"Yuanchun, my girl, here are your steamed buns. Hold onto them tight and don't drop them."
A pair of weathered hands handed over a large basket. Inside sat ten large, round, white-flour buns, still warm and fragrant.
Perhaps reacting to the body’s instincts, Yuanchun found her mouth watering at the sight of the buns, and her flat stomach let out a series of rumbles.
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