"Crunch."
A crisp sound could be heard when the youtiao was bitten into. The large golden youtiao was actually fluffy and empty on the inside. The more one chewed, the more fragrant it got, and it was not greasy at all.
This reminded Harold of the small fruit biscuits that his mother loved to make when he was young. The thin slices of fruit, after being fried in a pot of oil… It was just as crispy and delectable. The only pity was that he had not had it for more than 10 years, and he would not have the chance to have it in the future anymore.
After swallowing that crispy and fluffy youtiao, a mouthful of soybean milk was simply a perfect match to go with it!
This piping hot breakfast had already made him forget the disdain he had for breakfast previously.