Yousheng curled his lips, peeled the sweet potato, and handed it to Tongtong: "It's not hot anymore, just right. Go ahead and eat."
Tongtong happily took it: "Thank you, Yousheng brother."
The two of them never felt that sharing food was inappropriate; sometimes they even used the same pair of chopsticks and drank from the same cup.
When Tongtong ate something she liked, her eyes would squint happily, her little face full of delight, as if being able to eat that was the happiest thing in the world.
Seeing Tongtong eating happily, Yousheng felt some of his irritation dissipate.
"Brother, you have a bite too." Tongtong held it to Yousheng's mouth.
Yousheng took a bite right from where she had bitten: "Delicious."
Once Tongtong finished eating, he took her hand, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her hand, and then wiped her mouth clean.
