Of course, the portion given to this little child wasn't one of those half-pound servings; it was just a small amount left over that she had put into a little bottle for herself as a snack, weighing no more than a few ounces.
Now seeing the child's sweet mouth and that he had been woken from a sound sleep, she thought about the hardships of travel for a child and took it out to give to him.
The child hesitated, looking at the elderly woman.
"Grandma, can I take the sister's stuff?"
The lid was on tight; no smell could escape. Chiang Xiao held the bottle in her hand, and no one could tell what was inside. But in those times, snacks were still quite precious, and the grandma thought they were treats Hu Xibing had bought for Chiang Xiao—how could she let Xiao Sun ask for them?
"Of course not, if you ate it, what would the sister have?"
The child immediately looked somewhat disappointed but still politely said to her, "Sister, thank you, I don't need it."
