"Shopkeeper, the flatbreads are wrapped."
The shopkeeper nodded. "Give them to them."
The mother had already risen to her feet, her child clinging tightly around her waist.
When she saw the waiter hand over the oil-paper parcel, the mother accepted it gratefully and bowed to the shopkeeper in thanks.
"Thank you, Shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper smiled faintly. "It's nothing. Everyone has their hard times. I'm only lending a hand."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands toward the crowd. "Everyone, move along."
Seeing this, some who knew the shopkeeper could not help but say, "Shopkeeper Sun is righteous."
"Truly noble!"
"I'll come back for tea another day!" someone called out loudly.
For a moment, it was as though the waiter's bullying of the orphaned mother and child had never happened at all.
The mother and son took their things and turned to leave. Li Qing watched quietly.
A trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
He had noticed something. There was a problem with the flatbreads wrapped in that oil paper.
He gave Shopkeeper Sun a deep look.
The man wore a beaming smile, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with him. There was no fluctuation of vital essence around him either.
Yet Li Qing had spotted something unusual in that flatbread.
A Shadow Paper Doll silently followed the mother and son. Before long, they arrived in a secluded alley.
The mother tucked the copper coins tightly into her bosom.
She sat down in a corner with her child and took out a flatbread.
The mother tore the bread in half and placed the larger piece in her child's hand.
"Eat slowly. Don't choke."
Her face was filled with tender affection as she looked at her child. He was her hope for living on.
The child accepted the bread. Looking