The next day, Qin Mei woke up. She put on her jacket, got out of bed, slipped on her shoes, folded her bedding, and stepped out of the room.
The country air was so fresh. Qin Mei stood in the courtyard and stretched lazily.
"You must be hungry, dear?" the old woman's voice suddenly called out.
Qin Mei froze, turning to look at the old woman behind her. Her face was wreathed in a benevolent smile. She was a very kind-looking grandmother and left a wonderful impression. "Grandma."
The old woman didn't respond, her kind smile only deepening. "You must be hungry, dear?"
"Grandma, I'm not hungry." Qin Mei truly wasn't. She had eaten a steamed bun in the middle of the night and didn't feel hungry now.
"You want to eat white-flour steamed buns?" the old woman asked, a little uncertain.
"No, Grandma. I'm saying, I'm not hungry," Qin Mei said.
"What? You want to eat two white-flour steamed buns?" The old woman was still unsure.
