Yuan Si found the little girl quite cute, so she reached into her pocket, pulled out several liquor-filled candies, and handed them to her. "You can have these. See? I have more, so you can have them all."
When Fang Ping saw the candies in Yuan Si's hand and heard they were all for her, she let out a small gasp. "For me? All of them? Aren't you having any?"
"No, I don't like them," Yuan Si said, shaking her head.
Fang Ping couldn't understand how someone could dislike candy. A child's self-control is weak, though. Just a moment ago, she had been ready to share her single piece of candy, but now she couldn't resist accepting the handful offered to her. "Thank you! One, two, three, four... That's four! Plus the one my great-aunt gave me this morning, that makes exactly five. This way, my four brothers and I can each have one."
The little girl's expression was like the cat that got the cream, secretly pleased with herself.
