"Yuan Chun, girl, here's your mantou. Hold it well, don't drop it."
An elderly hand extended a large basket, which contained ten large round white mantou, still warm, emitting a fragrant smell of flour.
Perhaps it was the reaction of this body, Yuan Chun looked at the mantou, and couldn't help but drool, while her flat stomach rumbled loudly.
Yuan Chun took the basket and politely said, "Thank you, Grandpa Zhao."
"Hey, hurry along now. If you're hungry, remember to eat one on the way," Old Man Zhao waved his hand and returned to the kitchen.
Some old customers of the mantou shop all recognized Zhong Yuanchun.
Someone pointed at her, commenting, "This child, foolishly gets up at the crack of dawn to pick up coal cinders to exchange for mantou, but doesn't even eat one herself. They are all eaten by her younger siblings, yet she's tirelessly happy to do so."
