For contemporary young people, whether it's barbecue or fried chicken with beer and milk tea, it all brings a sense of physical and mental pleasure, but Yao Qing ate very little of it.
It wasn't because she was being picky, but because the money she earned working abroad was barely enough to cover her tuition fees and day-to-day expenses for utilities; how could she afford a several hundred yuan barbecue meal, unless she only had one or two skewers, which would be both embarrassing and unsatisfying. She didn't want that.
After she came back, though she could afford it, she either had no time or simply did not crave it anymore.
It was like those things you yearn for in childhood, but once grown up and capable of obtaining them, they seem to have lost their flavor, and it's better not to touch them at all.
Getting out of the car, she realized that this was a street full of food stalls, and this barbecue stall had just been set up and didn't have many customers yet.
