Murika found it hard to believe.
Are these really military academy students from their school?
Is it really not a new type of trial created by the teachers to mislead them?
Susan stood at the front, her eyes darting around, and she relaxed slightly when she saw the face of one of the familiar faces.
She pursed her lips and whispered, "It should be them."
But wasn't this supposed to be a restaurant?
"The restaurant is still ahead."
A passing military academy student overheard this and kindly offered his reply.
He held an egg burger in his hand; the cross-section, after being bitten open, revealed soft, tender egg whites and glistening, pale pink juices.
As he spoke, a fragrant aroma emanated from his mouth.
He pointed in a direction, then turned and said:
"You're too late. If you go now, you'll only be able to catch lunch."
After saying that, he left.
The remaining group of people stared at each other in disbelief.
They looked at each other, and someone tentatively suggested, "Why don't we go take a look?"
"I think we should eat here first and then decide what to do?"
Someone swallowed hard and offered a suggestion; he could already smell the delicious aroma wafting through the air.
The aromas of various foods blended together harmoniously, not at all overpowering, but rather remarkably so, each flavor infused with the other.
The sizzling sound of oil filling the air continued, and people moved about, almost everyone holding a piece of food and eating it.
Convenient and quick, this was the first time he had ever seen food that could be eaten on the go.
Not only is it fragrant, but it's also incredibly fast.
He could see the pancake vendor making his third pancake!
Wow, that was fast!
The aroma grew stronger and stronger, and my stomach couldn't help but rumble.
After discussing it for a while, Susie and her friends decided to go to the restaurant, while the rest of the group decided to eat there first.
They parted ways, and Murika followed Susie in the direction the student had pointed out.
Along the way, passing all sorts of stalls, the rich aromas almost made her nose fall out.
How do these people cook their food?
It looked good, but the smell kept wafting into her nostrils, making her thoughts all jumbled up.
I kept taking the wrong steps.
I really want to take a bite...
She stared unfocusedly at a chicken leg stall not far away.
With her excellent eyesight, she spotted the chicken legs skewered on the grill and constantly being roasted over a low flame.
Rows of plump chicken drumsticks, glistening with a honey-colored sheen, are skewered on long iron skewers. A drop of oil slowly seeps from the skin, gently gliding across the firm, juicy meat.
"Tick-tock"
It landed on the grill below.
Murika couldn't move her legs, and she couldn't stop drooling; a drop of oil had fallen onto the grill.
Instead, it touched her heart.
The slow, agonizing heat seared her heart, and a sudden surge of desire overwhelmed her. She stopped and strode toward the barbecue stand.
"Boss, give me a roasted chicken leg!"
The stall owner, startled by the loud voice, immediately changed his expression from surprise to delight upon hearing that someone had come to buy roasted chicken legs.
"Alright, freshly baked honey-glazed chicken leg, one eight-star coin."
So cheap!
Murika was moved to tears, and when she put the chicken leg in her mouth, that emotion instantly soared to unprecedented heights.
Tears streamed down her face, leaving the stall owner utterly shocked.
Are you... alright?
"It's nothing, it's nothing..."
She shook her head frantically and ate like a hamster hoarding food.
"It's so delicious, waaaaaah..."
I've never had such delicious roasted chicken legs before!
No, to be precise, I've never eaten such delicious food before!
From now on, she declares that her favorite food is honey-glazed roasted chicken legs!
The chicken skin has a subtle honey sheen, and the tender chicken thigh meat slides into your mouth, carrying a hint of honey sweetness. Despite the overall savory and savory flavor...
The leg meat is thick and plump, with a sweet honey flavor; the salty and savory aromas blend perfectly with the honey sweetness, creating a unique taste.
It was practically a chaotic free-for-all on the tip of the tongue.
In this chaotic battle, the honey-glazed roasted chicken leg was the first to be hit!
It's so delicious I can't resist!
When Susie and the others turned around and found that Murika was missing, they went back the way they came and saw Murika standing in front of the roasted chicken leg stall, eating with great relish.
“Mrika—”
"No matter how I call you, you won't respond."
The speaker was Murika's roommate. The two were very close and inseparable. When she saw that Murika was missing, she was the first to panic.
Why are you still eating?
My roommate is really exasperated with me; I never thought she was this unreliable before!
They always fail at crucial moments!
As she spoke, she grew angry, while the sizzling sound of grease falling onto the grill from the chicken leg stand next to her continued to rise.
As she spoke, her gaze kept wandering, landing on the grill to the side.
The plump, large roasted chicken leg rested on the fire, its color a light honey-red, gradually deepening towards the edges with a hint of char. Fat seeped from the skin and slowly dripped off.
"Tick-tock"
It landed on the grill below.
Glug,
It looks really delicious.
"boss……"
The stall owner looked over in confusion, and then heard the dry voice of the military academy student in front of him.
"Give me one too."
The remaining two, Susie and her companion, watched speechlessly as the two people opposite them devoured roasted chicken legs at the stall.
Is this what the ancient books mean by "throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone forever"?
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