Aunt Wang, your buns are too hot. I'm afraid of them.
Mu Xu squatted at the door of the car repair shop, holding a fried dough stick in his hand and chewing it loudly.
Aunt Wang, who sells breakfast next door, shouted to him from across the street: "Xiaomu, if you eat this crap again, your stomach will be destroyed sooner or later!"
Mu Xu chuckled and replied slowly: "Aunt Wang, your buns are too hot. I'm afraid of them."
When he said this, his tone was as calm as plain water, and without stopping, he tore the fried dough stick into small pieces, dipped it in soy milk and slowly put it into his mouth. The office workers passing by rushed over like hot wheels. Someone dropped his cell phone without noticing it. Mu Xu bent down to pick it up and shouted at the man's back: "Brother, cell phone!"
