"Remember, back then you loved eating fried rice cakes the most." Shi Wangyue also took a piece of rice cake from the cup, "This one is thin, that one thicker."
"Yes, that one is three times as thick." Ning Youguang said, taking a bite of the fried rice cake in his hand. The rice cake was salty, fragrant, soft, and sticky, absolutely delicious, "This rice cake is so good!"
Ning Youguang had seen this barbecue place several times but never came to eat.
Today, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to try it.
Luckily, Mr. Shi didn't mind. Even though they had planned a date, she arranged for them to eat barbecue instead.
"Let's come again next time."
Even when he was the young master having a hard time at the Shi's house, he looked down on roadside fried food, yet he was often led astray by Miss Ning.
It could be said that every roadside snack and fried food Shi Wangyue ate in his life, Ning Youguang led him to try.
