Lin Yuan nodded, carefully helping Old Mr. Cheng sit down while turning her head to instruct Lin Yi to distribute the pastries they had brought to the children. As soon as the children heard there were pastries, they all buzzed with excitement as if they were baby chicks just out of their shells. However, when Lin Yi started distributing the pastries, these children lined up in an orderly fashion, with the smallest at the front and the taller ones automatically standing at the back.
Lin Yi was taken aback. These children were just from poor families, but their manners were even better than those of many children from wealthy families in the city.
The first child who received a pastry did not stuff it into his mouth, but ran to Old Mr. Cheng with the beautiful and fragrant pastry in hand, his voice milky as he said, "Teacher, eat quickly, it smells so good."
Old Mr. Cheng affectionately stroked the child's head, "You eat it, the teacher just ate some bread and isn't hungry."
