"Big brother, what is this?" Gouzi couldn't take his eyes off the millet, trembling as he asked.
"You're in luck. Today, I'm in a good mood and decided to do a good deed. These are for you. You can't just rely on medicine; you need a strong body to withstand it. Hurry and make some porridge," Hua Jin said indifferently.
"Really... for us?" Gouzi felt as if he were dreaming, and it wasn't until he pinched himself hard, the sharp pain reminding him this wasn't a dream.
But... are there truly such kind-hearted people in this world?
After all, they were just little beggars stricken by the plague and barely skin and bones. What was worth remembering about them? Wouldn't it be a waste of food?
Despite the tumult in his heart, Gouzi still looked expectantly at the big brother in front of him. Even if it meant his life, if they could keep this food, he would be willing.
