In Qin Wan's eyes, the way the little beggar couldn't use chopsticks was because his hands had been injured on the road, so he had no strength. Qin Wan reached out and held the little beggar's hand, signaled for him to set the chopsticks down, stuffed the spoon into his hand, and said softly, "It's the same using a spoon. Don't rush, take your time."
Qin Wan's words seemed to carry some kind of magic. The little beggar put down the chopsticks, grabbed the spoon, and began clumsily eating the porridge with it.
Qin Wan had originally planned to go to her room to get some pastries for the little beggar, but seeing the state he was in while eating, she didn't quite dare to leave. Simply sitting down beside him, she just watched him eat like that.
One of them ate in big gulps, the other quietly watched, just like a mother waiting for her child to finish breakfast so she could walk him to school.
