C367 Seller of Steamed Bun

Wu Ge held the porcelain bowl in one hand and said in a low voice, "I also want to leave." Then, he quickly walked into the dark apartment.

Du Chunjuan sighed and had no choice but to take out the frozen pig skin soup. Then, she rode her bicycle and headed to the market under the morning sunlight.

Although it was still early, the market was bustling with noise and excitement. The hawkers