At first, they thought about just finding a random roadside stall nearby to grab a quick bite, but Su Chen vetoed the idea.
Shuraya was extremely curious about the Imperial Capital’s snacks and delicacies, so he decided to take care of it all at once by taking her to Shichahai. After wandering through a few streets and alleyways, she would have pretty much tried all the famous foods of the Imperial Capital.
The state guesthouse wasn’t far from Shichahai, just a few minutes’ drive. They were there in a flash.
"Are there always this many people here, even in the dead of winter?" Shuraya was shocked when she saw the sea of people at Shichahai.
Back in Paris, hardly anyone went out in the winter. The people on the streets were mostly office workers rushing to and fro, and of course, the homeless.
"Fun knows no season!" A smile touched Su Chen’s lips.
Maybe it was because it was her first time in Huaxia, or maybe it was because she had escaped her father Arno’s control, but Shuraya was like a curious child, looking here and there, stopping to stare for a while at every snack she came across.
Su Chen knew she was interested in the snacks and wanted to try them. When that happened, he would go up and pretend to ask if she wanted some, and only after she feigned a bit of hesitation would he buy the snack.
"*Douzhi*! Mr. Su, I see *douzhi*!" Shuraya shouted, pointing at a steamed bun shop not far away.
The expressions on Su Chen and the other two soured. As everyone knew, *douzhi* was something only Imperial Capital locals could stomach...
They had thought about trying to talk her out of it, but to their surprise, Shuraya started walking toward the bun shop on her own.
Su Chen and Jiangyang exchanged a look, then helplessly followed her.
They thought the bun shop only sold steamed buns and *douzhi*, but as Su Chen’s group got closer, they saw it also had *luzhu huoshao*.
Shuraya’s gaze was already on Su Chen, signaling that he could go ahead and order.
"Are you sure you want to drink *douzhi*?" Su Chen couldn’t help but ask again.
"Yup! I heard *douzhi* is the most iconic delicacy in the Imperial Capital. I have to try it, no matter what!" Shuraya didn’t notice the change in expression on Su Chen and the others’ faces. She was craning her neck to watch the customers inside the shop leisurely drinking their *douzhi*.
Seeing how earnest she was, how could Su Chen spoil her fun? He immediately called out to the owner, "One bowl of *douzhi*, three bowls of *luzhu*, and a steamer of buns."
After ordering, Su Chen remembered there was one more person who hadn’t said what they wanted. He turned to Shuraya’s bodyguard and asked, "What about you? A bowl of *douzhi* for you, too?"
The female bodyguard nodded calmly. She also wanted to taste what this delicacy Shuraya kept talking about was really like.
They had just found a large, square table and sat down when the server brought over the buns and *douzhi*. Finally, she asked, "Would you folks like to try our *chao’gan*? It’s one of our house specialties."
Su Chen didn’t answer, turning his gaze to Shuraya instead to ask for her opinion.
’In my experience, foreigners don’t seem to be big on eating offal—with the exception of foie gras, of course.’
"Should we try it?" Shuraya asked, a little embarrassed. She had already bought quite a few snacks along the way.
The ones she liked, she ate herself. The ones she didn’t, she foisted off on Chen Fei and the female bodyguard.

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