"What about this one?" Hei asked curiously, pointing at the deep-fried object in his bowl that was nearly as long as his forearm.
"Looks like a giant churro."
"They said it's a Great Xia fried dough stick. The cooking method has to be different, though. This one is obviously fluffier, softer, and smells much more like fresh dough."
Max tore the dough stick in half with his bare hands, boldly ripping off a chunk and tossing it into his mouth.
At first chew, there was no distinct flavor—just a prominent scent of oil. However, the freshly fried dough was wonderfully crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The sheer satisfaction of his teeth crunching through the crust made him want to keep chewing.
As he chewed, the dough stick's unique savory flavor surged up, perfectly intertwined with the aroma of wheat.
His eyes lit up. Surprised, he stared at the dough stick in his hand before raising it to take another massive bite.
