Yan Su watched her younger brother's smile at the corner of his mouth, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
"Who's getting married, why are the wedding candies packed so strangely?"
"A friend."
Yan Yi picked up a pack of spicy strips, tore it open, and bit off a piece into his mouth.
The taste was savory, slightly spicy, and chewy, somewhat like beef; it was tender with some bite, and the spicy flavor carried a hint of sweetness and was rounded with an oily richness, becoming more aromatic the more he chewed.
This was Yan Yi's first time eating spicy strips.
In his eyes, such greasy and strongly flavored foods were neither healthy nor nutritious, but at that moment, he suddenly realized how narrow-minded and superficial his previous thoughts had been.
The spicy strips in his hand might not provide nutritional value for the body, yet they could bring pleasure and satisfaction to the spirit, which in itself is a manifestation of value.