This time, Qin Wanglan had finally obtained permission from the Sovereign of the Country of the Favored to freely enter and leave the North District Military Camp and investigate the origin of the "blood water."
To his surprise, what he saw after arriving was that kind of scene...
He was suppressing a surge of rage, feeling as if he were about to explode, yet he still wore a genial smile as he returned to his office at the King's City Legion Command Center.
Xia Chujian's fried dough sticks had just finished their first batch.
When she lifted a foot-long, plump, golden fried dough stick—crisp outside and fluffy within—from the wok, the scent of wheat mingled with hot oil instantly spread throughout the entire West District, even drifting toward the North District, Central District, and East District.
Even Xia Chujian found it utterly exaggerated.
What was going on?
How could the aroma of these fried dough sticks be this outrageously strong?!
Unable to resist, Xia Chujian picked up the first fried dough stick she had made with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and took a bite.
The crisp, fluffy, fragrant, moist flavor exploded in her mouth, as though every taste bud had been awakened and every cell in her body was yearning to be nourished.
It was not as if Xia Chujian had never eaten fried dough sticks before.
In her heart, the fried dough sticks made by her Aunt Xia Yuanfang were an incomparable delicacy.
But this time, after taking a bite of the fried dough stick she had made herself, she discovered that its flavor far surpassed the ones her aunt had fried.
A bite of this oily, technically unhealthy fried dough stick brought such satisfaction and fullness that even one's soul and spirit seemed to be