"Okay, please sit down."

The stall owner, who was wrapping wontons with great effort, stood up with a smile, walked to the boiling pot, picked up the wontons, and put the wontons he had just wrapped into it. The gurgling sound of water continued to boil, rolling the wontons up and down, constantly rising and falling, and soon a rich aroma was exuded.

With a scoop of the wontons, he gently turned them, like flowing water, and in each clean white bowl, twenty wontons fell, no more, no less.

After the broth was slowly poured, a bowl of steaming wontons that had just come out of the pot was completed, and the stall owner placed them one by one in front of the tables of the guests.

"Hahaha! It smells so good!"

"The young boss's craftsmanship is beyond words!"

"It's so hot!"

The guests' eyes lit up and they began to feast on the food!

"Brother, I'm so hungry, I want to eat wontons!"

At this moment, a voice with strong desire and envy sounded from outside the wonton stall. It was a little girl who was a little dirty, about seven or eight years old, with a dirty face.

But her big eyes were innocent and cute. She stared at the wontons boiling in the pot on the wonton stall, drooling, and her black little hands tightly held a little boy in front of her who looked one or two years older than the little girl and was also dirty. When

the little boy heard his sister's eager voice, his stubborn brows slightly frowned. He didn't say anything, but carefully reached his left hand into the pocket of his ragged shirt and finally took out two cents.

"I spent ten cents to buy medicine for my mother, and I have to pay back the eight cents I borrowed from my neighbor Aunt Zhang today. I only have two cents left. I wanted to buy a better pair of straw sandals so that I can go deeper into the mine and pick up more coal."

Although the little boy is only ten years old, he supports the whole family by himself, never complains, and takes care of his sister.

He had already planned what to do with the remaining two cents, but now passing by the wonton stall, his sister wants to eat wontons. Looking at his sister's cute and eager big eyes, the boy's stubborn eyes revealed a touch of heartache. He also turned his head to look at the wontons rolling in the big pot of the wonton stall and swallowed his saliva!

With their family, they can't even afford wontons!

"As long as Nannan is happy, I'll buy it for her. It's just a pair of straw sandals! No need for it. At most, we can go deeper into the mine this afternoon and try to pick up more coal. We can just stay up all night."

The little boy would rather suffer than make his sister unhappy. He wanted to meet her expectations.

Gently touching his sister's head, the little boy said with a smile: "Let's go, Nannan! Brother will take you to eat wontons!"

"Really? Brother!!"

The little girl's big eyes were suddenly full of surprise. She looked at the little girl, but seemed to think of something. Her big eyes suddenly dimmed and she shook her head and said: "Forget it, brother, Nannan doesn't want to eat it. It's not easy for brother to make money. Mother's illness is the most important."

"Don't worry, Nannan, with brother here, mother will definitely be cured. Brother has money! Let's go!"

The little boy spoke proudly, holding two cents in one hand, and pulling the little girl with the other hand to the wonton stall. He walked in front of the vendor and said in a heroic manner: "Boss, please give me a bowl..."

The little boy's voice suddenly froze!

Because it was only after he got close to the wonton stand that the little boy could clearly see the five words "three cents a bowl" written in front of the stand.

A bowl of hot wontons, twenty pieces, sold for three cents! The

little boy knew that this price was actually not expensive at all, and even five cents would be more than enough, which was already a conscience price.

But he only had two cents left in his hand!

At this moment, the sister stared at the wontons in the big pot with her big eyes, and the little boy held the two cents in his hand tightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Three cents for twenty wontons, I should be able to buy them with two cents, at most I only need ten, as long as my sister can eat them! I'll beg the boss!"

For the little boy, "asking for help" was what he was most willing to do!

Although he was only ten years old, the cruel world had already matured him. He was strong by nature, even stubborn, and would rather suffer several times more than beg for help.

A real man is no matter how old he is!

But at this moment, looking at his sister's eager eyes, the little boy slowly took a deep breath!

It is not wrong to beg for your sister.

The little boy mustered up his courage and was about to speak!

A bowl of hot wontons was suddenly gently placed in front of the little girl, and at the same time, a young and warm voice with a hint of magnetism slowly sounded.

"Little sister, big brother will treat you to a bowl of wontons, okay?"

It was the vendor who spoke. There was a warm smile on his handsome face, and his eyes were like the sun in the sky, emitting a warm power of tolerance, very kind.

The little girl swallowed her saliva, but still looked at her brother.

The little boy was a little stunned, and he felt a little unnatural. What he didn't want most in his life was to get charity from others. He believed that he could take good care of his sister.

His left hand tightly held the two cents, but when he looked at the stall owner, he saw the warm eyes with a kind smile, without any pity or pity, but only encouragement, recognition, and appreciation.

"As a brother, you did a really good job. Your sister's eyes are still so innocent and cute. You are really amazing."

The stall owner looked at the little boy with a sincere and appreciative tone. For some reason, looking at the stall owner's warm eyes, the little boy suddenly felt his nose sore, but his heart was filled with a sense of happiness called recognition!

"So, this bowl of wontons is for you to eat, and I won't charge you, because you are a good brother."

The stall owner sat back down with a smile and continued to make his own wontons.

The little boy looked at the stall owner carefully, as if he wanted to remember his appearance deeply in his heart, then he stretched out his hands to hold the steaming wontons that night, and bowed deeply to the stall owner!

The little girl was still a little confused, but seeing her brother bowing, she also bowed in the same innocent way.

"Thank you."

After saying this, the little boy stood up and walked to the table beside his sister. He picked up a spoon for his sister and watched his sister happily start to devour the wontons.

"Brother, it's delicious! You eat too! I'll feed you!"

The little girl smiled happily and put a hot wonton into the little boy's mouth. The little boy swallowed it happily.

The two siblings ate one bite at a time.

A bowl of wontons has 20 pieces and costs three cents.

But even the little boy didn't realize that his bowl of wontons was not 20 pieces, but 30 pieces in total.