The heavy rain came and went quickly, leaving a humid air thick with the faint smell of earth. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the intermittent sunlight.,“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Jack's old man, realizing what had happened, roared with anger. He saw Heather slip into the storeroom and shook his head: "Pretty good kid, too bad he's got a big mouth."。