"Boss, I'd like two meat buns, two red bean buns, and a cup of soy milk," An Yin said, gazing at the steaming basket.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, quickly packed the order, "Twelve yuan."
"Thank you." An Yin casually took the food and paid by scanning the code.
She turned around to go to her suitcase, and as she got closer, she noticed a tall man standing behind it.
An Yin gently stepped forward, standing in front of her suitcase. Fearing the man behind might misunderstand, she specifically emphasized, "This is my suitcase, I'm not cutting in line."
There was a hint of timidity in her voice, and her bright eyes were particularly striking as she spoke.
"Hmm." The man lightly replied, his gaze brushed over the young girl's face, seeing that she too was wearing a mask, and then retracted his gaze.
