Armand stared at the candied fruit through the glass display. “I’ll take a candied strawberry,” he said in his deep voice. “Oh, okay.” The vendor hurriedly took a candied strawberry as he had requested and packaged it before handing it over. “If your wife can’t eat it, maybe you can just let her have a bite to see how it tastes.” “Sure. Thank you,” Armand replied while throwing a hundred in cash on the counter. He then took the candied fruit and turned to leave. “Sir, your change!” “It’s fine.” Naturally, the vendor was overjoyed to get a hundred by selling a single candied fruit. While putting the money into a drawer, he poked his head out and watched as Armand walked away. There was a frown on his face as he muttered to himself, “Why does he look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen him before…” Meanwhile, Genevieve had her eyes down as she stared at the slippers on her feet. They were floral-patterned ones that were made for the beach, and the soles were incredibly soft. Her steps felt both light and comfortable. As if she wanted to vent her emotions, she kicked the ground. She didn’t care if the slippers were worn out. In no time at all, Armand caught up with her and showed her the candied fruit. Genevieve immediately stopped in her tracks as she stared at the candied strawberry, then shifted her gaze to the man beside her. Didn’t he say he wasn’t going to let me have any? “This kind of sweet stuff is bad for your throat, you know,” he nagged while tearing the wrapper open, the fruity smell of the candied fruit wafting out. “Just take a bite and have a taste. Don’t swallow it, okay?” Genevieve looked away and ignored him, continuing to walk forward with her hands clasped behind her back. “Are you really not going to eat it?” She heard his deep voice from behind. “There’s a trash can right here. I’m going to throw it.” Genevieve had barely taken a few steps. She instantly turned around and walked back over. She took the candied fruit and brought it to her mouth, chomping down on it. Armand, however, quickly pushed her head back to stop her from doing so, which caused her to take a few steps backward. “Just a small bite.” At that point, she was so mad that she couldn’t help but shoot him a glare. She loudly declared that she wasn’t going to eat but got greedy when she caught a whiff of the strawberry scent. Thus, she made her mouth smaller and took a tiny bite out of the candied fruit. The taste of strawberry exploded in her mouth, which tempted her to swallow it. Genevieve narrowed her eyes. With both hands behind her back, she continued stepping forward. Upon seeing her relaxed movements, Armand knew that she was feeling better. He smiled without making any noise. Her emotions came and went like the wind. There were far too many things to do and eat in the night market. The more she walked, the more dazzled she was. She ended up buying quite a few trinkets. However, because her vocal cords were injured, Armand refused to let her eat any of the snacks that she saw. She was only allowed to eat two meatballs, and even then she could only take a small bite. She watched as he finished the rest of the meatballs, and envy flashed in her gaze. Genevieve: Just you wait. Once my throat is healed, I’ll buy ten meatballs and eat every single one of them right in front of you. Damn you! Armand took note of the exclamation mark at the end of her sentences and responded, “Okay. I’ll be waiting.” “Come on and check out this place. You can win amazing prizes by eating pasta!” a staff yelled from a nearby pasta shop. “As long as you finish this challenge, we’ll give you a one-of-a-kind prize!” Genevieve noticed that there were quite a few customers in front of a shop, so she strode over to join in the fun. There was a notice taped to the glass door on the right, which said that the shop served a kind of pasta called Devil’s Pasta. Most people would faint after taking a single bite of it. Whoever wanted to participate just had to order a single plate of Devil’s Pasta. As long as one could finish the whole thing without taking a single sip of water in between, they would get a unique plushy. One of the customers asked, “What kind of plushy is it?” “It’s the one that’s been hung up here on this wall,” the staff answered as he pointed toward the inside of the shop. There was a white cat plushy on the wall that was around one meter tall. It was even wearing a collar with the words “you got this” on it. The expression on its face was absolutely adorable, too. “This pasta is our shop’s signature. Our boss came up with it himself,” the staff stated with a smile. “We have a hundred branches all over the country, but we only have that cat plushy at this specific location. There’s only a single one.” Some of the kids who had gone there with their families were desperate to get the plushy, so their parents wanted to give the challenge a try. Shrieks of pain could be heard from the shop.