I just wonder if those rural markets will completely disappear by then, with no place left to explore.
Shen Jiayue was walking around, when she suddenly saw a small stall selling fried snacks next to her. The snacks were round pastries, golden in color and intensely fragrant.
"What is this, Lin Xu? It looks delicious."
Lin Xu said:
"This is Fried Date Cake, made by boiling red dates until soft, then wrapping them in ground yellow millet dough and deep frying it. It ends up crispy outside and glutinous inside. When I was a kid..."
"I'll have two!"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jiayue quickly took out her phone and scanned the payment QR code.
Well, since it's something Lin Xu likes, there's no question—I have to taste it.
Lin Xu smiled helplessly:
"Are you not worried it might be something I disliked as a child?"
"Even if you hated it, I want to try it and see what could make you hate it."
Soon, the stall owner packed two fried date cakes separately in paper bags.
