The two walked into the store; there weren't many customers, and the young ladies weren't busy.
"Sister, I want five spicy fried duck feet and some fried duck wings."
Holly Sawyer said, feeling like she could already smell the aroma, saliva pooling in her mouth.
She hadn't had it in a long time and really missed it.
Leo Grant didn't quite understand a foodie's obsession with a particular delicacy, but he thought as long as Holly Sawyer was happy, nothing else mattered much.
After the young lady packed it up, Holly Sawyer couldn't wait to pick up a duck foot and started gnawing on it; it was full of color, fragrance, and taste, with a crispy texture that crunched satisfyingly.
"It's really delicious."
Holly Sawyer spoke with food in her mouth, making her words a bit unclear.
She truly found it tasty.
"If it's good, eat more of it."
Leo Grant gently ruffled Holly Sawyer's hair, his voice extraordinarily tender.
