"I'll take three servings of takoyaki," Wen He said.
"Two servings, two servings are enough," Cheng Yudie corrected.
Then, turning to Wen He, she explained, "Let's share one serving. If we each get one, we'll get full easily and won't be able to eat anything else."
"That's true," Wen He nodded.
It was only then that he clearly saw how takoyaki was made.
He was glad he saw it with his own eyes; otherwise, Cheng Yudie's words might have made him subconsciously think otherwise.
"Open your mouth, ah~" Cheng Yudie said with a smile, holding up a takoyaki with a toothpick.
Seeing that she was going to feed him, Wen He's face flushed red.
"I… I can do it myself…" he said nervously, trying to take it.
"No way."
Cheng Yudie seemed to be teasing Wen He on purpose, not giving him a chance to take it.
"Open your mouth quickly."
Wen He looked at the bustling night market around them, his face red to the roots of his neck.
"Ah~" he opened his mouth slightly.
Cheng Yudie happily fed him the takoyaki.
"How is it? Delicious, right?" she smiled.
The dish was indeed surprisingly delicious for someone trying it for the first time.
After eating one, he imitated Cheng Yudie, picking up a takoyaki.
"I want to feed you one too. Say 'ah' quickly, ah~"
"Hmph, I'm not as easy to bully as you are. If you say 'ah,' then 'ah~'"
Cheng Yudie opened her mouth slightly, waiting for the takoyaki to be fed to her.
Just as Wen He was about to feed it to her, and Cheng Yudie was about to eat it, he suddenly made a sharp U-turn, perfectly delivering the takoyaki into his own mouth.
Cheng Yudie: "? ? ?"
"So delicious!" He looked at the dumbfounded Cheng Yudie, still chewing.
"You're so bad! Where did you learn that from!"
When Cheng Yudie reacted, her face flushed red, and she lightly hit Wen He.
"Why are you allowed to bully me, but I'm not allowed to bully you?"
Wen He looked proud, the corners of his mouth turning up uncontrollably.
He had finally successfully turned the tables.
"I won't lower myself to your level," Cheng Yudie snorted, seemingly unconvinced.
After that, they bought rou jia mo (meat sandwiches), grilled chicken legs, cold noodles, and large chicken cutlets along the way.
"I'm so full. Everything is so delicious. No wonder everyone likes to visit the night market," Wen He couldn't help but exclaim.
It turned out that life could be so colorful.
"I just remembered, there's one more delicious thing I forgot to buy. Wait here for me for a while. I'll go buy it," Cheng Yudie said.
"What is it? I'll go with you."
"No need, I'll be back soon. Don't worry," she said, running back into the night market without looking back.
Wen He watched her figure gradually disappear into the crowd, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.
While waiting for Cheng Yudie to return, he also observed the people around him.
Under his careful observation, Wen He noticed a man sitting under a large tree.
There was no one around him, not even any light. He just sat there alone with his head down, the desolate environment making him seem very lonely.
"I'm back!" Just then, Cheng Yudie happily trotted over.
"What delicious thing did you buy?"
"Close your eyes, hold your breath, and use your taste buds to feel it. It's a very delicious thing."
"Then why do I have to close my eyes and hold my breath? Are you trying to feed me something weird?"
Wen He was now quite vigilant.
He seriously suspected that Cheng Yudie was still upset about being bullied earlier, so she wanted to find some strange thing he didn't know about to get back at him.
"It's not something weird at all. It's a surprise! It's really delicious! I promise I won't lie to you!" Cheng Yudie said very sincerely.
"Really?" Wen He stared into her eyes.
"I guarantee it's true!" Cheng Yudie was not at all hesitant, her big, watery eyes meeting Wen He's gaze.
"Then I believe you."
Wen He followed Cheng Yudie's instructions, closing his eyes and holding his breath.
Soon, a crispy, juicy, delicious food was put into his mouth.
The more Wen He chewed, the more fragrant it became, and he was especially surprised by the rich soup.
"What is it? It's so delicious!?" Wen He opened his eyes impatiently, wanting to know the answer.
"Ta-da! It's this stinky tofu!" Cheng Yudie announced the answer.
However, when Wen He saw the dark tofu and heard the name, he felt a sense of foreboding.
Then, when the distinctive smell wafted into Wen He's nostrils, his eyes went dark, and he felt like the sky was falling.
"Let me tell you, stinky tofu is a famous snack. Its production process is quite special, which means that not many people know how to make it."
"To make this, you first need to take a ladle of fecal water from a septic tank and add twenty rotten eggs to it."
"After thoroughly stirring and mixing it evenly, add a spoonful of swill, and also… um… um…"
Before Cheng Yudie could finish speaking, Wen He covered her mouth, only allowing her to make "um um" sounds.
Sometimes, having too much imagination is also a mistake.
"Although I don't know how this thing is actually made, I know that what you just said is definitely fake. Please don't say it anymore."
No matter how clueless Wen He was, he knew that the things she said could never be made into food and put on the table for everyone to eat.
That was beyond what dark cuisine could describe; it was simply blatant murder!
Although stinky tofu does have a strange, stinky smell, Wen He ate it first and then smelled it.
This meant that the deliciousness of the dish made Wen He think that the stinky smell was also quite fragrant.
After eating a few more pieces, Wen He became even more convinced of this idea.
"Damn, I didn't manage to trick you," Cheng Yudie regretted.
"Don't exaggerate so much, or maybe I would have believed you. Who knew you would start by saying fecal water…"
Wen He felt that Cheng Yudie was sometimes silly.
Especially when she was unconvinced and wanted to get back at him, she would easily show her bad intentions on her face in a fit of pique.
When she went out alone to buy food, Wen He knew that this girl definitely had a belly full of bad ideas, just waiting to trick him.
"Are we going home now?" Cheng Yudie, whose plan had failed, seemed a little disappointed.
"Wait a minute, I feel like something's wrong with him."
As he spoke, Wen He refocused his gaze on the man.
"What's wrong with him?" Cheng Yudie also followed Wen He's gaze and saw the man.
"I don't know, I just have this feeling, but I don't know if it's right," Wen He was a little troubled.
"Whether it's right or not, we'll know if we go ask. If he's okay, then that's great. We'll just be a little embarrassed, but if there's really a problem, maybe we can help," Cheng Yudie could feel Wen He's burning heart.
"That's true. It's best if I'm just thinking too much. I'll go ask," Wen He was a little worried and walked towards the man.
