It’s close to noon. Generally, people rarely choose buns for lunch except for breakfast.
Especially this kind of place is in a special area, and the buns are still sold a lot.
The decoration of the entire store is quite clean, relatively small, and few people.
Leaning against the window in the store, an elderly man sat down, eating a bite of steamed buns and coughing from time to time. There was a cage on the table with a beautiful bird of unknown species.
Harper walked in, ordered a cage of soup dumplings, and sat at the table next to the old man.
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