"So delicious!"
"It's subtle, with a hint of saltiness, and tastes like a blend of meat broth and seafood soup, like the consommé you'd get at a fancy restaurant."
"I never thought boiled meatballs could be this tasty. Why didn't I think of boiling them before?"
Watching the two people hurry away, Blake's lips curled into a smug smile.
Fortunately, he had a clear understanding of his own appetite, buying thirty meatballs at once, unlike those two fools; ten wouldn't even fill the gap between their teeth.
These novel handmade meatballs are noticeably larger than the usual tomato meatballs outside, almost the size of half an orange, perfect for stuffing one into your mouth in one go.
The sensation of chewing big bites while savoring the juice bursting out is so delightful, it made him almost unable to stop.
He could swear he had never tasted meatballs with such a bouncy texture in his life; it completely shattered his preconceived notions about meatballs.
