She had seen him eating his rice with chop-sticks, and he never came to buy a scrap of bread or anything else.

Rosa sighed to think what would become of the panaderia, if all the world had the same opinion as the Chinese doctor, in regard to eating.

In these days Rosa was in danger of looking upon the world from a strictly calculating standpoint, and of regarding only those people as worthy of her interest who either were or might become customers of the panaderia.
Still indeed customers were needed, for the receipts had been slight, lately, and Rosa's grandmother's parrot, Papagayo, a bird of such understanding that he had learned to screech, "Pan por dinero," (bread for money) had recently seen more of the former than of the latter in the shop.
Rosa and her brother still kept by the zanja, even when it turned away from the road.

They went on till they reached the orange orchard of the Zanjero of the town.

The Zanjero is the man who has the oversight of the irrigation system, and he has deputies under him.