I, Zhang Qing, have never been weaker than others my whole life!
All these years, travelling far and wide, what exotic delicacies have I not tasted?
Little rice noodle rolls are just street snacks, not comparable to the gourt als I usually eat!
Delicate and smooth French foie gras with a rich flavor, caviar with a hint of milky taste amidst its freshness, dium-rare Wellington beef steak that is tender and juicy...
These are what you’d call fine foods, as for re rice noodle rolls...
Hiss... so fragrant.
While brainstorming, Zhang Qing instinctively accepted the rice noodle rolls, imdiately sensing an unusually fresh aroma hitting her nose.
It was mingled with the strong seafood scent of squid.
Such a strong scent not only doesn’t repel people but creates a mouthwatering sensation that makes you want to grab the rice noodle rolls and eat them.
Zhang Qing glanced at Wang Fan in surprise.
Unexpectedly, this slightly handso guy in front of her could make sothing so aromatic.
Could it be that he added too much flavoring?
Suspiciously casting a glance at the food cart, without finding any suspicious bottles or jars, Zhang Qing turned her attention back to the rice noodle rolls.
Steam wafted and lingered, adding another buff layer to the already appealing appearance of the rice noodle rolls.
I really... really want to take a bite...
Zhang Qing felt a bit incredulous.
Honestly, even after eating so much top-notch French cuisine, no dish has ever given her such a strong urge to eat.
Despite the uniqueness in appearance and exquisite plating of those foods, none have ever invoked such a strong feeling in her.
Brother Gang snuck a glance at Zhang Qing and chuckled to himself.
This turtle returnee usually acts high and mighty, today was a special treat to show her so real spectacle.
Although street snacks don’t seem as high-end as French cuisine, they have extensive secrets within.
Just starting with the basics, they lack elaborate tableware, comfortable dining environnts, exquisite plating decoration—how have they survived for so many years?
They rely on capturing taste buds with their unique flavors!
This one doesn’t eat, that one doesn’t eat, and she even resents our fitness als. Today, she must be taught a lesson.
Zhang Qing had already eaten a piece of rice noodle roll.
Wang Fan’s rice noodle rolls were cut precisely, just enough to fill an ordinary person’s mouth.
The feeling of food filling the mouth is a different kind of enjoynt.
Fresh.
This was Zhang Qing’s first impression.
When biting down, the molars just hit a squid chunk, with a slight squeeze, an exceptionally fresh squid juice squeezed out from the at block.
Juice falling on the tip of the tongue, how could one single "fresh" word suffice to describe it?
Also, the aroma of the rice not only suppresses the fishy sll of the squid chunk but enhances the overall freshness of the squid.
I want, I want more!
Without even swallowing the first piece of rice noodle roll, Zhang Qing impatiently stuffed the second piece into her mouth.
To hell with "being elegant and captivating," today I’m going to indulge!
Watching Zhang Qing perform her Storm Inhale beside him, Brother Gang laughed sinisterly.
You looked down on our Chinese cuisine! Got educated, right?!
This eager look doesn’t have a shred of her usual goddess aura.
Eat, eat, eat to your heart’s content. Without eating your fill, how would you have the strength to work out?
While Zhang Qing was eating, the other students also began to dig in.
They, accustod to Northern food, were imdiately captivated by the contrast in texture from this Southern dish upon the first taste.
"No wonder Brother Gang insisted on bringing us here, this taste is honestly the first ti I’ve encountered it."
"Now I understand why the boss refuses to let Brother Gang off early; this enticing flavor guarantees sales."
"I just want to ask the boss if he offers unlimited portions? Given my current appetite, I’d say a minimum of 5 servings."
"Seconded, but at least 7 servings for ."
"I agree, I’d definitely need at least 10 servings."
"Make that 15."
"I’m going for 20."
...
Zhang Yang always felt he was too fat.
He used to be quite overweight, with a height of 170 cm and weighing 115 kg, leading to frequent teasing from friends.
But now at rely 42 kg, he’s practically skin and bones, hardly matching the description of "fat."
If "fat" could be applied, it’d have to refer to the clothes instead.
His only thod of losing weight was eating less or even not eating.
At so point, he even developed a repulsion towards food.
Forget eating; even rely slling food made him nauseous.
The doctor said it was a psychological disorder, and if he continued like this, his health would significantly decline.
But he just didn’t want to eat.
Zhang Mom looked at her son with a face full of worry, eyes filled with distress and guilt.
"Son, do you really not want anything to eat? How about mom goes ho and makes your favorite pork and sauerkraut dumplings?"
Originally walking quietly forward, Zhang Yang felt dizzy at the ntion of pork, his stomach instantly filling with an unpleasant gas, forcing him to cover his mouth.
Zhang Mom quickly stepped forward to console him and pat his back, no longer daring to bring up food.
Finally, regulating his breathing, Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, "Mom, please don’t ntion those words, they genuinely make feel sick."
Zhang Mom sighed worriedly, "But if you keep this up, your body will really deteriorate."
Zhang Yang sighed, knowing this all too well, yet unable to control himself.
"Mom, I don’t want to be like this, but my mouth and stomach just don’t obey right now."
Seeing her son’s low spirits, Zhang Mom didn’t know what to say, until she spotted a group of people in the distance, her eyes lit up.
Pointing her finger at the crowd, she said, "Son, look, there’s a group of people over there, let’s go check it out."
Following his mother’s point, Zhang Yang indeed saw a group of people, and wanting to change his mood, he followed her towards them.
Approaching closer, Zhang Mom felt her heart skip a beat.
It turned out to be a food stall, with a crowd surrounding it enjoying their als!
Typically it wouldn’t matter seeing this, but with her son suffering from anorexia in tow, the sight could deliver quite a blow, possibly leaving him dry heaving.
Quickly turning, she grabbed Zhang Yang’s hand: "Let’s go son, I just rembered I haven’t hung out my clothes to dry yet, let’s head ho."
But pulling him didn’t work, looking up she found her son blankly staring at the food stall.
Oh dear, he’s seen it.
Internally sighing at the misfortune, Zhang Mom hurriedly reached for a plastic bag from her pocket to hand to Zhang Yang.
But Zhang Yang didn’t take it, instead he remained fixated on the crowd ravenously devouring their food.
He perhaps used to eat like this, didn’t he?
The aroma tickling his nose seems to be the fragrance of rice?
Maybe not just that, he also detects a seafood scent.
Usually these slls would have provoked his nausea, so why now does he feel drawn to investigate?
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