Steam wafted in the air in front of the bun shop.
"I want three braised pork, two vegetables, one fried dough stick, and a cup of black soy milk." Jiang Nian reached the front of the line, turned his head to look at Qianqian, and added,
"Also, one vegetable and a cup of red bean soy milk."
Just as he was about to pay, Qianqian quickly scanned the code and paid with a beep.
"I'll do it."
"Hmm..." Jiang Nian looked at her suspiciously, "Qianqian, what guilty conscience are you hiding, trying to earn virtue through me?"
The truth is, one becomes red by being near vermilion, and black by being near ink.
"You're the one with a guilty conscience. Can't some of the motherly love from my dream linger a bit?" Qianqian retorted, her mouth sharp, though it was unclear if it was soft when words lingered inside.
"Whatever, since you're treating me to buns, I'll get you a gift someday." Walking along, Jiang Nian handed the buns to Qianqian, as he gave her an extra vegetable bun.
