Chapter 390: Theories on sweet potatoes.
It was after the engagement and Mei Mei and Jingzhe were walking through a food street instead of heading home. She was still dressed in her expensive gown but her shoes had been changed from heels to sneakers. Jingzhe’s red coat was draped over her shoulders and his right hand was holding her left one firmly.
The air was cool and over saturated with the smells of different foods from boiled to deep fried. Every stall was busy and most of the people had smiles on their faces as they tasted a bit of this and that.
Mei Mei wanted just one thing: Baked sweet potatoes.
Jingzhe had already bought them for her and he was still blowing on it slowly because he was afraid it was too hot for her.
"Hurry..." She shook his hand, desperate to get the yummy soft potato in her mouth. She fastened her unwavering gaze on his hand, wishing to grab it and take a bite.
Jingzhe moved his mouth as if to blow again and he took a bite.
"You...." Mei Mei gasped.
He placed it in her hands quickly. "Don’t throw a tantrum I was just making sure that it is warm."
She glared at him, clutching the potato carefully. "What do you know? The sweetness of street roasted and baked potatoes is in the heat. As you take small bites, you blow on it and toss it from one hand to another."
"I am quite sure that the sweetness and pleasure of eating such potatoes multiplies in the winter." He put both hands behind his back, raising his head proudly. "During the bitter cold weather, a roasted potato is like medicine that seals an open wound. Its warmth is satisfactory, dancing on the tips of the soul and every bite is like an embrace of....."