Liu Er held the meat bun, swallowing hard.
After thinking for a long time, he tucked one into his chest and carefully took a bite. It was truly delicious.
The two finished eating by the roadside, and Yun Jiao sat on the cart as Liu Er drove off.
The cart rolled through the village entrance, and the well-informed households all knew that the Jiang Family's main house had split, and they were curious, glancing at the cart to see what had been bought.
Not far along, Yun Jiao saw that bald-headed child again, running from a distance behind the cart.
Yun Jiao asked Liu Er, "Uncle Liu Er, which child in our village shaved their head?"
In those times, it was believed that one's body and hair were given by their parents, and only monks shaved their heads.
Otherwise, they were genuinely bald.
Liu Er sighed, "You mean him."
"He's my cousin Liu Dagen's son, named Ah Tie. His mother died a few years ago, and his father married a stepmother. Since then, no one has cared for him."
