Translator's note: curious about why I'm working on the earlier chapters? You can find an explanation in the translator's note on the ninth chapter . This chapter took much less time to translate than the first one I translated, so hopefully if I can keep up this pace, I should finish with these first few chapters fairly quickly, and then I can get to the later, untranslated ones soon. - The cloudy, overcast sky was wet, and it was hard to tell if it was fog or the smoke exuded from the bamboo steamers. The scent of coal was heavy in the air, and the smell of the baozi [1] was no longer fragrant. Tu Laoyao lifted the bamboo steamer and stretched his neck to take a look, and shook his head. “This face of yours, it really has become thick.” The old baozi seller who’d been on the corner of the street for twenty years let out a scoff, and hit the cover of the bamboo steamer. “Too rough, you say, Tu Laoyao—get, get, get!” Tu Laoyao grinned and moved his face back, tucking his