After exchanging her money, Mu Xitang confidently headed to the bun shop on the other side of the street.
Two yuan sixty cents, and the owner gave her three buns.
"Hey, wait, little Xi Tang, here's some pickled vegetables."
The bun shop uncle called out to the little girl who was about to leave and handed her half a bag of pickles.
It wasn't that he didn't want to give more; giving a whole bag might cause the little girl to refuse.
"They're too salty, not to my taste, so I'm giving them to you."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Mu Xitang thanked him before taking the pickles and leaving.
It was clear from her joyfully raised eyebrows that the pickles were an unexpected gain for her today.
Seeing her smile so happily,
Jiang Xiao also laughed and cried.
But before they reached Mu Xitang's "camp",
Jiang Xiao's expression turned grim.
Mu Xitang also slowly widened her eyes as if she had realized something...
The bun uncontrollably "plopped" and fell to the ground.
