Zhenzhen stared at the candy, her bright black eyes suddenly lighting up.
But he shrank back, never daring to reach out and take it.
"Zhenzhen doesn't like milk candy?"
Su Qingzhi asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I...I like it."
He finally spoke.
"They stole it..."
He lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer.
"Because Zhenzhen doesn't have parents, she can't eat."
Su Qingzhi sighed softly.
How could those kids be so bad?
How could you harm a lonely child?
"Don't be afraid, Auntie is here, no one will dare to take it. You can have as much candy as you want from now on. Eat up, it's sweet."
Zhenzhen raised her head, her wet eyes looking at Su Qingzhi.
He glanced around furtively.
After confirming that it was quiet and no one was around, he mustered up his courage and cautiously took a small lick.
The sweetness of the sugar burst on his tongue, and his eyes lit up instantly.
At that moment, it seemed as if he really saw his mother.
After wiping his face, Su Qingzhi carefully examined the child.
When she reached out to support his chin, she could clearly feel the sharp edges of the bone with her fingertips, which made her heart ache.
"Zhenzhen, Auntie is going to cook dinner. Can you help Auntie?"
She asked softly.
Su Qingzhi had already made up her mind.
This child is all alone. If she were to leave by herself, who knows if she would be scolded by some mean neighbor.
Or they might be bullied by those naughty, ignorant children.
"Zhenzhen knows how to start a fire."
Back in the countryside, when his grandmother was still alive, he would often squat by the stove, adding firewood to the firebox one piece at a time.
He remembers that he controlled the heat very well, neither too high and burning the bottom of the pot, nor too low and delaying the cooking of the rice.
Really?
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