Jiang Hu had already washed his hands, and upon hearing the talk, he straightened his expression right away: "Each one is for one person. If the children want it, I'll buy more later. The one I gave you is just for you to eat."
Second Mom was still reluctant: "But this bun, it's quite expensive, isn't it?"
"It's indeed not cheap, two copper coins for one bun. But I've seen others eat them, with thin skin and lots of filling, quite delicious. Just eat it. We can earn money now, and I'm not spending wastefully, am I?"
Seeing Second Mom still hesitated, Jiang Hu came over after washing his hands, took a big bite of one bun, and fed the other to her mouth.
