A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
A pair of long chopsticks pierced the top of the jietang bun and tore it in half, revealing the delicious and tempting soup inside. Fan Xian took a spoon and scooped out the soup, placing it in the porcelain bowl in front of Da Bao. He then picked out the meat and placed it on top of Da Bao's black bean noodles.
"Xiao Xianxian, eat." Da Bao lowered his head and began his attack on the food. He spoke unclearly but with unusual firmness. His tone seemed to indicate that he was truly concerned that since Fan Xian had given the food to him, he would not be able to eat his fill.