He was truly just a wild child without a mother or father.
Like the wild grass on the roadside, he was trampled upon.
But when spring came, he still stubbornly blossomed with tender green leaves.
Perhaps children like him are cared for by fate itself.
So even when he gobbled the steamed dumplings down in almost one bite, he wasn't choked, nor did he gag.
Then he picked up the second dumpling and devoured it ravenously.
How delicious it was, a taste he would never forget for the rest of his life.
In a few minutes, he had eaten all the steamed dumplings brought by Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao.
Seeing that he had finished all the dumplings, Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes and brows were filled with delight, clearly very happy.
Then she tidied up the two pieces of cotton cloth, asking cheerfully, "Are you full?"
He nodded and finally spoke the first words since Qiaoqiao entered the room, "...I'm full, truly delicious."
