Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 460 - 458: We Need to Switch to an Encrypted Language

Qin Lu picked up a skewer of candied cherry tomatoes.

Earlier, Boss Wang had told her to skewer them vertically, but when she received them, she found that Boss Wang had skewered them horizontally himself. The horizontal skewer almost doubled the amount compared to the vertical one, and holding it in her hand had a noticeably heavy feel.

The cherry tomatoes were uniformly sized, plump, and round, coated with a thin layer of sugar, as if wrapped in a shimmering crystal.

This made their color as dazzling as rubies, exuding an enticing sheen.

Bringing it close to her mouth, she gently took a bite. With a gentle "crunch," the thin sugar coating shattered in her mouth, along with the cherry tomato inside.

The cherry tomatoes were very fresh; as soon as she bit into them, the sweet and sour juice burst out, making Qin Lu unable to resist chewing quickly.

"Crunch," "Crunch."

The crisp sound of the sugar coating continuously emanated in her mouth, while the juice and pulp of the cherry tomatoes quickly mixed with the sugar, the crunchy sugar coating and the soft, tender fruit forming a stark contrast, blending together to evolve into an even more perfect taste.

Perhaps it was because of the lemon added to the sugar coating; although the sugar was very sweet, Qin Lu felt that eating this was a bit more sour than simply eating the cherry tomatoes.

But this is exactly the flavor she was after.

Qin Lu’s eyes shone brightly; this was the taste that haunted her dreams!

The rich fruit aroma filled her mouth, and each chew triggered an abundance of saliva, just like how it felt during her childhood.

This flavor is absolutely thrilling!

"These candied cherry tomatoes are so delicious, bursting with sweet and sour juice—this is the taste of my childhood. Thank you, Boss Wang!"

"Cherry tomatoes are great, but my strawberry skewers are definitely better. Although they don’t burst with juice, the soft strawberry with the crunchy sugar coating is a perfect match, just like a dream candy skewer!"

"Hawthorn is the GOAT! The sourness nearly makes my stomach juices jump to my mouth. I thought I couldn’t handle it, but the hint of sweetness in the sugar coating is like the final straw that breaks the camel’s back—invincible!"

"Look at how greedy that foreigner is, hahaha, his eyes are almost popping out."

"Isn’t it? His mouth is almost watering, hahaha..."

Edward was indeed a bit envious.

Normally, he didn’t particularly like fruits, but he loved candy.

The small red treats held by the Chinese people before him, covered in a shiny sugar coating over fresh fruit, looked almost excessively cute.

These must be delicious; he really wanted to try one!

Looking at the large skewer in their hands and then at his reserved skewer, he couldn’t help but lick his lips.

It was the students’ words that made him a bit displeased.

"Here, I’m not a foreigner; you are the foreigners, and my eyes are naturally large, not because they are about to pop out."

Silence.

After Edward finished speaking, the students and Wang Fan all looked at him in surprise.

It was because he surprisingly spoke in a twisted yet understandable Chinese!

Although his tone was off, the meaning was clear and precise.

"Whoa, the encrypted conversation got decoded?"

Gu Zhengchao was startled at that moment—it was him who had mentioned the foreigner.

Edward continued his dissatisfied speech, "I’ve been listening this whole time, same price, yours are so big, why is mine so small? This is unfair! I want the big one too!"

Being able to speak Chinese made things easier for Wang Fan, although his tongue seemed a bit thick, making it hard to articulate clearly.

"These are meant for us Huaxia people; we prefer rustic and large portions, and besides, they’ve helped me a lot. Doesn’t Paris here prefer refined and beautiful food? The smaller one is still more delicate and pretty."

As he spoke, he handed over the small candied hawthorn skewer that had been drying for a while.

Edward was still somewhat miffed, but when the tiny, exquisite skewer was presented before him, his eyes could only see the small, red treat.

Carefully taking the small hawthorn skewer, he felt it looked both radiant and delicate in the sunlight. Looking up at the flat, unremarkable arrangements in the students’ hands, he felt his own was more attractive and definitely tasted better!

Satisfied, Edward nodded with contentment and suddenly became very pleased with the small skewer in his hand.

Gu Zhengchao breathed a sigh of relief and quietly said to Qin Lu, "Why does it feel like our encrypted language is getting less effective?"

Qin Lu nodded, "Last time I went out with Shu Qi, she commented on how a foreign guy was handsome, and that foreigner turned around and said ’thank you,’ and she almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into."

"We’ll have to change our encryption methods next time; speaking in dialect might be good."

Qin Lu looked at him with disdain, "Crazy snake spirit, even your home dialect is encryption to me!"

After saying this, she ignored him and happily continued eating her candied hawthorn, occasionally glancing at the pot of noodles.

If the candied hawthorn is so good, wouldn’t the spicy strips evoke memories of elementary school flavors?

Edward, being tall and robust, holding the tiny skewer in his hairy large hand made it look like a little vial.

The red hawthorn, wrapped in a thin layer of sugar, was so adorable that he hesitated to bite into it.

But the "crunch," "crunch" sounds the surrounding Huaxia people made while eating were too enticing, so he couldn’t help but open his big mouth.

"Crunch..."

The thin sugar coating didn’t treat him differently just because he was foreign; the crisp sound of breaking echoed in his mouth.

Unlike the sweet and sour tomatoes, hawthorns were noticeably more sour.

The thin sugar coating was bitten through, and the hawthorn flesh was also bitten into.

The soft hawthorn pulp was very sour, continually stimulating Edward’s taste buds to produce saliva.

In some places, hawthorn skewers will have the seeds removed, and more meticulous ones may even have red bean paste filling; Wang Fan didn’t have time for anything so elaborate—it was the purest hawthorn skewer.

Yet this sour flavor was quite right for the French palate.

Don’t be fooled by the layer of sugar over fresh fruit; its effect is no different than fries finding their ketchup.

"Oh là là! This is amazing, I’ve never tasted such delicious fruit! How is this done?"

The French are romantic, and many of them have money; when they saw the red and delicate skewers, some already had love sparks in their eyes.

Many were already entertaining bold ideas in their hearts.

If they took this pretty little thing to confess their feelings, would they be able to have a candlelit dinner with a beautiful girl tonight?

Whether it was romantic or not was unknown, but it was certainly extravagant.