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Qing Luan thought that with their stamina, they would have been caught long ago if someone were truly pursuing them. She nodded, panting, and said, "Alright, let's sit for a while and then we'll move on."
"Sister, I'm hungry!" Tide pouted, patting her little belly with a pitiful expression. After playing on the mountain for so long, she was starving but had just been too shy to say anything earlier.
Seeing Tide's sorrowful eyes reminded Qing Luan of Liu Grandma, who had died because of her. Her eyes instantly turned red as she reached out to hug Tide, choking back her emotions. "Sister understands. Once we get down the mountain, I promise I'll buy lots of delicious food for Little Tide, okay?"
"Okay!" Tide pouted but didn’t protest any further.
"Miss," Qin'er suddenly recalled something and whispered urgently, "What about our silver notes...?" Without the silver notes, they would be stuck!
Qing Luan understood what Qin'er meant, but who could have predicted such events? Ever since Liu Grandma warned her not to expose their silver notes, she had stopped carrying them around. The only money they had left was Qin'er's monthly allowance. "We'll take it one step at a time!" With their hands and feet intact, they wouldn't starve.
The three of them tumbled down the mountain in a disheveled state, covered in dust. Even the Zhu Clan might not recognize the girl before them as their beloved daughter.
Hungry—very hungry!
Despite the fear and panic along the way, they encountered no wild beasts, which was a stroke of luck that allowed Qing Luan to relax her tightly wound heart a little. Once they reached the foot of the mountain, it was indeed as Liu Grandma had said; there was a town nearby with houses visible from where they stood. Not far ahead was a small shop selling steamed buns and tea for passing travelers.
"Miss, I still have some leftover from before," Qin'er whispered, careful not to be overheard.
Wealth should not be flaunted; she was even more cautious now.
Qing Luan didn't respond verbally but felt grateful in her heart for this loyal girl. No matter the circumstances, Qin'er always thought of her well-being and treated her like a master. Such kindness would never be forgotten; she vowed to repay it well in the future.
"Can you give me a few copper coins?" After observing for a while and noticing that everyone was using copper coins for transactions, she thought that things here should be inexpensive. She decided to approach and buy a few buns to fill her stomach.
"Boss, how much are the buns?" A dirty face with bright, calm eyes stared directly at the Boss without any hint of inferiority or fear, waiting for an answer.
In such situations, the Little Boss would usually start shouting to chase people away. However, for some reason, when faced with her gaze, those words got stuck in his throat. He frowned slightly and said irritably, "One copper coin for a meat bun, two for a plain one!"
Qing Luan noticed a pot nearby, from which wafts of fragrant steam were rising. It must be the broth for the buns. She smiled and asked, "Boss, I’d like to buy three copper coins' worth of buns, but no meat. Could you give me a bowl of broth? We fled here and have no money left. My sister is starving, and I'm afraid she might choke on the buns..." Her tone was neither submissive nor demanding; she simply explained her situation.
The Boss was just over thirty, with a small stature that concealed his shrewdness. Years of braving the cold winds had made him appear somewhat aged. Following the direction of the little girl's finger, he saw two dirty figures not far away—one big and one small—and hesitated in his heart... If the broth required meat, it would cost three or four copper coins per bowl; without meat, it would still be one copper coin per bowl. He felt conflicted.
"Boss, look at them; they’re pitiful. Just give them a bowl," said a customer drinking soup nearby, unable to bear it any longer.
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