Faced with Bella Acker's hopeful look for approval, Chelsea Quinn nodded with a smile, "Mm, it's really delicious."
"Isn't it? I told you it's really tasty." Bella Acker continued contentedly eating the fried squid skewer in her hand.
Watching her satisfied expression, Archer Quinn couldn't help but deepen his smile.
He wasn't particularly passionate about eating, having tasted many delicious dishes that were visually appealing and aromatic. The taste of this fried squid, rather than being delicious to him, was more special.
It was his first time tasting such a flavor, first time eating at a street stall, first time sitting on a park bench by the roadside to eat, and there was a woman next to him whom he wasn't very familiar with.
Reflecting on this, Archer Quinn felt a bit strange himself.
