A crowd of people buying jianbing guozi had gathered again in front of Second Brother Gu's stall, so he didn't have much time to talk to Dong Qiming.
But he would slow down his movements slightly, stealing moments in his busy schedule to teach Dong Qiming how to make them.
After one afternoon, Dong Qiming felt like he had gotten the hang of it. By the time they were about to close up shop, he still hadn't had his fill.
"Cousin Dong, you should head back for now. You have an exam tomorrow. After you finish, you can come over every day to learn."
Second Brother Gu was only two years older than Dong Qiming, but he already looked the part of a master.
Dong Qiming looked at this older cousin of his with an admiring smile. "Okay, I'll go home for dinner then. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
"Alright, you should get going then," Second Brother Gu said.
"Yes, Second Brother Gu." Dong Qiming said, turning to get on his bicycle.
