"Mo Xiaoni! Hey! I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"
Mo Xiaoman had one arm crossed and the other cupping her chin, lost in memories of the past. Zheng Shaolian shook her awake. Her unfocused eyes and sorrowful expression startled him. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Just daydreaming, right?"
Mo Xiaoman: ...
'He sounds so experienced. Looks like this kid daydreams a lot.'
She yawned. "I'm a little tired. I spent all last night selling grapes in front of the movie theater. I was so exhausted I didn't sleep well."
Zheng Shaolian shot her a look. "You little money-grubber. Selling all those fresh, sweet grapes to other people... wouldn't it have been better to keep them for yourself?"
He then nudged her shoulder bag. "What about that bunch? Give it here, I'll finish it for you. I'm starving."
Xiao Man clutched her bag tighter. "No way. That's my lunch!"
"A single bunch of grapes is enough to fill you up?"
"I could say the same to you!"
Zheng Shaolian: ...
