The old man was very thin, but his eyes were calm. He did not eat like the others, but instead, he seemed to be strolling leisurely.
Yun chujiu looked at the old man and felt that he looked very familiar. She seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but how could she have seen him before?
Just as Yun Chujiu was thinking about it, the old man raised his head and looked at Yun chujiu as if he had sensed something. Then, the mantou in his hand fell to the ground.
In just a moment, the old man picked up the steamed bun and ate it naturally, as if it was just an accident.
However, Yun chujiu caught the surprised look in the old man’s eyes. Did he know me?
Yun Chujiu’s mind was a mess, but before she could think of anything, the miners had finished their meal. Yun chujiu had to leave with the people from the canteen.
