Seeing Ma Qiang shove half a baozi into his mouth, munching it down in just two or three bites, Zhang Zihan felt a bit confused.
He used to see those uncles and aunts who would proactively offer him delicious things even if he didn't ask. Why did this uncle just... eat it himself?
His not fully developed brain was trying hard to comprehend what had just happened.
"Grandpa, grandpa! Give me money, I want to eat baozi!"
Old Zhang had just come out with a bowl when he saw his little grandson running over while shouting, "Baozi is here, isn't this baozi?"
Zhang Zihan, holding his cartoon bowl, ran with a patter to Ma Qiang who had just bought baozi, "Look, I've got baozi too!"
Ma Qiang let out a cold laugh.
In his heart, from the moment Zhang Zihan called him uncle, he was considered an enemy. And Ma Qiang was just a big kid at heart, not much older than a four-year-old. Showing off to him?
