Yang Xiaocao and Yang Xiaomiao, the two sisters, were also unbearably hungry.
The older girl couldn't help but tug at Lin Caixia's hem and whispered, "Mom, give us a bite of steamed bun, just one bite."
The two frail and sallow little girls had big eyes filled with pleas.
Lin Caixia was utterly unmoved and shook off her hand.
"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know. Have I eaten yet? You still want to eat. Giving birth to you was truly my worst misfortune..."
The two girls slightly bowed their bodies, hands covering their shriveled stomachs, totally out of strength, their vision going dark.
Without making a sound, the mother and daughters returned to the house.
The house was pitifully dilapidated.
There was a broken bed, not even a table, and by the wall was a broken chest that even a rat might think twice about visiting.
Other than that, there were only things like spittoons and small baskets, all without exception broken and old.