Don’t Grab

Meanwhile, Hao'er walked into the dilapidated house with his short little legs, announcing, "I'm back!" Over the past few days, he had gotten used to his new life, and his words were filled with joy.

He thought that his mother would be thrilled to learn that he could now stand on his own two feet and even provide for so many people.

When the small beggars inside the house heard Hao'er's voice, they ran out and surrounded him. "What good food do we have today?"

"Do we have some meat today?"

"Come over," Hao'er shouted as he approached the table, taking food from his cosmos sack.

The small beggars stood there watching him take food from the small bag and place it on the table. Their eyes flickered, especially those of the older beggars who were staring intently at Hao'er's bag.

"You can eat first. I'm going to go inside and have a cup of water." Hao'er told them, leaving the food on the table and heading inside.