The bakery saleswoman saw a big fat face pressed against the glass counter, with a flattened nose, mouth tight against the glass, and two large eyes that were very black and lively.
"Little fat boy, do you want to buy some pastries?" She was a young woman, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and short hair by her ears. She was very enthusiastic.
"Baby, Big Baby!" Xibao pointed to his own nose, announcing his identity.
The saleswoman froze for a moment, then laughed, "Alright, big baby, do you want to buy some pastries?"
Xibao pointed at the box in the counter and turned to his grandfather, "Grandpa, cake! Cake!"
He had eaten it at Wang Xinsheng's house before, so he remembered.