The fried-chicken shop at the school gate is a fiery totem etched into the very marrow of our childhood; the aroma from back then seems to burst forth in an instant. As soon as the school bell rang, we’d sprint over, clutching our pocket money, eagerly line up for that crispy, juicy delight, and savor the first bite—each moment brimming with the passionate fervor of youth. This wasn’t just a little shop; it was the unshakable confidence of our childhood, a one-of-a-kind joy that can never be replicated.