The newly baked meat buns, with a rich aroma of meat mixed with wheat, wafted into the little boy's nose.
Shi Wangyue suddenly felt a bit of sourness in his nose. "You should go back quickly. It's about to rain, and you shouldn't get wet. Getting wet could make you sick. Don't follow us anymore; you'll get lost. If you lose your way, it will be very dangerous."
After saying this, he pushed the chubby young man to walk back.
However, the chubby young man, usually agreeable, struggled not to leave and stubbornly offered the bun to his son's mouth:
"Baby, you're hungry, eat the bun."
"I'm not hungry, I'm not eating." The little boy turned his head away.
"Delicious bun, baby eat."
Under the gloomy sky, long-held raindrops began to fall.
The young man stubbornly wished his son would eat the bun at hand: "Eat the bun, baby."
Rain was falling from the sky, and people in the car were waiting.
