The plastic bag was truly tiny. If it were an adult, they could cover the package of puffed rice with both hands cupped together—it would probably yield no more than two small bowls' worth.
Ruan Jiaojiao watched Ruan Wei's excited demeanor and, for some reason, felt an inexplicable sense of heartache, particularly heart-wrenching.
When Ruan Jiaojiao came out, Ruan Wei immediately approached her and handed over the puffed rice, "Sister, you eat. Mom just gave this to me."
"Brother, have you eaten?" Ruan Jiaojiao took it from him and asked.
Ruan Wei shook his head, somewhat shyly, "Mom brought this over for me, said she brought it all for me. I wanted to share it with my sister, so I didn't eat it on the way."
