Yan Su looked at the smile on her brother's lips, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
"Who's getting married? Why is the wedding candy wrapped so strangely?"
"A friend."
Yan Yi picked up a pack of spicy strips, tore it open, and bit a piece into his mouth.
The taste was salty, fragrant, and slightly spicy. It chewed a bit like beef, soft yet chewy, with a hint of sweetness amidst the spiciness, and a rich oiliness that made it more and more aromatic as he chewed.
This was Yan Yi's first time eating spicy strips in his life.
In his view, food like spicy strips, with its heavy oils and flavors, was 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 nourishment for the body, but they could bring joy and satisfaction to the spirit. That was, in itself, a kind of value.
