The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Meanwhile, in Beijing, the Zixiang Steamed Bun Shop in Zhouhai District became incredibly popular as soon as it opened.

Customers kept coming in one after another, keeping Ning Chan extremely busy.

"Vegetarian ones are 1.5 yuan each, and meat ones are 2.5 yuan each."

She had her hair tied in a low ponytail, had delicate features, and looked to be only in her early twenties. Her sleeves were rolled up high, and she was dressed very smartly.

She greeted the customers, selling basket after basket of steamed buns.

After being busy for more than an hour, the peak period of visitors finally passed around eight o'clock.

With fewer customers, Ning Chan didn't rest; she quickly continued making steamed buns.

With a pinch and a flip of the fingers, a beautifully shaped steamed bun is produced.

A figure appeared at the shop entrance, and Ning Chan subconsciously asked, "Hello, what would you like to order?"

The person at the door didn't speak, but instead, a familiar knocking sound came from inside.

"Da da da—"

Ning Chan stopped what she was doing, looked up, and when she saw who was standing in the doorway, her eyes widened in surprise for a moment. "Why are you here?"

"Wasn't it already paid this month?"

The visitor was Sang Dong.

He came in carrying a bag and sat down in his usual spot, seemingly familiar with the place.

Seeing this, Ning Chan wiped her hands and asked softly, "Would you like breakfast?"

"The same as always," Sang Dong replied casually.

Ning Chan served him a bowl of porridge, took two steamed meat buns and a small plate of pickled vegetables, and placed them in front of Sang Dong, then put chopsticks and a spoon in his left and right hands respectively.

After doing all this, Ning Chan took Sang Dong's hand and placed it on the edge of the bowl before letting go.

"Why did you decide to come over for breakfast today?" she asked hesitantly, her gaze falling on the bag Sang Dong had brought. "What's this?"

Sang Dong scooped up a spoonful of porridge, took a sip, and said, "This is for you."

Ning Chan took the bag, inside which were several boxes neatly arranged.

She knew the box contained money because Sang Dong would bring her two boxes of money every month.

No more, no less, always ten thousand.

However, there were quite a few boxes this time; she estimated there were about ten.

Ning Chan frowned, looking at Sang Dong with some confusion, "Hasn't this month's money already been sent?"

Sang Dong didn't answer immediately. He took a bite of the bun and chewed it slowly.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy. Ning Chan looked at Sang Dong, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into her heart. She hesitated before speaking, "You...did something happen to you?"

Sang Dong then slowly spoke, "Take this money for now."

"I need to do something. If I can come back, then we'll stick to our previous agreement: I'll come and give you money on the 1st of every month."

Hearing this, Ning Chan's eyes showed a hint of anxiety. "What if they can't come back?"

"Well..." Sang Dong paused, took another bite of his bun, and mumbled, "This is the last sum of money."

"Can't come back?" Ning Chan's voice suddenly rose, and she almost dropped the bag in her hand.

She took two steps forward, standing opposite Sang Dong, her brows furrowed tightly: "Sang Dong, what exactly are you going to do? What do you mean by not coming back? Explain yourself!"

Sang Dong didn't speak, but just lowered his head and slowly ate the bun, chewing it slowly and deliberately, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Say something!" Ning Chan snapped, reaching out to snatch the half-eaten bun from his hand and slamming it onto the plate.

Sang Dong paused.

He looked up, his sunglasses pointing in Ning Chan's direction. Although you couldn't see his eyes, you could tell he was visibly startled.

He probably didn't expect that the usually docile Ning Chan would snatch his things.

"What exactly are you going to do? Where are you going? How long are you going to stay?" Ning Chan stood in front of him, her chest heaving slightly, her eyes filled with both anger and anxiety. "If you don't explain clearly, I can't take this money."

Sang Dong was silent for a few seconds before speaking calmly, "I have things to do, don't ask any more questions."

"Don't ask too many questions?" Ning Chan laughed angrily. "You brought over 100,000 yuan, saying it would be the last payment if you didn't come back. How could I not ask?"

Looking at Sang Dong's expressionless face, she felt a pang of sadness and bitterness in her heart.

Over the years, her brother's medical treatment, shop opening, and renting of a house have all relied on Sang Dong sending money to him on time every month. It's supposed to be compensation, but even compensation should have an end.

She had already considered him a friend.

Now that he's suddenly saying something like this, how could she not be worried?

"Take the money back." Ning Chan pushed the bag back in front of him, her eyes a little red. "The money you've given me over the years is more than enough. My brother is better now, the shop is open, and we can support ourselves. We don't need you to give us any more money."

Sang Dong paused for a moment, his voice flat: "Not enough."

"That's enough." Ning Chan bit her lip. "My brother and I are doing quite well now, and the steamed bun shop business is stable. It will only get better and better in the future. You... you don't need to feel indebted to us anymore."

Sang Dong suddenly chuckled softly, his tone devoid of emotion: "How strange, there are people who refuse money that's offered to them."

Ning Chan didn't say anything.

She stared at the bag on the table, her nose tingling with tears. After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, "Sang Dong, what happened back then...it wasn't your fault. It's all in the past."

The air suddenly became still.

Sang Dong tightened his grip on the spoon but didn't reply.

After a long pause, he spoke again, his tone a little gentler than before: "Take the money first. I'm not going to die, I just have to take care of something and won't be back in Beijing for a while. I'm leaving it here for you in advance. In case anything happens at the shop, or your brother needs the money, it'll be there in an emergency."

