Twelve-year-old Lu Heng had been hungry all day, staring at the two steamed buns on the steward's table and praying softly.
The next moment, the steamed bun fell straight into his arms. Lu Heng's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and his heart was ecstatic.
Suddenly his throat felt itchy, and he made continuous duck calls uncontrollably.
The patrolling servants heard the sound and surrounded him, chasing the boy who was holding a steamed bun in his hand and screaming.
Lu Heng lost all face and firmly remembered the iron law that you must pay a random price for making a wish.
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Intention: Do wishes have to come true?