Yan Qing was very enthusiastic about eating, drinking, and playing, but there was one food item he particularly avoided—the candied haw.
He always felt that the candied haw was just not sweet at all, torturously sour to the point of dissolving one's teeth, with a layer of sugar syrup on the outside that didn't help whatsoever.
Looking at Ling Hua, he still said, "Shall we look for it?"
Ling Hua nodded.
The two of them followed the flow of people down two more streets, and finally found a candied haw vendor in a back alley, but they were a step too late. Ling Hua watched helplessly as the last skewer was bought by a teenager who handed over some copper coins.
She looked pitifully and said to Yan Qing, "There's none left."