The woman was taken aback, her face full of astonishment.
This child looked even younger than her own son yet was so sensible.
In a gentle voice she asked, "Little friend, how old are you this year?"
How could such a little one know how to comfort other children?
Tangtang stretched out her chubby little hand, showing three fingers, "I'm three years old~"
Having said that, she took out quite a few tasty snacks from her snack bag.
She said to the still crying little boy, "Little brother, don't cry. Eat these, I'm giving them all to you, but I still have a lot more here."
After all, he was just a child, and the sight of the snacks instantly stopped his tears.
He sniffed and looked earnestly into Tangtang's face.
"Can I eat all of these?"
Tangtang generously nodded her head, "Yes! We can eat them together!"
Upon hearing Tangtang say so, the little boy stopped crying.
He reached into Tangtang's bag and grabbed a piece of banana crisp and stuffed it into his mouth.
