"Yes, sir, how much would you like?"
The shopkeeper was an earnest middle-aged man with a slight stoop in his back and a wobble in his walk, exuding an air of subservience when he spoke.
"Prepare ten buns for me. Here's the Silver, and keep the change." The young boy fished out a piece of broken silver and tossed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper joyfully caught it and quickly went to prepare the buns.
Su Yan noticed that, although the boy was young, he always carried himself with an air of superiority, which seemed quite pompous…
In modern times, those little boys were so full of themselves, she never expected that boys in ancient times would be just as conceited.
Su Yan failed to realize that she had been sizing him up all along, her gaze glued to him.
It wasn't until the young boy's eyes slowly met hers, and he flashed her a half-smiling, half-mocking expression, that Su Yan realized her awkward state.