Ning Chan hesitated for a while, but seeing that he really wouldn't tell her the details, she had no choice but to back down: "Then tell me, how long will it take?"

Sang Dong remained silent for a long while before uttering three words: "Three months."

"Three months?" Ning Chan frowned. "Which city?"

Sang Dong casually named a place: "Fujiang".

Ning Chan wanted to ask more, but Sang Dong had already picked up his white cane, stood up, and groped his way towards the door.

"Hey you—" Ning Chan stood up as well.

"The steamed buns are too salty today," Sang Dong suddenly remarked.

Ning Chan was taken aback, then laughed in exasperation: "It's salty, so don't eat it! Who asked you to eat it!"

Sang Dong's lips curled up slightly, so faintly that it was almost invisible.

He walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, reached out and fumbled to take off something hanging around his neck, then tossed it behind him.

Ning Chan caught it subconsciously. It was a small Buddhist amulet, made of wood, warm to the touch, and still carrying his body heat.

"What is this?" she asked, looking down.

"It's for your safety," Sang Dong said calmly, his back to her. "Wear it around your neck, and don't take it off casually."

Ning Chan frowned. "Why would I wear this when I'm perfectly fine?"

"I'm afraid you'll suffer retribution," Sang Dong said calmly.

"You're the one who deserves retribution!" Ning Chan angrily threw the Buddha amulet at him, but then, afraid of missing and hitting him, she raised her hand and stopped.

Sang Dong had already started walking outside, his white cane tapping on the ground with a familiar "tap-tap" sound.

He paused at the door, then raised his voice without turning around:

"Return it to me when I get back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the shop and disappeared into the morning streets.

Ning Chan stood there, clutching the warm wooden Buddha amulet in her hand, looking at the empty doorway, then at the bag of money on the table, biting her lip, her eyes finally reddening.

Three months.

She muttered under her breath, "You have to keep your word..."

-

"Fifty!" Xiao Jin stood on the chair, one hand on her hip, the other holding chopsticks and pointing to the sky, as if she had done something remarkable.

Yun Ziang raised his hand in shock and clapped vigorously, "Amazing! Amazing!"

"I will no longer believe any of those 'big eater' stories online."

"Our little Jin is the real glutton!"

A four-year-old child ate fifty steamed buns in one meal—who would believe it!

Yun Ziang's mind was filled with nothing but the word "awesome," and he couldn't help but reach out and touch Xiao Jin's little belly.

"This is amazing! Is there a black hole inside that little belly? Did the food it ate travel to another world?"

Yun Zi'ang felt only curiosity, while Yun Ziqian felt his heart pounding.

This is clearly not the amount of food a small child should eat.

He tugged at Xiao Jin's hand and repeatedly warned her, "Xiao Jin, you must never eat like this in front of strangers, or you'll get arrested."

"Take them away?" Xiao Jin looked at Yun Ziqian curiously. "Where are they taking them?"

Yun Ziqian looked troubled. "Take him away and study him as an alien."

"You can only eat a little bit of food in front of outsiders."

Xiao Jin pouted angrily, "Why are you as stingy as Master!"

"My master only allowed me to eat one bowl of rice each time."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziqian's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right! You must listen to your master; you can only eat one bowl of rice per meal when you're outside."

He couldn't help but sigh, "Your master really had foresight."

Just as Yun Ziang was about to laugh, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text message reminding him of the competition.

It's the supercar club track endurance race he signed up for, which starts next week.

He participates every year, but this year...

Yun Ziang shook his head. "The world is vast, but my life is the most important thing!"

He hardened his heart and deleted the text message.

Looking at Yun Ziang's expression, Yun Ziqian couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong?"

"It's that supercar race, it's starting next week," Yun Ziang said somewhat dejectedly.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to play with cars anymore?" Yun Ziqian frowned, immediately adopting the older brother's stance.

Yun Ziang sighed, "Yeah, I'm not playing anymore. I signed up for it before, but I wasn't planning on going."

When Xiao Jin heard the words "next week," she blinked, remembering something very important.

Yun Zi'ang's calamity will come true next week.

She quickly pressed on, asking, "Zi'ang's great-nephew!"

When is that match?

Yun Zi'ang looked at Xiao Jin, puzzled, and truthfully told her the time, asking, "Little Miss, you know about racing too?"

Xiao Jin didn't know anything about racing, but this happened to be the day Yun Ziang's calamity came true.

She suddenly sat down, raised her hand to do some calculations, and then abruptly looked up:

"I want to go, I want to go!"

"Zi'ang, you're going to participate in this competition!"

"Huh?" Yun Ziang looked at Xiao Jin in confusion, and suddenly some fragmented thoughts flashed through his mind.

He frowned, tapped his head, and said in confusion, "What's wrong? I feel like I've forgotten something?"

Some blurry images flashed through his mind, but he couldn't make them out clearly.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin's eyes darted around nervously, and she said in a very soft voice:

"It's all because of that stinky fox that you forgot, it has nothing to do with Xiao Jin."

Seeing that he couldn't remember anything, Yun Zi'ang simply gave up. He looked at Xiao Jin and asked, "Little Miss, why do you want to participate in the competition?"

Xiao Jin looked at him and said mysteriously, "As the ancients said, heavenly secrets should not be revealed!"

"Huh?" Yun Ziang was even more curious.

"You'll find out in a few days anyway!" Xiao Jin smiled, her eyes narrowing.

It's time to bring out that stinky fox.

But we don't know how well that stinky fox has prepared.

This time, we must completely eradicate the root of trouble that is Zi'ang's great-nephew!