Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: A Rare Night (Part 3)
From the signs, it was clear that these stalls all sold similar food, but Chongchong chose the one with the most people.
"Look!" Chongchong raised her hand to point on both sides, "They all sell the same food, but there are so many people here queuing up, and you can tell they are locals. That means this place has to be the best."
Andre nodded lightly, carefully looking at the line in front of him. Sure enough, the people in line appeared laid-back, and from their attire, it seemed most were locals.
"I didn’t even notice."
"It’s normal. Do you have time to queue up for a little snack?" Chongchong laughed as she fished out her wallet, then pointed at several small snacks on the stall, "This, this... and this, get one of each."
Soon, several steaming hot local snacks were handed to the two. Andre immediately, in a gentlemanly manner, took them all and held them himself.
Chongchong could only laugh helplessly, "These are all for you, how can you eat them if you take them all?"
"They are too hot, your hands can’t handle them," Andre replied immediately.
Chongchong felt a warmth in her heart, pulling him over to a quieter spot by the side. She took a plastic fork, pierced a meatball from the tray he held, carefully blew it cool, and brought it to his lips.
"It might be a bit hot, take it slow!"
Andre looked at the meatball she brought to his lips, but he couldn’t help becoming a little dazed.
Since he was young, she was the angel, the goddess in his eyes, an existence out of reach. And now... was she really feeding him?
"You don’t like it?"
Seeing him hesitate, Chongchong asked, puzzled.
"No... of course not!" Andre quickly bit the meatball off her fork. The outside had cooled down, but the inside was still hot, and as soon as it hit his mouth, the heat burst forth. He opened his mouth, huffing to draw in cool air.
Seeing him like this, Chongchong could only smile helplessly and hurriedly pulled a napkin over into her hand.
"Who told you to eat so fast? Spit it out quickly!"
Something she fed him, how could he bear to spit it out?
Andre just shook his head stubbornly, carefully sucking in cool air for quite a while before finally swallowing the meatball, his tongue stinging with a sandy pain, yet his heart full of blissful satisfaction.
"Delicious!"
Chongchong chuckled softly, "You... didn’t get burnt, did you?"
He shook his head immediately, mustering up his courage to ask, "Can I have another one?"
Chongchong forked another meatball, blowing on it carefully for a long time before bringing it to his mouth, "This time, go slow, take small bites."
Andre leaned in and carefully took a small bite, very light and small, not really afraid of the heat, but just wanting to savor the moment.
To someone picky with food, having been pampered since childhood, such snacks were at most a novelty rather than something exceptionally delicious, but to Andre, this ordinary night market meatball was the most delicious he had ever had.
Not for any other reason, simply because she bought it for him, touched by her fingers, it already had her mark.
The meatball Chongchong fed him, naturally, was the world’s best delicacy.
In the night market, amidst the bustling crowd, noisy voices, with not even a chair to sit on, and traceable ingredients... all of it became negligible.