For kids, it's just like this. When others are eating good food, there's nothing they can do but watch. If their parents are around, they might even cry a little, saying, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" even if they just crave it.
After watching for a while, finally, a child couldn't resist.
"Uncle, one potato pancake, please."
A little boy reached out his hand, clutching a one Yuan bill, crumpled and looking a bit damp, probably from holding it tightly while playing and sweating.
"One Yuan isn't enough." Chen Mo waved a finger, "You need two Yuan."
A group of kids looked at each other, then down at the money clutched in their hands.
There are always urine vendors at the kindergarten gate; these kids have gotten used to selling a pee for one Yuan after school each day.
One Yuan could keep them happy in the snack shop for quite a while. But today, stumbling upon a snack for two Yuan, they were a bit at a loss.
They didn't dare ask their parents for money.
