The words from the boy, Zheng Jinxiang, made his grandmother's expression turn ugly. A few nearby people glanced over.
Gu'er and her three companions all frowned slightly. They were all quite filial and didn't mind giving a child some food—in fact, they were happy to. But this kid… why was he so unlikable?
"I want a chicken leg! I want a chicken leg! Give me a chicken leg! If you don't give me a chicken leg, you're not my grandma."
Zheng Jinxiang shouted while shoving his grandmother hard, nearly making her hit her head.
"Stop acting up, stop it! That's their food. If you want to eat, can't you wait until we get off the train?"
Even though Zheng Jinxiang's grandmother was upset, he was still her grandson. What could she do? Besides, they were on a train, and she didn't want to become a public spectacle.
"Are you even my grandma? You won't even give me a chicken leg when I ask! I'm never calling you Grandma again! And don't expect me to take care of you when I grow up!"
