Chapter 482

He leisurely finished his crepe, and with a show-off smirk, said to Abigail, "I'm done. What's next?"

As they ventured deeper into the food street, tantalizing aromas and vivid colors greeted them on both sides. Every stall sparked her curiosity and tempted her taste buds. But what really caught Abigail's eye was an escargot stall—a delicacy that often scared off tourists. Abigail had watched countless online videos of Berrybrook locals relishing escargot, which left her drooling. Now that she was standing in front of the source of her cravings, she was not going to hold back. "Mr. Zane, do you eat escargot?" she asked.

Xander grimaced slightly at the sight of the escargot, let alone the questionable sanitation of the street food vendors, who presented their food openly to the public. But seeing Abigail's excitement, he did not want to rain on her parade. "Hmm," he agreed.

Escargot could be cooked in several ways, and Abigail ordered a bit of each, arranging them into one platter. "