Today, the highest outdoor temperature has reached 32 degrees. Walking on the road, a hot breath comes.

Traffic flow on the road, and pedestrians on the road were also in a hurry.

In such weather, there was a person walking slowly on the side of the road.

Yang Bing hadn't eaten for a day, his eyes were so hungry that he was dizzy, and his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He walked aimlessly, although the shade of trees blocked the scorching sun in the sky, the ubiquitous heat waves surrounded him from all directions, squeezing the moisture in his body.

Sweat flowed down his forehead, blurring his eyes, and he reached out to wipe it.

There was a staircase ahead of him, and he walked down the stairs.

A cool breeze blew, and Yang Bing's head finally woke up a little, turned around and looked around. He was standing under the bridge, with Guanhu Lake in front... Jiayuan?

Where is this?

However, this problem was quickly left behind by Yang Bing, and he saw the bun shop diagonally opposite.

At the door of the bun shop, the boss picked up the steamer and exposed the chubby white and tender buns inside, then picked up a plastic bag, and picked up five buns for the young man in his work clothes.

Yang Bing swallowed and spitted.

Touch your pocket, no money.

The foot moved two steps and finally retracted.

Self-esteem made him embarrassed to walk over, let alone open his mouth.

But he is hungry.

The stomach was burning, like a red soldering iron rolling back and forth inside, it was so hot that it was almost a cramp in the stomach.

Finally, the instinct of survival defeated the arrogant self-esteem and he walked over.

"Sorry, boss, only bean paste and steamed buns are left."
Chapter completed!