"You're such a grown man, and all you think about is fighting. Can't you be more steady?"
"I'm steady enough now, mother. I'll help you light the fire."
They steamed two baskets of buns, and after taking their own food, there were forty buns left, which they put in two baskets and covered with lids.
It was a little after six in the morning, and it was still dark, when they set out to the village entrance to wait for the bus.
At half past six, a bus leaves for the county town.
They arrived at the county town at 7:30 in the morning.
Song Kexia asked Li Fangliang to accompany Wang Guihua to sell near the station, while she herself went to sell at the hospital entrance.
Wang Guihua was a little worried about her, "Can you do it alone? How about asking your fourth brother to accompany you?"
"I can do it on my own. After all, I've lived in the city for so many years, so I'll be fine.
If you're really worried, just sell all your stuff and come back to me."
Wang Guihua saw people coming and going at the station and felt scared because she hadn't gone out to do business. She had no choice but to agree after hearing what he said.
"Okay then, we'll come find you in a bit."
"I see. I'll be leaving now."
Song Kexia carried the basket and hurried to the hospital briskly.
She left four for Old Lady Li and the others to make breakfast.
Fan Xiuxiu had just gone out and was about to buy breakfast. When she saw her coming so early, she thought she was seeing things.
"Xia Xia, why are you here so early?"
"I'm here to bring you breakfast, Auntie. These are the buns for you and grandma. Take them and eat them.
I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first.”
She stuffed the oil-paper bag into Fan Xiuxiu's hand and ran away quickly.
Fan Xiuxiu finally realized what could have happened to her so early in the morning.
She returned to the ward with the buns. Old Mrs. Li asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you were going to buy food? Why are you back so soon?"
"As soon as I walked out the door, Xia Xia came over and brought me some buns.
Mom, you eat first. If you don’t like it, I’ll buy you some porridge.”
"How can I not get used to this white bread?"
Old Mrs. Li picked up the bun and took a bite. It had a lot of stuffing and the meat was very fragrant. It was different from the buns she had eaten before.
Looking down, I saw the braised meat sizzling with oil. Where did they buy these buns from? They smell so good.
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