The fried sanbao there was delicious. There were also some tasty meatballs boiling in a large cauldron filled with grits.
Qin Guan was always patient when it came to food. He stood at the end of the line, breathing in the aroma of the food, which could be smelled even two streets over.
The line was long, but the snacks were served fast. When some people came to stand behind Qin Guan, he had already reached the front of the line.
"Two portions of sanbao, one portion of fried large intestines, and two oven-fresh flaky pastries..."
His standard Mandarin and deep, clear voice attracted the attention of the stand owner.
"One minute!"
Despite feeling uncertain, the kind man didn't stop cooking.
The fresh shrimp, mushrooms, barbecued pork and water chestnuts were mixed and cut into small pieces before some fresh fish was added to the filling.
