The plastic bag was filled with all sorts of latiao—some shaped like sticks, some flat, and others resembling sheets of dried bean curd, though slightly darker in color with a glistening coat of oil, dotted with specks of chili powder and cumin. At first glance, it certainly looked appetizing.
It was just hard to tell how Li Dongqiang had managed to smuggle this stuff over; some of the latiao were squashed flat, and oil was even seeping through the outside of the plastic bag. Visually, it left a lot to be desired, and the crooked, twisted pieces looked downright shabby.
"Hou Yong, what is this?"
Chapter 256