Begging for food?
And right at the doorstep no less?
Yang Xiaoxi and Shen Mianmian both stared at the old man with surprise on their faces. Although his clothes were patched all over and he seemed to be quite poor, they were very clean. His posture was also very straight. He was leaning on a wooden stick, but he seemed even more sturdy than the stick itself, and his face looked kind.
"Old grandpa, we haven't cooked the rice yet, how about you have some watermelon first? This watermelon is very sweet," Yang Xiaoxi was a kind-hearted girl. Seeing the old man dressed in tattered clothes and looking pitiful, she immediately invited him in for watermelon.
The old man didn't come in right away but looked at Shen Mianmian, as if he was afraid Shen Mianmian would not let him in.
Noticing his intention, Shen Mianmian smiled and said, "Old grandpa, please come in!"
"Alright, thank you. You both are such kind people."
