"Hairpins? This thing, Aunt Hong Mei probably knows about it too." Han Qiwu thought for a moment, left the altar, grabbed a basket, loaded it with milk, strawberries, and eggs, put on a raincoat, and biked toward Aunt Hong Mei's house.
These three items are like hard currency—give them to anyone, and you can't go wrong.
On the way, the rain gradually stopped. Han Qiwu saw many children running and jumping in the fields, flying kites. Upon entering the town, he saw some kids playing the egg-balancing game.
"Brother! Brother!"
Just as he rode past the group of kids balancing eggs, Han Qiwu suddenly heard Xiao Shu's anxious voice.
Turning the bike around, Han Qiwu hadn't even dismounted before Xiao Shu rushed over, clinging pitifully to his leg, and said, "Handsome Brother, I can't balance eggs, and they're all laughing at me!"
"Can't balance eggs?" Han Qiwu stopped the bike, picked up Xiao Shu, and walked into the group of kids.
