"You have no idea, it's the first time in my life I've eaten something and got addicted to it, it's absolutely ridiculous!"
The hospital room was quite boring anyway, and after chatting for a while, Qian Zhijie became familiar with a few others.
Besides, everyone else in the room, except for Qian Zhijie, was in the post-surgery recovery stage, struggling with occasional throbbing pain that was hard to bear.
Listening to Qian Zhijie bragging seemed to divert some attention, and crucially, it felt like time was passing much faster. The more they talked, the more engaged everyone became, joining in eagerly.
"Is it really that exaggerated? No matter how good it tastes, it's still just food, right? Can you really get addicted to it?"
"Exactly, I've seen people addicted to smoking, addicted to betel nuts, but never to a snack. You must be exaggerating, right?"
"Hey buddy, is that stall owner your relative? Are you promoting them to us?"
Hearing this, Qian Zhijie got anxious.
