In the evening, the little boy, Wumei, woke up. Seeing Yingbao, he instinctively shrunk his body.
"Don't be afraid." Yingbao held a bowl of rice porridge and spoke gently, "I am your auntie, I'm here to feed you porridge."
Wumei frowned, looking suspiciously at the bowl that Yingbao was holding. "Where's Atu?" he asked.
Yingbao asked, "Who is Atu? Is he one of the eunuchs?"
Wumei kept his mouth shut and didn't answer.
Yingbao scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth, but the boy was wary and refused to open his mouth.
Yingbao sighed, took a bite herself, then tried to feed him again: "Don't worry, there's no poison in the porridge. Look, I've even had some."
Only then did the little boy open his mouth and swallow a mouthful of porridge.
The porridge had shreds of chicken, a little bit of chopped greens and egg drops. It tasted much better than before.
Soon, Wumei had eaten more than half of the bowl of porridge.
