"I'm still growing. I'm growing. I remember my chest. I need to eat my fill. Even if I eat one more bun, it'll be good for my body's growth."
But I'm still short of two gold coins to buy another steamed bun.
I couldn't bear to leave the baozi shop, even if I smelled its fragrance. I stood by and looked at adults and children satisfactorily buying meat buns one after another. I imagined the taste of the fragrant buns in their mouths and couldn't help but swallow saliva.
More than 8 o'clock in the evening, fewer and fewer people came to buy steamed buns. I had been staring at the steamer, and my eyes were sour. My stomach began to feel hungry again, and I was so hungry that I muttered.
I don't know how to survive this night.
I didn't know how I dragged my heavy footsteps out of the baoz
