The man opened the takeout bag, which contained three bags of spicy strips: individual spicy strips, chunks of spicy strips, and thin, shredded spicy strips.
The man's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "I like all three of them."
He picked up the first bag of spicy strips, tore it open, took out a strip and put it in his mouth to chew. The fragrant, numbing and spicy taste of the strips instantly awakened his taste buds, and he showed an expression of enjoyment.
"These spicy snacks are so delicious, they taste just like they did 10 years ago."
Chu Yu was somewhat surprised: "The last time you ate spicy strips was 10 years ago?"
The man nodded: "Yes, 10 years ago I went to the human world to look for people. When I passed through a village, I saw the children there eating red things. They were eating them with great relish. I had never seen such things before, so I went up and asked what they were. The children told me that they were called spicy strips."
They shared some with me, and I still remember the taste vividly—numbing, spicy, and fragrant. It was so addictive! Later, I went to the convenience store and bought all the spicy strips there, sharing them with the other kids.
Everyone enjoyed the meal, and I was happy too. Eating spicy snacks and chatting and laughing with the kids, I felt incredibly carefree and joyful. I hadn't been that happy in a very long time; that feeling is still unforgettable.
He looked nostalgic.
Chu Yu sighed, saying that he liked the taste of spicy strips, but he also missed the innocent joy of 10 years ago.
Watching him stuff spicy strips into his mouth, she couldn't help but remind him, "You're seriously injured right now. These spicy strips are unhealthy food. You can't eat too many."
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