"Shunzi, quick, aren't you going to give it back to Brother Shui! Do you realize how expensive that is and you just take it?"
Chen Qingjiang hurried over to snatch the peach pastry from Shunzi's mouth, startling Shunzi into a daze.
Liang Qu stepped forward to block Chen Qingjiang.
"Uncle Chen, what are you saying, these goods are bought to be eaten, does it make a difference whose stomach they end up in, how can that be considered a waste? Those masters eat them every day, they've got the same two eyes and a mouth, can they really taste something different?
Shunzi, don't be afraid, if I allow you to eat it, then eat, the goods are mine, can your dad even control what's mine?"
"How can it be the same? Shunzi! Why are you so disobedient?"
Chen Qingjiang shouted again, his voice louder out of anxiety.
