THE KING’s RESONANCE OMEGA
Zephyr asked, already grabbing a stick of fish for himself.
“The meat and chicken, with some bean cake. Are those yams?” Evren asked, as the owner of the stall dumped a batch of what she’d just scooped out another boiling pan of oil onto her table.
“Yes, friend yams and sweet potato,” Zephyr replied.
“I’ll have some of those then.”
The woman smiled at him, then grabbed a stick each of what Evren had pointed at, serving a portion of the yam and potato onto a large piece of paper. She scooped a generous amount of pepper sauce onto it, then handed it over.