Taking advantage of the sun not being too hot, Lin Xiaoguai put a little hat on her son and carried him to the flower and bird market.
The county's flower and bird market had only appeared in the past couple of years and was not like those specially constructed in later times; it was just that this street had more businesses dealing in flowers, birds, and pets, so people called it the flower and bird market, although it was not very large.
It was around noon, two or three o'clock, just after everybody had finished their naps, so it was lively but not crowded.
Lin Xiaoguai adjusted her son's drool bib and carried him into a flower shop that seemed to be doing little business.
The owner was a middle-aged uncle sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper. When he saw her come in, he lethargically raised his head, said nothing, and continued reading his newspaper.
