C1817

East Continent City.

Gong Xin eagerly stood in front of a bun house.

She wore a little felt hat on her head, a loose robe, and a small face, wiped like a kitten's, with large, blinking eyes.

The owner of the bun house yelled impatiently, "Go away, where did this little beggar come from? Don't disturb my business, go away!"

Gong Xin sniffed, and then asked curiously: "Grandfather