The aroma of snacks and breakfast wafting through the street made Kang Seulgi's eyes light up instantly. Despite her ordeals last night, Chinese cuisine has always been something she's long coveted.
"This looks so delicious!"
Kang Seulgi pointed to a skewer on the stall, looking eager.
The vendor, a middle-aged man, not young in age, smiled warmly when he saw a pretty girl showing such interest in his skewers.
"Miss, do you want this? Five yuan for a skewer."
Kang Seulgi, suddenly spoken to, was a bit flustered. She pointed to herself, quickly waved her hands, and then after a moment of "I" couldn't get a word out.
"Do you want this then?"
The vendor misunderstood, thinking Kang Seulgi wanted it. He pointed to the skewer and asked again.
"Huh?"
"Uh..."
This time, the vendor realized the pretty girl seemed to be a foreigner. He paused for a moment and tried to communicate with Kang Seulgi in English.
