Chapter 386


    After Nichs took off, he didn’t let the driver take him, but asked him to wait here to take Elisa home.


    Nichs hopped in a cab. He pulled out his phone, and his eyes fell on Allison’s contact. He thought


    about it, then dialed her number. “Are you free, Ms. Zimmer?”


    Allison had just left the hospital and was about to grab a bite. She nned to visit the cemetery in the


    afternoon and then go to a bookstore. When she got Nichs’ call, she said, “I’m about to grab some


    food. Nichs, wanna join?”


    Half an hourter, Nichs got out of the taxi, looking at the pedestrian street in front of him. It was full


    of different food stalls, swarming with people, and pretty crowded. The ce was almost exclusively for


    pedestrians and bicycles. Cars were basically a no-go here.


    “I’m here! Nichs!”


    Nichs turned around, and through the crowd a few meters away, Allison was standing in front of a


    hot dog stand, waving at him. Nichs walked over to her. He had never been to such a bustling ce,


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    or eaten this kind of street food, but he didn’t feel out of ce standing here. He thought he might feel a


    little ufortable, but it turned out he was just fine.


    “Do you want a hot dog? I ordered one. If you want to eat, I’ll get another one.” Allison asked him.


    Nichs frowned slightly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to eat. “I… “As far as he could remember, he’d


    never eaten this before.


    Allison had already made the decision for him, “One more, please.”


    “Sure.” The vendor quickly started to make it. “Do you want BBQ sauce, ketchup, or mayo? Pickles?”


    Before Nichs could answer, Allison said, ‘BBQ sauce. No pickles.”


    Nichs looked at her with slight surprise. She seemed to know his taste well.


    Allison looked up. “Did I guess right?”


    “Yes, very right.” Nichs indeed didn’t like mayo. He could tolerate ketchup, but wasn’t a fan. His least


    favorite was pickles. If there was even a bit of pickle in his food at home, he could taste it. He wasn’t


    against all pickle products. Whole pickles he could asionally tolerate, but chopped ones mixed in


    other food, he wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.


    There were a lot of people at the hot dog stand, so they waited for about ten minutes. Allison took the


    two hot dogs and handed one to Nichs. She took a bite of her own hot dog and smiled satisfactorily.


    Seeing the smile at the corner of her lips, Nichs also felt happy, “Is it really that good?”


    “Try it yourself.” Allison looked at him, “It’s really good:


    There were several middle and high schools near the pedestrian street, so it was usually crowded.


    Most of the people eating here were students, with some office workers from the vicinity.


    When Ricky was in high school, Allison was in middle school. Every day after school, Ricky would wait


    for her here and buy her a hot dog.


    Nichs looked at the food in front of him, slightly frowned, then took a bite. It was incredibly delicious.


    He couldn’t believe something so cheap could taste this good.


    Allison said, “My brother and I used to go to school near here. We often came here after school.”


    Nichs asked, “Did your brother also like this?”


    “Yes, but our parents didn’t give us much allowance, so he usually only bought one, and we would


    share. But actually, I always ate more. He would only take a bite asionally.”


    Nichs said, “Your brother really spoils you.”