The old man forked one piece after another.
Qian Zi, the hawker beside him, could not stand it any longer and quickly said, "I say, Sixth Uncle, why don't you just finish it? Tell me if it's good or not!"
The old man called Sixth Uncle put down the bamboo stick in embarrassment and smacked his lips. "It's good. Give me three pieces. Oh, no, six pieces. This thing is easy to digest and is suitable for us old people."
As he spoke, he took out a string of copper coins from his pocket and counted two white ones. He looked at Gu Nian and then at Gu Xin. Finally, he handed the money to Gu Nian and said, "Little girl, do you want to count?"
"Sixth Grandpa, I was watching you when you were counting just now! I can't be wrong!" Gu Nian took it and smiled.
