"Hello, what kind of filling for the Steamed Bun would you like?"
Wang Fan asked, preparing to grab a Steamed Bun with the tongs in his hand.
But instead of answering, he received an excited voice.
"Hello, do you remember me? The other day when there was a traffic jam on the Fifth Ring Road, you gave me a bag of Steamed Buns and saved my life."
Sun Yunpeng asked Wang Fan with a genuine smile on his face.
Wang Fan was stunned for a moment by his words and looked up carefully at Sun Yunpeng.
Fifth Ring Road? Gave away Steamed Buns? Did that really happen?
Wang Fan shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't really remember, my memory isn't always great."
"Uh..."
Sun Yunpeng's smile froze instantly on his face.
At this moment, Old Guo stepped forward and said with a cupped-hand salute, "It's understandable for a distinguished person to forget things, but to me, you gave life-saving kindness to my disciple with just a simple gesture."
