"That's right, it's a steamed bun," Lian Manman said with a smile, nodding her head.
"Ah," Shen Qian lifted his plump hand and touched his own nose, "it really is a steamed bun."
"Of course, it's obvious at first glance, isn't it?" Lian Manman said.
It was indeed obvious at first glance, it was just unexpected, Shen Qian thought to himself.
"Why paint a steamed bun?"
"Because I like it," Lian Manman replied, "That's what we sell at my family's shop."
"Oh..." Shen Qian looked at the steamed bun on the kite with a touch of longing.
"There are four of us, and we have two kites, hmm, let's have a competition," Lian Manman suggested after they arrived at the spot.
"A competition, how do we compete?" Shen Qian immediately asked.
