The little girl's dark eyes looked eagerly at him, as if she was afraid he'd say he liked it.
Speaking of dried fish snacks, the first thing Pei Xiubai thought of was those spicy dried fish snacks costing one yuan per pack.
Previously, Xu Ciye had snuck into his office numerous times to eat them, opening the bottom drawer filled with packets of dried fish.
When eating, the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of low-quality chili and seasoning, choking.
Because of this, Xu Ciye was frequently reported by his bodyguards.
Thinking of those fishy dried fish snacks, the young man slightly furrowed his brow, pursed his lips, and said softly, "I don't like them."
He only liked the kind made from extremely plump Koi Carp, dried similarly to how bacon is made, but tasting completely different from bacon.
And of course, these fish snacks were not comparable to the one-yuan-per-pack kind.
