"Bacon," said Gu Jiao.
"I want some too," said the youth.
Gu Jiao flipped the meat on the grill, "Once it's cooked, I'll bring it inside for you."
The young man refused, "No, I want to eat it here."
There were steps from the house to this spot, and he couldn't come down on his own. Gu Chengfeng steadied himself and walked over, then picked up the boy with the wheelchair and carried him down the steps. Afterward, he pushed him over to the fire.
"The wind is strong here, go back inside after you've had a bit," Gu Chengfeng kindly reminded.
The youth didn't take his advice but instead looked at Gu Jiao, who was seriously grilling the meat. "Why do you wear a mask? Are you ugly? Can't be seen by others?"
Gu Chengfeng stiffened in protest, "Hey! How can you speak like that! Who's ugly!"
The young man retorted with a sneer, "If you're not ugly, why cover your face?"