After finishing work, Han Zhi was now standing right in front of the steamed bun shop, touching his chin as if pondering how to distribute the food.
The proprietor of the bun shop and Han Zhi were old acquaintances. Ever since Han Zhi had come to Bianjing—strictly speaking, ever since Han Zhi had started needing to head home—he would always come here to buy a meat bun as big as a face.
Through coming and going, the two had grown familiar with one another.
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