Although the little girl was thin and frail, her eyes were remarkably bright. Perhaps it was because she had eaten something; there was no trace of that weak and fleeting look in her gaze.
When Hu Daoke waved his hand to refuse, the girl hesitated for a moment. Then, she prepared to stuff the already dirty cornbread into her mouth, which made Hu Daoke even more agitated.
"No, no, don't eat, don't eat..." Hu Daoke waved his arms wildly, feeling like his clumsy self didn't know how to express his energy.
The little girl seemed frightened by his frantic gestures. She immediately took a step back, her neck shrinking as she looked at him timidly, her eyes filled with an imploring expression.
Seeing this, Cheng Ziang felt torn between laughter and tears, and deliberately placed his hands on his hips and asked, "Old Hu, why are you scaring her?"
"I didn't scare her! Are you purposely trying to make fun of me?" Hu Daoke turned around, his face full of grievance as he responded.
