If Ji Huan had known the trouble two fried dough sticks would later cause, she would have stopped herself at all costs.
After handing over all the subsequent details of the hand cream—including the raw materials, production, and eventual market launch—to Xin Ziqi, Ji Huan and Dabao shut their doors and settled into their own quiet life. The two of them, along with their dog, lived quite contentedly.
One early morning, Ji Huan left her back courtyard, intending to take a stroll on the back mountain while Dabao was still asleep.
She locked the courtyard gate and walked a few steps. Just as she was about to turn onto a small path, she suddenly saw someone lying on the ground at the corner.
Ji Huan was badly frightened. Her first thought was that it was a dead body.
Clutching her pounding heart, she mustered her courage and stepped closer to get a better look—
It wasn't a dead body at all. It was clearly the vagrant from the village entrance!
'How did the vagrant get here?'
