This city was bustling with activity and considerably larger than the City of Nino where Ah Dai had lived as a child. He had barely walked a few steps when the aroma of steamed buns wafted towards him, making him instinctively turn his head.
"Steamed buns! Get your steamed buns! Soft, sweet, delicious steamed buns, two for just a copper coin. Steamed buns, anyone?"
Attracted by the loud calls of the vendor, Ah Dai wandered over. The bun seller was a stout man in his forties, his once fiery-red hair now reduced to a sparse crown of wisps around his head. Each of his shouts set his chubby cheeks to tremble. The steamer in front of him was continuously letting off a warm mist, signifying that the buns were just out of the pot. Seeing Ah Dai approach, he beamed and said, "Young fella, would you like some steamed buns? They're famous far and wide for being fluffy and sweet. One is never enough!"
