Every day, Butcher led a fulfilling life. His wife made pancakes at the stall, and he helped with wrapping them, or adding eggs, or sauces, or minced garlic, and sometimes even stinky tofu. When Butcher handed the food to the customers, he would always be met with their curious glances.
Once, because Butcher looked too "fierce" with scars on his face, he scared a little kid to tears. Since then, it seemed like that family never came back.
Today's business was good; they sold over a hundred pancakes. It was already very dark, so there wouldn't be many more buyers. Butcher helped Wang Xiaoya pack up with a blank expression, causing a pang of sadness in her heart as she watched him.
Thinking back to when Butcher and she first met, it was indeed interesting. It had been three months and she had never seen Butcher truly smile. Even when he did, it was just a forced grin, pulling at the corners of his mouth. Sometimes, Wang Xiaoya really felt like she was wrong.
