"Mother, why do they keep looking at us?" Hao'er asked in a low voice. He saw that some people were looking at them and some were even following them. They were looking at them and talking quietly about them.
"You need to get used to these gazes," Feng Jiu smiled slightly. "You will encounter more of this as you grow up. In the face of their scrutiny, just be true to yourself and ignore their remarks."
"Oh," Hao'er replied, giving the crowd a glance before retracting his gaze.
"Hao'er, take it." Guan Xilin handed over a stick of candied haws he had bought from somewhere.
"Thank you, Uncle." Hao'er thanked him and reached out to take it. After taking a bite, the sweet and sour taste was delicious.
"Is it tasty?" Guan Xilin asked him with a smile.
"Tasty," Hao'er replied with a broad grin on his face.
