After the crisp sound, the voices in Jason's mind came to a complete halt.
There were no screams.
No resistance whatsoever.
Just deliciousness.
The outer crust was as crispy as a deep-fried twisted dough stick, and then came the filling, bursting out like salty cream.
When it first entered the mouth, it was crisp, followed by stickiness.
It was at this moment, when the sticky salty cream wrapped around the crispy shell in reverse, that a different texture immediately became prominent.
It felt like a case where 1+1>2.
Not to mention at the very core, there was a hint of coolness.
It was like a tiny piece of ice.
But upon close tasting, it was more akin to ice cream.
The crispy shell had a fatty feel, and although the salty cream filling neutralized some of that fatness, a trace remained, mixing into the sticky texture and becoming even more pronounced.
But with the emergence of that hint of coolness, the jarring part vanished into thin air.
Everything became perfect!
