The Baozi That Bought a Billionaire
Language: en
The year I was my purest self, I split the meat bun my grandma made—the size of my face—and gave half to my scrawny desk mate. From then on, if I had a bite to eat, Julian had half. Junior year, Julian transferred. He was an illegitimate child, but his father finally acknowledged him. I left him a phone number: "If your dad doesn't feed you well, call this number and find my grandma." Five years later, while sorting through my late grandma's belongings, her phone suddenly rang. "Grandma, I'm hungry." I burst into tears at the phone: "I don't have a grandma anymore..." Within an…