Early in the morning, Zheng Shufen got up to buy breakfast for her bedridden son.
In front of the bun shop, the young lady owner handed her the buns, her gaze fixated on her face.
Zheng Shufen reached out to take the buns and glared at the owner, "What are you looking at!"
As she spoke, she prepared to pay with small change.
The lady owner's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and suddenly she grabbed the buns back from her hand, "I'm not selling you these buns anymore."
"Hey, are you crazy? You have buns, why aren't you selling them?" Zheng Shufen was displeased and started shouting.
The lady owner said coldly, "The buns in my shop are sold to kind-hearted people. Some thick-skinned, venomous people don't deserve to eat them."
"Who are you calling venomous!" Zheng Shufen, furious, twisted her plump body, ready to go at the lady owner.
