When Li Lie came back from buying food outside, the sky was already darkening.
Li Lie bought a big bag of white bread buns and a large bag of biscuit-like treats.
Yu Xiaolian's lips twitched, was this a recipe for dry choking?
"Uncle Lie, I didn't ask you to save money for me, can't you buy a roasted chicken or even a bowl of wonton soup?"
Facing Yu Xiaolian's complaint, Li Lie remained expressionless, "It's not that I didn't buy it, it's that the shops in this town all close too early, couldn't get anything else, so make do for tonight."
Yu Xiaolian grabbed a bun with grievance and walked into the house, "One bun is enough for me, don't forget to give two buns to that hunchbacked old man."
Upon entering the house, Yu Xiaolian closed the door and immediately took out a bottle of Lao Gan Ma from the supermarket; who could eat dry buns, but with Lao Gan Ma, she could eat two.
