C2822 The Memories of Sha Hong

120,000 years ago, in a corner of a prosperous city-state, a young man in ragged clothes, who looked to be about ten years old, leaned against the wall and stared straight ahead.

Not far away from him was a stall selling steamed buns. In the steaming hot steamer were white steamed buns. The fragrance kept coming out and drilled into his nostrils.

"Gudong."

The young man swallowed hard