"Brother Tong, hand me the meat and the basket," Qiao Dami said.
He was craving for fried rice at home!
Tong Sanlang responded with a slight smirk, "Here you go. We have plenty at home anyway. If you feel shy, you can bring me something delicious next time."
Qiao Dami let out a sound of agreement, his face lit up with a bright smile, "My sister is steaming rice at home. She's making fried rice. The food she cooks is delicious. She's also stewed some chicken feet. They smell so good!"
With that, the bright smile on his face good froze for a moment, quickly replaced by a look of regret. Oh no!
He forgot to bring some chicken feet for Brother Tong!
"Brother Tong, next time I visit, I'll definitely bring you some chicken feet!" he promised, his small fists tightly clenched.
He was introverted and didn't have many friends. Though he had a lot of cousins, there was only one who was friendly, but that kind Qiao Dazhu was too old to play with him.
