After this period of adjustment, Song Tan's soul and body had now fused perfectly. Eating ordinary food still didn't taste great, but at least it didn't disgust her like it did when she first returned.
At this moment, she was standing by the charcoal grill sausage stall, inhaling the enticing aroma. Her eyes landed on the sausages that were continuously rotating, splitting open under the heat of the grill, and she couldn't help but carefully pick her selection:
"I want them grilled with a bit of a char."
The stall owner, an Aunt wearing a maroon down jacket, saw this goddess-like girl dressed so simply, standing in the snow, and quickly gestured towards the store: "It's cold outside, you can sit and wait inside… This will still take a little longer to grill."
Song Tan smiled: "It's alright, Aunt. I'm not afraid of the cold."
