Upon hearing Fubao's words, Xiongxiong's hand, which was about to push aside the cotton curtain, paused, and he withdrew it; his large eyes rolled around curiously.
"No milk powder?" He turned back to look at Fubao.
Fubao nodded, "That's right, there's no milk powder. If people don't even have milk powder for their own children, they definitely won't give you any."
Xiongxiong's eyebrows knitted together as he continued, "No rice either?"
"That's right, no rice, and no pretty clothes to wear!" Lately, Fubao had been following the adults around and had seen quite a few things, often noticing that other children didn't have milk powder, delicious rice, or pretty clothes and shoes.
Xiongxiong immediately walked back, climbed onto a chair, and sat down; he watched Xibao holding a porcelain Gangzi, stretching his neck out, "Big brother!"
"I'm drinking water." Xibao extended it towards him to show the warm boiled water inside.
