Mu Hanyan and Mu Nan walked along the road, and Mu Hanyan could feel the stares of passersby, her lips twitching slightly.
"Hey, fruit seller, do you really need to pack up your stall and sprint away just because you've seen this miss? Would I actually steal your few pieces of fruit? And you, pancake vendor, why don't you try running a little faster while hugging your pan? Doesn't it burn your hands?"
As Mu Hanyan watched the vendors panic and scramble to avoid her, she couldn't help but rant internally. Is that really necessary? Seriously, is all this necessary? Hey, enough already, that stinky tofu vendor, guarding your stinky tofu so desperately; I wouldn't eat that thing even if you offered it to me!
