"Oh, you…" The child's tears instantly extinguished the anger in Yang Yufeng's heart. Her hand, clutching the stove poker, fell to her side. She turned to Little Lingdang and said, "Don't cry. Your uncle is still here."
"It's alright, it's alright," Zhao Jun quickly interjected. He suddenly remembered something and pulled a package wrapped in Butter Paper from his satchel. He opened it, only to find another package wrapped in Butter Paper. After unwrapping two more layers, four large biscuits were revealed. Zhao Jun had bought them that morning, originally intending to save them for Du Chunjiang, but after eating Jiang Jinyou's dumplings for lunch, the biscuits were left over.
"Don't cry, little one. Look, Uncle has something yummy for you," Zhao Jun said, patiently coaxing the little girl.
He remembered that in his previous life, after returning to the village in disgrace, he had been missing his son one day. His heart heavy with sorrow, he went to the riverbank alone to fish.
