Forgetting Himself
The stall owner grumbled to himself.
Why hadn't they asked the important question?
Fine.
He'd ask it himself.
He stared at the young man.
He'd guessed from the start that the young man was the helper the old lady had found for the child.
He must be pretty good.
But no matter how good he was...
How could he hit the target on the first try?
That was what he had genuinely thought at the time.
Then reality had slapped him hard across the face.
There really were people who could hit the target on the first try...
Not only had he hit it on the first try...
He'd even scooped up two in one go...
Two in one go.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes—
Uh.
He hadn't actually seen it with his own eyes.
It had happened right in front of him...
And yet he hadn't seen a thing.
The stall owner really...
Was he blind?
He was quite merciless in his criticism of himself, too.
This young man...
The helper the stingy old lady had found...
Was actually a master...
The stall owner was stunned.
So stunned that he even began to doubt what he'd seen.
How could anyone be so good?
The stall owner felt that he had been terribly ignorant.
But before today, he'd never encountered anyone this skilled in person...
Was this a TV drama?
If someone else had told him about this, he would've thought they were filming a TV drama.
But he'd experienced it himself...
"You..."
The stall owner was at a loss for words.
He rubbed his neck.
"How..."
"Are you worried about losing two little goldfish, Boss?"
Xiao Xiao asked with a smile.
"Of course not."
The stall owner