After some conversation, the old man told Xiangzi that Little Horse had died over six months ago and he had sold his dilapidated rickshaw. Now he sold tea, griddle cakes and fritters at the rickshaw stands every day.
Xiangzi, not knowing this, thought this first day just happened to be a busy one. So again he said nothing and forked out his own money to buy some griddle cakes.
He entrusted this to Joy, who bought some hot sesame griddle cakes and a jellied pig's leg.
"That's not a problem," the psychiatrist responds. "I love griddle cakes too!"
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