"Why would anything happen to me? I'm just going to town to buy some daily necessities."
Jumping down from the cart, Cheng Dali already handed Xiaoxiao her basket.
"Thank you, Uncle Dali."
"No need to be polite, Xiao." He said as he helped others move their belongings.
At this moment, a seven or eight-year-old boy refused to get off the cart. His mother was coaxing him while looking somewhat resentfully at Xiaoxiao, as if to say, see what you've done...
Xiaoxiao was quite depressed. She had just mentioned on the road how she went to the temple fair and how lively and fun it was. As soon as the mischievous child heard there was fun to be had, he insisted Xiaoxiao tell him more.
And so, she boasted a bit too much, and the mischievous child became enamored with the idea, causing his mother to insist on going to the temple fair.
