"How does that duck head taste? Is it good?" Harrison asked Amy as she sat at the door nibbling at a duck head. The inviting smell made his mouth water.
It was not only Harrison—the other customers lining up outside were also attracted by the brown duck head. Their mouths started producing excessive amount of saliva at the delicious sight. Amy could barely hold the greasy duck head with her hands. She ate it like there was no tomorrow as she gave a blissful smile.
It was absolute torture to the guests.
They could hardly hold back their urge to rush over and take the duck head by force.
Amy raised her eyes and nodded. "Yes. It's so good! Do you want some?"
Harrison nodded, staring at the duck head expectantly. It had been bitten by Amy, but he didn't care.
"Then you can keep on wanting." Amy lowered her head and got back to her food.
Harrison: "…"
The other customers: "…"
