"Whoa, I just stepped out for a little while, and there are so many people in line again?"
Second Uncle was carrying a bag of pitch-black pears, and as soon as he turned in, he saw a crowd surrounding the food truck again.
After the last time at Tiantongyuan, Second Uncle had built up some tolerance for such situations.
"Make way, everyone, make way, hot water coming through..."
Second Uncle shouted as he squeezed forward; there was no way around it, the crowd was too thick.
As he squeezed through, someone started protesting loudly from the line.
"Hey, old man, why are you cutting in line?"
"Yeah, isn't it time you learned to behave better as an adult?"
"Can't you see everyone is queuing? Can't you set an example as a Southerner?"
Second Uncle explained, "I'm not cutting in line, this is my family's business. If I go help my nephew sell things, you all can buy your stuff sooner."
