"Father, have a steamed bun!"
Just as Ji Shuisheng and old master Qin thought they were hallucinating, Su Qing handed old master Qin a mantou. The white mantou in his hand was fragrant and soft to the touch. One look and one could tell that it had just been steamed and not dried food left in the oven for a long time.
Su Qing passed a bamboo tube of water to old Qin and Ji Shuisheng.
"Where did you get it?"
Ji Shuisheng looked at Su Qing in shock. He and his grandfather had only gone out for half a cup of tea's time, and Su Qing had already conjured up steamed buns and water.
"I bought it from someone."
Su Qing said indifferently. Otherwise, no such thing as mantou would fall from the sky. This was the best excuse.
Ji Shuisheng was still looking at her with eyes full of doubt. Bought it? Who did you buy it from?
At this time, money was not as good as food, so who would sell their food?
