Prince, Please Wait Until I Grow Up

In the western suburbs of Jincheng, an abandoned temple lies alone on the wasteland. The dry yellow wormwood around it sways lazily in the autumn wind, and the old crows on the dead trees scream intermittently, creating a picture of a depressed and dim autumn landscape. Ertong's small figure sat on the stone steps in front of the broken temple, with his head lowered and counting the coins in the broken bowl seriously. She frowned, scratched her disheveled hair, and muttered to herself angrily: "There are only so many of them, and they are not enough to buy two meat buns!" Ertong angrily put the broken bowl aside, broke off a piece of dry grass, threw it into his mouth and chewed it. The crow's cry…