reputation of Baowan snacks in his heart.
Ye Ling was still holding a few snacks in his hand, eating as he strolled slowly down the street, taking in the local scenery and sentiment.
