The system is not a teacher or student, one cannot slack off or copy someone else's homework from it; the system she got doesn't cut her any slack at all.
The next day, she got up early again and rode her tricycle to the park; now it was so nice, no one to supervise, no urban management, as long as she cleaned her spot before leaving. She had just set up her stall when an old customer arrived, the uncle who always seemed to walk hastily as if he were the wind itself.
She called him Speedy Uncle.
"Give me two pancakes, with extra chili," he said, as he had already dropped eight dimes into the box on the side.
Qin Xiangnuan had already grabbed two for him, both fresh from the pan, delicious to eat.
