In the right front, a person with a hunched body, disheveled hair, and tattered robe staggered forward.
"Your mother, she's gone." The person didn't even glance at Chu Ming and went straight to the little girl, covering the woman with a mat, "Xiao Yu Zi, if you don't want to die, hurry and eat the meat slice."
"Uncle Ji, my mother is right here, she hasn't gone anywhere. This piece of meat is for my mother..." The little girl seemed not to understand what "gone" meant.
"Sigh..."
Ji Wujiang sighed softly, looked a few times, then helplessly sighed and left, not taking the little girl's meat slice, nor looking at Chu Ming.
"Uncle Ji, wait, my mother said, if there is food, we should share some with Uncle Ji."
The little girl cupped the meat slice in her hands, ran up to Ji Wujiang, and carefully divided the meat slice in half, handing one part over.
"Really giving it to me?"
"Mm, didn't Uncle Ji also give Xiao Yu Zi half a biscuit yesterday?"
