"One tea egg, one sticky rice bun with fried dough."

She Miao stood beside a roadside stall, rubbing his slightly sore nose.

In theory, it was just his illusion. His nose was perfectly fine and not broken. It's just that the training room felt so realistic that even now, he still felt like his nose was broken when he touched it.

This stall only appeared near his residence a few days ago. After trying it for the first time, it firmly caught his taste buds. Now, he would almost stop by every day for a sticky rice bun with fried dough, and he had become acquainted with the stall owner.