Shin Minyeo wrapped his palms in a light layer of bandages as security, since his skin was sensitive after being healed. Then she stuck her face close to his. She crossed her arms crookedly.
"Move your hair, Cheng-ah. Let me see your face."
Shao Cheng shook his head, pressing his dark hair down over his bruised eye.
"No. I won't."
Shin Minyeo gave a dramatic sigh.
"If you don't, I guess there won't be any hot soup…or yummy chicken dumplings…"
"Dumplings?" Shao Cheng's eyes shone, the size of walnut shells now.
Evidently, the offer of hot soup with dumplings was too much to pass up no matter what the trade was. Shao Cheng pushed up his hair and allowed Shin Minyeo to treat his black eye, as well as the bruises on his arms, and even the ones that hid on his soft, bloated hungry stomach beneath the rough burlap cloth of his too-small top.
