After carefully separating the dust-covered and clean pastries, she placed all the walnuts and raisins on the clean side and handed them to Abudan. "Eat up, they're delicious."
Abudan took the pastries and, like a little puppy, sniffed them before taking a lick. His little mouth beamed with joy. "Sister, you eat too."
The little girl only had some dirty crumbs left in her hands, but she still poured them into her mouth. As she was about to savor the taste of the Baklava, her teeth crunched against a stone.
Abudan looked anxiously at his sister. The girl shook her hand, "It's just a particularly large piece of walnut."
The half-closed door was pushed open as a woman emerged. Her flat face, possibly from eating too much Uighur bread, lacked any trace of a Uighur woman's beauty, with small eyes, thick lips, and a sunken nose.
