The young Yang, seeing Brother Li leave, finally relaxed and his sitting posture became somewhat more casual.
While eating, everyone chatted casually about this and that, and eventually, the conversation turned to the beggars peeking in from outside.
"I remember there weren't so many beggars on our way here, where did all these people come from?"
Hearing Brother Baolu say this, the young Yang quickly soaked a piece of flatbread in the thin porridge, picked up his bowl, and headed outside. "I'll go and ask them for you."
Watching his retreating figure, Gouwa said to the others, "This kid is really sensible. If he wasn't going back home, I would have liked to take him in as my son."
"That's not taking in a son, you just want to get a servant to attend to you!"
Exposed by the others, Gouwa didn't mind and just laughed it off.
Seeing the young Yang come out, the beggars at the door looked eagerly, holding out their broken bowls, and some even started to sing "Lian Hua Luo."
