"Cough cough!"

The boy coughed twice after Lei Jing stepped on his foot, but didn't say anything.

Seeing that the old woman had already pulled Lin Xue toward the stall, Lei Jing had no choice but to pull the boy up and drag him along with her.

Lei Jing was worried that the boy would run away on his own, so she held him tightly by the back of his collar and pressed him down onto the bench.

"Boss, give us three more bowls of rice noodles!"

The old lady called on the owner to continue making rice noodles, and then carefully observed her grandson. She found that he was eating with relish and was not frightened by what had just happened, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

The old lady's grandson was only five or six years old. He was chubby and dressed in a red ethnic minority costume, which looked very festive.

"Gentlemen, your rice noodles!"

The owner quickly served the rice noodles, and even the boy who had stolen the food was given a bowl.

"Eat!"

After warmly greeting Lin Xue and Lei Jing, the old lady said something to the boy in a low voice.

Although she sympathized with the boy's plight, she did not want to cause trouble for herself.

After all, they are just an ordinary family and simply cannot afford to support more people.

Moreover, this boy is already an adult, so even if someone wanted to adopt a child, they wouldn't choose someone this old.

"Auntie, could you tell us about this child?"

Lin Xue picked up disposable chopsticks, poked a piece of rice noodles into her mouth, enjoying the sour and spicy sensation, and looked at the old lady across from her.

"Well, it's a long story, it all started more than a decade ago!"

The old woman let out a long sigh as she sorted through the memories in her mind.