"How old are you, young man, and what do you do for work? How long have you known Qian?" The chubby aunt looked at Yu Minglang with eyes gleaming green; with this information, she had enough gossip for days.
Yu Minglang answered with a smile, seeing that Qian intended to continue chatting, she pushed him, "Go check if the water on the stove is boiling."
Once Yu Minglang left, the chubby aunt faced Qian's serious expression and couldn't continue the conversation, leaving in a hurry.
Qian went to the kitchen to find Yu Minglang, only to see him squatting by the stove, sneaking a bite of the buns he brought. Qian smacked him on the back, and Yu Minglang almost choked.
"What are you doing? There're plenty of buns!"
"Who said anything about buns! Do you know who that was? Are you close with her?"
"Mei, don't tell me you're jealous over something like this?"
"Jealous my foot! That's the biggest gossip on our street! You told her so much!"
