It was past nine in the morning.
Tang Qing had come to Chinatown once again.
Not to eat sugar figures.
Only to accompany Lin Jiaxue and see the monks begging for alms. At this time every day, they would collectively come out to beg for food, lining up in a row. Some gave money, but most gave food—vegetables and meat.
There was also fruit.
And even packaged snacks.
A very mixed variety.
Lin Jiaxue bought several kinds of fruit and placed them into the monks' alms bowls. Once the monks moved away, the crowd dispersed.
"Brother Tang, you're here too!"
Just as they were preparing to leave.
Tang Qing noticed Cheng Qianqian, who was eating a snack he had never seen before.
"Came to take a look."
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yes."
"Can I come find you and your sister to play this afternoon?" Cheng Qianqian asked expectantly, looking at Tang Qing.
