Wen Ran walked over holding a sugar figure with a bite taken out of it. She looked at it expressionlessly for a while and asked coldly, "Senior Brother, you said I eat a lot, so what's the meaning of this?"
At this moment, Shen Wu still had the appearance of a polite gentleman, he spoke gently, "Ranran, it's already midday, yet this old gentleman is still here."
Generally, things like buns and dumplings are sold as breakfast, and now it's already noon, but this old man hasn't left. You can only assume his business is too bad.
Wen Ran looked at the elderly man whose face was covered in deep wrinkles, his hands calloused. His sunburned, dark face was also slightly red from the sun.
Wen Ran suspiciously glanced at Shen Wu, surprised that he was being so helpful, but she couldn't criticize him for spending money on so many buns any longer.
Shen Wu, holding a bag of buns, suddenly paused.
Wen Ran asked, "What's wrong?"
