The two of them went to the small restaurant next door and ordered two home-cooked dishes, plus a portion of tomato and egg soup, and a large bowl of rice.
"Eat more, you're too thin!" Chen Cuihua said while she was serving herself rice. "My son is just like you, picky about his food, he won't eat this and he won't eat that."
"Sister Chen, I'm not picky." Considering her family's condition, she didn't have the luxury to be picky. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
While waiting for their meal, Chen Cuihua asked: "I heard from Little Mi that you draw portraits in the park?"
"Yes! But unfortunately, business isn't good." She masked her disappointment with an cheerful smile. "Don't worry, I won't give up easily. I believe I can make money!"
"Is your family very poor?" Chen Cuihua had wanted to ask this question for a couple of days, noticing the girl dressed plainly and working to earn money at a young age.
If it weren't for fear of hurting her pride, she would have asked sooner.
