The Third Story

"Hello!" A thin young man stood at the entrance of the bookstore and knocked on the door. "Your takeout is ready!"

Ling Pingan immediately stood up and took over the takeout box from the man.

The fragrance of squid assailed his nostrils.

He opened the takeout box and saw squid tentacles that were as thick as a finger. They were roasted until they were golden and crisp. The surface was sprinkled with fragrant chili powder, and the oil almost covered every part of the squid.

He immediately took a bite. "Delicious! Delicious!"

"Your praise is my honor!" The young man at the door was very satisfied. He bowed slightly. "You are welcome to order takeout from the store next time!"

"Of course, I will!" Ling Pingan said happily.

To him, there were very few things in this world that he could invest his time in, other than games and writing novels.

Delicacies were probably one of them.