Feng Jiu took out a box of pastries from the space and handed it to the child. "Here, this is for you." She bought these on the road as ration, but she didn't eat much on the way.
"How's that possible?" The old woman quickly refused. She was even more reluctant to ask for it after seeing the exquisite pastry box and the fragrance wafting out from the pastry.
Ordinary people like them wouldn't dare to ask for such a thing.
"It's all right. It's for the kid to eat. Take it." She squatted down to open the box and revealed the exquisite pastry inside. "It's delicious. Take it!"
The little boy's eyes twinkled as he looked at the pastries in the box. He put a tiny finger in his mouth and sucked it. The boy couldn't take his eyes off the exquisite little pastry.
